All Chapters of Bound To My Sister's Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DianaThe hallways stretched ahead, and my thoughts felt heavier with every step I took. I couldn't stop thinking about several possibilities of me being Lila's sister. My life had always felt like one giant question mark, and now, for the first time, the answers seemed within reach.Growing up, I'd always felt so alone. There were no family dinners, no bedtime stories, no birthday parties. Just me and my aunt, who never hid that she took me out of duty, not love. I craved stability and belonging, but it always seemed out of reach. When Marcus came into my life, I thought maybe I could finally have that family I dreamed of. I pictured us building a life together. A home where I wouldn’t have to feel like an outsider.But Marcus had destroyed that fantasy like he had destroyed my trust. He left me shattered and discarded, like I was nothing more than a bad memory.If Lila’s parents were truly mine—if I wasn’t an orphan—maybe everything could change. Perhaps they would hate me at first

Diana When Josh and Jaden burst into the house, a whirlwind of energy swept in with them. Their excited shouts echoed through the halls, and before I could process it, they flung themselves at me, clinging to my legs like vines."Mommy, Mommy!" Jaden’s voice rang loud and clear, his excitement nearly knocking me backward. Josh followed, a little quieter but no less affectionate, hugging my waist with surprising strength for a five-year-old.I crouched down, wrapping my arms around both boys and despite knowing they weren’t mine, my heart swelled in a way I hadn’t expected. Their joy was infectious, and for a moment, I forgot all about the guilt and the lies.“Mommy, guess what?” Jaden started, his words tumbling over each other. “Taffa Taffa was so fun! There were these really big slides, and I went down the tallest one, but Josh was too scared to do it, so I did it for him. And then we played this game with water guns, and I won every time because I’m the fastest!”Standing a little

Diana The night felt like a slow tease that prickled under your skin and left you restless. I decided that I wouldn't shy away if Asher came to my room tonight. Lila was dead, after all, and Asher was my mate. The bond burned between us like a wildfire. It wasn’t a crime. Not if the real Lila was gone. Maybe this would soften the inevitable blow when he found out the truth.I stood before the vanity and stared at my reflection. My heart raced as I slid into a black lingerie set that hugged my curves in ways even I had to admit looked good. The lace danced over my skin, and I adjusted the straps carefully, making sure it looked perfect. The fabric gave a teasing hint of my body. I spritzed a vanilla perfume, hoping the scent would excite Asher.The room wasn’t left to chance, either. I placed small candles around the space to create an intimate warmth. I adjusted the pillows on the bed, fluffing them just so, and draped a satin throw over the foot of the bed for that added touch of s

Diana My ear pressed against the heavy oak door as muffled voices drifted from the other side. At first, I couldn’t make out much of the servants' gossip, but as I adjusted my stance, I realized they were talking about me, or rather Lila.“Do you think she’s changed?” a young voice asked, sounding skeptical. “People don’t just wake up one day and decide to stop being horrible.”“Maybe an exorcism was performed on her, and now the demons are out, and she can see the light,t,” another voice said, sounding amused.“Pfft,” the first one snorted. “And pigs can fly. You weren’t here last year when she made the head cook cry because the soup was too salty. She threw the entire pot on the floor and told him to lick it up.”“Oh, I was here, alright. Have you forgotten that she made me polish the silverware three times in one day because she said she could see her face but not her soul in the reflection?”They all laughed. The sound bit into me like a whip, but I kept listening.“A chameleon c

Asher I focused on Lila as if trying to unravel every secret she held. Something about how she looked at me—soft but guarded—tugged at a part of me I didn’t know existed. The connection between us pulsing with a magnetic pull I couldn’t ignore. Her eyes drew me in. It was insane how the bond had transformed everything and made her the center of my world.Her breathing quickened, and I caught the flicker of desire in her gaze, mirroring my own. My fingers itched to touch her, to close the gap between us entirely, and I couldn’t stop myself any longer. Slowly, I reached out and drew her closer. My hands rested on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her robe.I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, softly at first, to test the waters. The kiss was gentle, like the first raindrop before a storm, but the intensity built quickly. I groaned with desire when her tongue wrapped against mine and deepened the kiss, letting my desire speak for me. Her lip