Wifes Sister Novels & Stories

Opula said. My jaw set as I rolled my gloomy eyes at Opula, “I don’t know why you always get itchy ears whenever I mention my husband. What has this got to do with you? He is still my husband and I have every right to know his welfare…” “How dare you talk to my elder sister in such manner? The ill health of my brother is exclusively the concern of the Fanny’s and the last time I checked you were only a contract wife!” Kate fumed at me.

Arike said trying to say something. “Abi, what do we call this … edakun Aziza… you are not a young child and a mother of two… so if you cannot be friends with him, he will surely look for it elsewhere, and I was here putting all the blame on that man.” Her sister said from the other end and she sighed. “How can you be a boring wife and expect a man like Musadiq to be juts cool about it.” She said to her sister, “Ha ha, that is not really good enough sis, oh… I should have given you real lessons before, marriage… subuanallah! I have failed in that aspect.” Her sister said.

Trisha was taken aback, and she could not help feeling too tiny, degraded, and demeaned at the lady's measuring gaze on her. "Yes, she is my wife. Do you have any problem with that?" Denny felt so offended for Trisha as he saw his sister look down on his girl. He deliberately used the word wife to annoy his infuriating sister, who always wanted her opinion to be heard and followed.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

That night at the Xavier estate, I wasn’t myself. My gaze kept drifting to where she was. Samantha Xavier. My sister-in-law. My husband’s sister was igniting every hidden desire I thought I had buried for good. I had not touched a woman once since Claire. After the introduction, I made my move. I was already this affected....why hold back? “Samantha, I’m so glad you’re back,” I said, swirling the wine in my glass while my eyes stayed locked on her face. “Sebastian told me you’re going to be staying with us. Where do you plan to start your internship?”

I squealed, tossed, and danced around my bed. “Hey, do I need to remind you that you are his PRETEND WIFE and not his actual wife?” My Angel conscience grunted at me. She looked so small and white and angry. She looked disappointed. She is right. I am just his pretend wife. He is married to my sister. How could I have cheered?

' I wanted to reply but bit my tongue hard. "Sister Jenna married a good man. They have just been wedded 2 years or so, they should have patience, th...." I tried saying when mum raised her hand, signalling me to stop. "Darius's parents are already pressuring your sister, are you going to help her or not?" Mum half-yelled and I let out a sigh. It's not been three years since their marriage, since I left home for a fresh start because I couldn't bear to see my sister with the man I have loved all my life.

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

Her quietness about how she felt was something that hurt me, but I knew not to press on her because of it. “You know, I have a sister, Sienna, and the last thing that I would want was for her to be hurt. Therefore, my question is, how do you expect me to hurt another woman when you know for fact that I would break anyone who thought of hurting my sibling?” I asked, looking my wife in the eye. “I look at all women the way that I look at my sister and treat them the way that I want my sister to be treated. With love, respect, and appreciation.”