Forced to Marry My Sister's Lover

Dianna found herself in her cramped kitchen, gazing at the device in her hand. She had just uncovered twenty eight missed calls from her sister, Dianna. Instead of calling her back, she moved to the fridge and retrieved the leftover boiled rice she had prepared that morning. She must have silenced her phone during work; the day had been a whirlwind of dashing out the door, getting caught in the downpour, and accepting a ride from a coworker. Now, back in her apartment, the missed calls loomed heavily in her thoughts.After taking a deep breath, Dianna finally decided to return her sister’s call. The phone connected, and Clinton's voice greeted her immediately.“Daphne, you've called me twenty eight times?” Dianna grabbed a fork, her fingers trembling slightly. “Daphne, I told you I'm not coming home for the get-together party.”“Dianna, it’s Clinton.” The fork halted mid-air as Dianna felt her stomach plummet.Clinton was the last person she wanted to speak with. “Why are you using Da

Dianna pressed her hands to her chest, taken aback by the unexpected tension. She opened the door to find Clinton standing there, still in his wedding suit. Their eyes briefly locked before his gaze dropped to her pajamas. “Why are you still awake? Is there something you need?” she asked, attempting to keep her voice steady. His eyes lingered on her outfit, and she noticed a flicker of a feeling—anger or maybe sorrow. “Why are you wearing your sister's clothes?” he questioned, his voice icy.“Hey, please stop it. I’m not wearing her clothes,” Dianna quickly refuted, feeling a lump rise in her throat. His face set into a hard expression. “What do you mean? Do you think I'm dumb? First, you took her family, and now you’re taking her shirts?” The accusation hit hard, and tears began to form in her eyes. “What are you trying to say? The clothes are mine,” she shot back, raising her voice as she met his stare. For an instant, his eyes left the fabric, locking onto hers, revealing conf