His Wife Is My Sister, But I'm His Mate
Plot.
Synopsis.
Liora could never belong. The daughter of an extramarital affair, she had lived in the shadows, cut off from the rest of the family, and learned to fend for herself while surviving. Stripping gave her life now, but everything changed one wild night.
Two days before his wedding, Darius entered her club, craving for the last taste of bachelorhood, he pays Liora for a special dance which led to a one-night stand. Neither of them expected to see each other again or that Liora's long lost sister, Selene, was the bride waiting at the altar.
The one-night stand becomes a dangerous truth that must be hidden. Lies never remain hidden, however, and when Liora learns she is pregnant with Darius's child, silence may be not be an option for her.
Exposition.
Liora, a daughter born as a result of her father's infidelity with a maid, which resulted in the divorce that separates her from her big sister. Due to the family's financial difficulties faced while growing up and the consequent death of her father, Liora eventually becomes a stripper to put food on her table. Unknown to her at the time, she carried the hidden omega bloodline from her father's alpha lineage, suppressed by years away from the pack.
Inciting incident.
One night, she is hired by a man who is getting married in just two days and wants to enjoy his last moments of bachelorhood. She ends up having a one-night stand with him. The moment they touched, an undeniable mate spark ignited between them-raw, electric, and impossible to ignore-but neither understood its full power yet.
When Liora returns home that same night, she encounters an old man who introduces himself as the butler of the Blackwood family, tells her she has been invited to the wedding of her sister. This comes as a shock-Liora grew up knowing she had a sister, but Harlan never allowed them to meet. He carried that secret to his grave, and after his death, Liora stopped thinking about it. Despite her hesitation and doubts as to if they got the wrong person, she agrees to attend.
Rising action.
She arrives the night before the wedding , finds out she has been a daughter of the well known Blackwood family all along and learns the truth: it was her stepmother, not Harlan, who had always been against their meeting. The stepmother is currently serving time in jail for a minor business-related crime and her elder sister, Selene had her research done to find her because she wanted to reconcile with her younger sister and what better opportunity than a wedding. Liora also discovers that Selene is a sweetheart who had longed to meet her, but had been forced to stay away because of Ravenna's influence.
But then, another huge blow hits-Liora finds out that the man she was with last night, the one she slept with, is the man Selene is set to marry, Darius. She holds this secret to herself, haunted by the mate pull that now torments her every thought.
The marriage happens, and it all goes well. After that, Selene gives Liora a new path, far from her old job. She brings her into her home and starts to look after her. But soon, Liora finds out she is going to have a baby. With fear and shame, she hides this news.
Climax.
When Ravenna is released from prison, she is furious to find Liora living with her family. She makes it clear that she does not accept her, resenting her existence as a reminder of Harlan's infidelity. A few days later, Selene announces that she is pregnant too. Ravenna immediately becomes protective of her "real" daughter, which only deepens Liora's insecurities. She considers leaving before her secret is exposed.
But fate intervenes. An accident happens, and they find out Liora was pregnant. Since she was once a stripper, no one talks about the dad. But Darius, who knows they share risky secret, sets up a secret meeting for them to talk. He wants to know if he is the dad, and Liora says yes-but she will keep it quiet and plans to leave soon. In their tense exchange, the mate bond flares again, confirming what they both sensed that first night.
Ravenna,who happens to be at the wrong side at the right time ,overheard part of their talk. With doubts in her mind, she quietly does a DNA test between Darius and Liora's unborn baby.
The results confirm he is the father. Seeing her chance to drive a wedge between the sisters, she keeps the secret until the gender reveal party for both daughters. There, in front of everyone, she exposes the truth. The revelation makes headlines.
Selene feels utterly betrayed-by both her husband and her sister. She leaves Darius's house with Ravenna and sends divorce papers days later. Liora feels destroyed, her betrayal now public, and her pain is doubled when she learns Selene has lost her baby and is battling ovarian cancer, which requires an urgent bone marrow transplant.
Through her best friend, Dr. Thorne, Liora learns this. She gets tested and finds out she is a match , but her unborn baby stops her. Darius knows she got test
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Chapter 6
Liora's- Pov
I keenly turned around with bright eyes. Did I think out loud? I felt a strong Hane firmly grip my wrist from where I crouched.
I curiously turned around to see that it was nobody but Darius, the shining knight. I shrugged my shoulder in disgust, freeing myself from his grasp.
"What? Do you want another one night stand? Maybe I should throw in a free lap dance this time. Wouldn't that make you feel better or are you still in the mood for some bachelorhood fun?" I grunted while glaring him from head to toe.
"Despicable man," I muttered under my and began to leave.
"You will do no such thing, Liora," he said with a bold tone.
I halted my movement and turned around in anger. Did I hear him right? My guilt had turned into anger as soon as I set eyes on his face. I pierced a sharp glance at his grey colored eyes.
"Selene doesn't need to know, this should stay between us. As long we're the only one who knows then there's no problem," he said with a frown on his face while trying to avoid eye contact.
"Oh, so you have the ability to feel guilt? I was about to ask you if you had any feelings in your heart for my sister before taking such a bold decision two days befure your own marriage. Have you no feelings for her at all? Have you no sympathy? Have you thought of how you'd feel in you were in her shoes?" I started throwing questions at him and at the same time harming myself with my own words.
"I'm in no mood to listen to a lecture of morals from someone like you. You claim that I have no shame and moral but what about about you? You're quick to judge someone character when we both made the mistake. Take a mirror and say this to yourself as well. You laid with your sister's husband two days before her wedding. If I'm despicable, so are you," Darius blurted out furiously. "I suggest we just come to an agreement to take this secret to our grave."
"I still have a heart that feels guilt and love.I just reunited with my sister and the foundation of our bond is already lying on deceit and betrayal. I'll have to tell Selene about this unless I won't be able to live with myself-"
"What is so important that you need to tell me else you won't feel comfortable in your skin and what's going on?" Selene asked with an obscure look on her face as she slowly walked into the room.
Oh moon goddess, this isn't the type of mood to reveal such a heartbreaking news.
My heart had began to pound rapidly as my chest tightened. It felt like the air in the room had been seized or was it my nose refusing to take in air?
Sweat had started to cover the surface of my forehead. I slowly but confidently stepped forward as my the dream I had this morning began to flash to me but I've gone too deep, I can't back down now.
"Selene-"
"Selene, you just ruined it!" Darius jumped in.
"Ruined it"?
"Yes, the surprise Liora and I had been planning for you. We both know you worry too much so you're bound to get suspicious and find out before we're even done with the surprise," Darius said with an uncomfortable smirk.
Why lie when you don't have the balls to? I shook my head in disgust.
"Oh my goodness! An after party surprise? Today's without a doubt the best day in my life!" Selene exclaimed excitedly and gave me a warm hug followed by a kiss on the cheek. "Bringing my closer was the best thing I've ever done. Of course she's kind hearted and caring, we're of the same boood after all."
Thinking of the injustice I've done to her and hearing her say all these things, I couldn't hold back my tears with this heavy heart. Tears started to run down my cheeks while my wore a cheerful smile.
There's no way I can carry this burden for a week let alone a lifetime. Selene is way too sweet to be betrayed like this.
"Aww, tears of joy. I'm happy as well, Liora. I'll get going to the reception. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise you both are planning for me," she winked at Darius and took off.
As soon as Selene had left, he let out a deep sigh and turned to vision to me. "Liora, I didn't mean to-"
I immediately left without hearing anymore of his nonsense. How could he still come up with excuses. We would've had a better chance of coming clean if the two of us had admitted the mistake and ask for forgiveness at that moment.
To think of it, revealing such heart breaking secret on her wedding day could destroy her. Worst case, she commits suicide. This definitely wasn't the perfect time to tell her.
I kept my head down the entire time in worry until I got to the reception. All this worry had started to take effects in my stomach so went to get food.
It got to my turn and the chef handed me a scanty plate. I gazed at the art piece on the plate before asking if it what was given to me was good. I spoonful of pasta, drawings with sauce on the sides and a tiny leaf.
I looked around me and everyone was served the same thing. A good number of them didn't even finish it.
"Why have this much money if my stomach isn't guaranteed to be filled?" I whispered to myself with a gloomy tone.
"Pardon?" The chef asked with an Italian accent while glaring at me from head to toe. "Did I perhaps serve too much pasta, madam?"
I'm here lamenting that this food can't even satisfy a house rat and he's here asking if I want it reduced. Tsk
Finally, I sat down because it was time for the couple to dance but only Darius was present. I could see the worry on the faces of the maids that wandered without destination.
Is Selene missing? Could she have found out the truth and harmed herself?
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8.1
One wardrobe malfunction.
Two people who don't belong together.
Three awful "Be my wife."
Everyone else is at this party to marry the host.
I'm only here until I can get a ride home.
When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction,
I go find somewhere quiet to fix it.
So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when,
As my luck would have it, the door opens...
And the man of the hour walks in.
I wish I could say I played it cool.
But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit...
Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on.
All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers.
But Ivan has other ideas.
He's decided who he's taking to the altar...
And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
8.9
For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert.
But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle.
My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly.
"Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom."
Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair.
When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago.
A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed.
"Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield."
Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar.
My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair.
For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder.
My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife.
But he forgot who he was dealing with.
As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos.
I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile.
"Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
7.0
I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance.
But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table.
"I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester."
He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia.
In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power?
Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers.
"Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand.
This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell.
7.1
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.