I married my sister's husband
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I grew up feeling like an adopted child. They made me feel I was not part of them. They said I could not do as good as my sister. They said my younger sister was better in every aspect. It was understandable coming from my step mother. But my step father should have protected me. But he joined them.
That day my sister announced:
"My billionaire, Jordan, has asked me to marry him, and I said yes."
They were all happy and they told me again:
"Laura, learn from your sister. Do something productive with your life."
I took their advice, and married my sister's fiance.
I married my sister's husband Chapter 1
"If there is anybody here who objects to this wedding, you speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest announced.
The place was silent for a while. Jordan and I turned to face the crowd. I went to a wedding some months back. It was my co-worker's wedding. The bride fainted when she saw a hand up. The man was just trying to stretch. I was hoping no one would ruin my wedding. Knowingly or unknowingly. But I was wrong.
"I object!" It was my sister's voice, Penelope. I froze for a moment. Not like I was surprised. I expected something like this to happen anyway. But I didn't expect it to come in this manner.
Today is my wedding. It was supposed to be my sister's, Penelope. But it is mine now. Most people expected to see her. They were shocked when they saw me. Most especially, those who knew me and my family. Lovely twist. I knew it was a risk. But life itself is risky. I wondered if Penelope was going to win again by destroying my wedding. I prayed against it.
Everyone turned towards her. She stood still, tears dropping down her cheeks. Everyone was eager to hear what she wanted to say, but she stood there in her red dress. She let her hair down. It was unkept, and it was covering almost half of her face. She looked like she hadn't had any sleep for days. She looked miserable, unlike her usual self.
"What do you have to say, young lady?" The priest asked.
Some of the guests began to murmur. I was scared. Scared for the worst. Jordan did not even look half as scared as I was. I saw my father trying to calm her down. He sat beside her and held her hands so she could sit down.
Earlier on, when I was walking down the aisle, I saw the look on his face. I didn't think I would see my mother, father or sister at the wedding. Regret and disappointment were written all over his face. He looked at me with a straight face. I'm sure he was thinking, "Why would Laura do something like this?" Thinking I would feel bad for it. For what I did. For getting married to my sister's husband. I was happy that I disappointed him. I smiled at him to show him my happiness.
Penelope freed her hands from him and began to shout. I didn't even know her voice could be that loud.
"She stole him from me! They're lying. They're not in love! It's my wedding! She's a thief, arrest her!".
My husband turned to look at me. He bowed his head and sighed. I was speechless. I know Penelope is a crazy one but I didn't expect her to lash out like this. Embarrassing herself in public and making a mess of my wedding!
Soon, she started being violent. I was certain she was on drugs. She started scattering the chairs that were arranged. And shouting at the top of her voice.
"I'm telling you all, this wedding must not continue! You both will pay for betraying me! Leave me to face them. Let him look me in the face and tell me what I did to him. Or I would tell the world. I will expose him! I swear! You'll regret it!"
Expose him? I was wondering in my head. What was she trying to do? And what was she going to say? That was another level of madness.
My husband could not take it anymore. He signaled his bodyguard beside and soon, three men took her away while she kept screaming, "Leave me! Let go of me! I hate you!" I just stood there.
My mother stood up and followed them behind. Her face was filled with disgust, too when I walked in earlier. I noticed it and gave out a smile, a happy one in my beautiful wedding dress. It got to her. I'm sure she felt it. She turned away in disappointment. As if I care. I enjoyed her pain better.
I was happy to see Penelope like that. Ranting like a mad person. The best thing is that I have nothing to lose. Not even the wedding.
I noticed my husband had been silent and unsure of what to do since Penelope began to scream. But when she spoke of exposing him, all of a sudden, he ordered that she should be taken away. I did not think about it much. I was sure he was just scared of his reputation. I was scared for him, too. He was a well-known billionaire. Some people were already recording. He had to end it. It would soon go viral online. Those demons online could never be kind with their words.
It seemed the priest did not want to go on with the wedding after the drama subsided. My husband's personal assistant whispered something to him in his ear. He adjusted and was ready to continue.
"She's an ex-girlfriend who has refused to move on. It's nothing. Go on with the wedding." My husband whispered to him and held my hands. It sounded like an order. As if the priest had no right to say he would not continue with the wedding.
"Sorry about that, my love." He whispered to me too, and smiled. As if we shouldn't be worried about Penelope's tantrum and what would surface online. I was just there. Trying to come to terms with all the drama and lies. I can't tell what I was feeling at that point.
"You may kiss the bride!" The priest's voice came on.
Jordan held my hands and drew me closer to him. I closed my eyes as his lips were travelling to meet mine. And then it landed. I felt the softness of his lips and the sweetness. I forgot about all that had happened some minutes back.
The crowd kept cheering, but not as loudly as it was before the drama with Penelope. Regardless, all I could feel was the powerful sensation. He stopped, but my eyes were still closed. I was still drawing him closer to me. He tapped me lightly. As if to say,
"We're still at the wedding, not in a bedroom."
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I married my sister's husband of Contents
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Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
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Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
