I married my sister's husband
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.
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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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He believes in ownership.
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They call him The Devil in a Suit.
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He claims her.
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But behind Lucien's cold precision is a man forged by betrayal, raised in violence, and taught that love is a weakness exploited by enemies. And behind Amara's defiance is a woman who has spent her life surviving powerful men.
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Their connection? Terrifyingly real.
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7.3
Sign the papers and disappear. You were never one of us."
Those were the last words Seraphina Cole heard before the Ashford dynasty erased her existence.
They took her marriage.
They stole her unborn child with lies and cruelty.
They branded her unstable, unworthy, disposable, then dumped her into the shadows with nothing but grief and shame.
The Ashfords thought she broke.
They never bothered to check if she survived.
Three years later, Seraphina returns under a new name Rina Vale, silent partner of the Vale Consortium, a trillion-naira global empire that controls shipping lanes, tech patents, and political favors. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable.
This time, she isn't asking for love.
She's collecting debts.
Her ex-husband wants forgiveness when he realizes who she is? She'll bankrupt his legacy.
Her former mother-in-law prays for mercy? Rina will expose the secrets buried beneath her charity foundations.
The family that murdered her child with negligence and lies? She'll tear them apart boardroom by boardroom.
And standing beside her is Lucien Drake, a dangerous, brilliant billionaire with his own vendetta against the elite. He doesn't want to save her.
He wants to help her burn them all.
She didn't come back to heal.
She came back to conquer.
9.6
To escape my sister-in-law selling me off to a local thug, I married a complete stranger I met at City Hall.
My new husband, Drake, claimed to be a broke Uber driver who could barely make rent.
He even made me sign a brutal ten-page prenup just to ensure I wouldn't take his rusted, beat-up Ford sedan if we ever divorced.
I thought I was just sharing a decaying Brooklyn apartment with a struggling man at the bottom of the ladder.
But things quickly stopped making sense.
When that local thug cornered me at a restaurant, my "weak" husband didn't cower.
Instead, he dismantled three massive mobsters in ten seconds with the terrifying, fluid speed of an apex predator.
"I used to be a human punching bag in an underground boxing gym to pay off debts."
I believed his excuse, until his supposedly homeless grandfather showed up at our door in a moth-eaten sweater, begging to sleep on our lumpy sofa.
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But the sheer weight of the solid rose gold and the flawless mechanical gears inside screamed otherwise.
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8.6
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true.
For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married.
"Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said.
My life shattered in that instant.
Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions.
At the end, Mireya had killed me.
If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya.