Wifes Sister の小説・ストーリー

My Elder Sister, Davi got married Three years ago to Sir Thomas a Hunter who had Three wives, well she is a little lucky as she only has three women before her, she'll be the fourth Wife and might be able to blend in soon enough unlike me who is to get married to a 50-year-old man with Five wife and Twenty Children. I am pretty sure that I won't survive a week no matter how Strong I claim to be as those five wives are vicious, The was once a rumor that claimed that the five wives all belonged to the same Secret Club so they were friends with one another so they don't want another woman to come into their midst and that other woman who had tried to lose their lives in the process. ' How would

I said defensively. She heaved a heavy sighs. “You don’t need to feel scared with your brother. Again I’ll emphasize this you listen okay? HE IS YOUR BROTHER AND HE LOVES YOU. And if ever you are right that she is in love with your wife, I’m pretty sure that she will respect Mara’s choice and decision. Instead of your brother, you should think more of your situation with Jana.” I furrowed. "What does she have to do with our relationship?”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

Ever since then, he has been messing around outside. "I feel bad for my sister. That's why I want to know how I can make him compensate me and leave the marriage with nothing?" Comments from the viewers flooded in again. "Your sister's fertility issues have nothing to do with you! It's wrong of you to seduce your brother-in-law and sleep with him!" "Don't pretend this is about pitying your sister. You clearly just pity yourself." "This woman is acting like she's the wife. She's a mistress, but she went to catch him cheating? What level of shamelessness is this?"

“I can’t imagine sharing the same man as my sister. If that’s the case, then I will just dissolve my marriage with you…” “Oh no! That’s never going to happen!” I didn’t want any more two-wife drama after the tragic incidents following Zara and Ariel. “Ambrose wouldn’t even conceive the thought of marrying me. She must think I’m plagued with some kind of bad luck after the death of the woman who had married me other than you.” “If it comes to you marrying my sister, then I have no choice. You’re the Alpha and women are expected to hover around you. You have the choice of marrying multiple wives.”

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

“Some sources said she deceived him into sleeping with him so she could marry him. What a worthless bitch. How can she do that to her late sister?” “The whole internet is flaring up, her picture is all up on the internet, but it isn't clear, but I know she is an ugly bitch” The two women started cursing as they continued their discussion. Everything they were saying sounded like my situation except their news. Their news wasn't correct but I married my sister's husband. Ryan's voice attracted the women and I immediately left there to the counter to pay for my groceries. Lining up to pay for my groceries, I saw myself and Ryder on the TV. My face wasn't entirely showing but it was me.

He naturally took my hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand, his eyes brimming with tenderness: "This is the child we've been hoping for so long. Of course I want to give them the best." This display of devotion—if I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, who would believe it was all an act? As we walked out of the mall, we ran into Emily coming toward us. She was wearing a well-tailored maternity dress. When she saw us, especially James holding my hand tightly, a flash of jealous hatred crossed her eyes before being deliberately replaced with smugness. But she was alone. It seemed my "dear sister's" marriage to my former fiancé wasn't as blissful as it had appeared.

He remarked. “I know you might find this a little hard too, but there is one sure way of bringing your sister out of her hiding place.” The man started, raising Hannah’s curiosity. “I’m sure you’re already familiar with your sister’s relationship with your husband.” “Yeah?” Hannah replied, twirling her hair in confusion. “What does that have to do –“ “Hannah I’m not sure you understand this, but your sister deeply valued and treasured your husband. I was hoping that your engagement party would bring her out, but I think we need something deeper.”