Young Sister-in-law Novels & Stories

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

I genuinely felt a sense of relief when my sister finally accepted Celestine as my wife, and I thought that this was something worth celebrating. ‘‘Where is your sister-in-law, then?’’ I asked as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and led her to the couch. ‘‘Oh… she went to the party to celebrate her friend's birthday...’’ ‘‘A party for her friend's birthday?’’ I formed a frown. I’m only familiar with her one and only friend, and that’s Jenny.

Jenny tightly pursed her lips, her expression a little angry, this person is a sister-in-law, two sisters-in-law, she and Daniel are not married yet! "Shut up, who's your sister-in-law!" Maria blinked a few times, speaking clearly, "That brother, my big brother said, you are my sister-in-law." "I'm not married!" Jenny gritted her teeth, now really want to kick the man in Los Angeles with a single kick. Maria finally understood why this person was angry, it turned out. "I know you're a man, but aren't you my big brother's wife, there's nothing wrong with calling her sister-in-law." Especially my boss seems to like this name.

Before she could answer, Mom walked out with a large bowl of supplements, thrusting it into Sharon’s arms before turning her attention to me. "Fiona, you know how shy your sister-in-law is. We’ve been talking, and the house is just too small for everyone. You should speak to your in-laws and ask them to send more money so your brother and Sharon can buy a villa!" She added quickly, "Of course, you’re my favorite. Once they move, we’ll give you the old house." Sharon’s eyes reddened as she wiped away imaginary tears. "Fiona, I’m so jealous of you. Look how good Mom is to you. She’s willing to give up the old house without even a second thought."

Frederick said in exasperation, "Don't talk rubbish. She's my sister-in-law." Scarlett smiled sweetly. "You don't even have a wife anymore. How could you have a sister-in-law?" Frederick was lost for words. Scarlett saw that he was stymied, and she continued teasing him. "Besides, don't they say that a sister-in-law is half of something to a brother-in-law? "Not only that, your sister-in-law drank herself half to death just because you divorced her sister. Do you really think that she just sees you as a brother-in-law?"

Marcus sat at the head with a document and a pen laid out in front of him, and every eye in the room turned to me. Marcus glanced at me, then held out the pen. "Sign it." "No." His expression darkened. Selena spoke up, her voice honey-soft. "Anna, we're all family. Whether you sign or not, it really makes no difference." Vivian added quickly, "Exactly. You think we'd ever do anything to hurt you?" One of the elders, gray-haired with a face like curdled milk, spoke up in a thin, oily voice. "A Donna this selfish, and word gets out it reflects poorly on your family too, you know."

"Where do I even start, Di? I walked into his penthouse with the dress and the champagne, ready to celebrate finishing it. Then I heard him say her name. Ava. My sister… In his bed." Diana shifted so she could face me better, her leopard print scarf from last night still wrapped around her neck even with the sweats. "Your sister Ava? The twenty-four-year-old who posts those filtered selfies and calls herself the family star? Damn. How long has this been going on?"

I found myself apologizing and Jenna burst into laughter while I took my eyes to the floor. "Who the hell is this intruder?" Darius snapped and my heart tightened in pain. Like I thought, he didn't even recognize me. Was I that unimportant to him, even as a family member to his wife? "This is Betty," Jenna replied and there was silence for a while. I got curious and raised my head a little to see him looking at me, with his lips parting in shock. "Your younger sister?" He questioned and Jenna nodded eagerly. He continued to stare, his eyes widening slightly while I scratched the back of my head nervously, feeling uncomfortable.