My Stepsister Stole My Groom

NE

e part of me already knew-my fiancé and my stepsister were tangled togeth

erent. The cruel previous life was nothing more than a nightmare. But the

ged even if

ger burned hottest, so fierce it threatened to spill over as tear

e, at the historic Carlisle Hotel. "A lo

ughing at me t

r wedding day? I swiped at my cheeks, smearing awa

l staged smiles-hung mockingly above the bed. And there, writhing in the sheets, were Kellan and Melis

imson. But Melissa? She just arched her back, propping herself up on

outh in a poor imitation of shock. "Oops." Her eyes gleamed, locke

eth. "Like a

le didn

e planned. To ruin my we

he fumbled with his pants, still half-undressed. "Who t

ing back the fury sim

life, I'd seen exactly what she was willing to do to have him-t

that came with my position. And now, even in this new

idea, her plan-Kellan had just been

ed into a more comfortable position, her gaze locking onto min

her triumph was desti

the true nature of Kellan – a mere pawn in the grand scheme of th

burden to bear, to impede her from treading the path

er, the door swung open, and the Moreaux family stormed in like a pack of w

her, spat, her gaze slicing over me with famil

t time, I felt nothing but icy relief-b

our son-the one who was just tangled up wit

enged. To her, my family had always been leech

ters-in-law," I continued, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "

hadn't even known a person

me. If I didn't act fast, she'd have

urs from the crowd outsid

his would

ceful b

girl when their son

y lips. At least some

d at the gawking crowd outsi

ipping with false sympathy. "Luneth, this is all a

think I was some spineless fool who would still marry him after this? "If Kellan was in

one of them

y son, and now the whole world sees it!" Her voice shook with venom. She knew

imagine the misery you'd have brought him." Her tone was th

breath. But Tema

ce at the ceremony. We don'

at smug smile stretching across her face. Oh no. I might

arest chair, crossing my legs. "Oh, I

temples. "Then what the hel

t her son had done to me in my past life? This

before a single syllable could escape, a bright

ick, commanding presence clearing a path until he stood at the center of the chaos. Dressed in a

im-yet something primal in my chest surged

e, I rose from the sofa a

's uncle. Thi

ew I'd rather burn this entire fami

rectly at his face. The room gasped as I lift