Forced To Marry My Sister's Fiance'

Chapter 2: The Ruthless Game

Alice sat in the garden, cross-legged on the soft grass, the faintest smirk playing on her lips. It wasn’t the kind of smile born from joy or warmth—it was the grin of a woman who had the world wrapped around her little finger. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the lingering traces of her cigarette as she took one last drag, savoring the burn before snuffing it out with a flick of her manicured nails.

Everything was unfolding exactly as planned.

The wedding was happening today. Right now. And it wasn’t hers.

Robert was supposed to be hers, of course. He had proposed. He had promised forever. But Alice wasn’t stupid. Forever was suffocating, and Robert, with his perfect jawline and generational wealth, wanted a picture-perfect wife to decorate his life. Alice had no interest in being anyone’s trophy—not when the catwalks of Milan and New York were calling her name. She had bigger things to claim first.

So, she’d come up with a solution.

If she couldn’t have Robert yet, someone else would have to keep him warm until she was ready. And who better than her naive, hopelessly trusting sister, Jane?

Alice rose to her feet, stretching languidly. The plan was brutal, but necessary. She knew Jane would break under the pressure. The poor girl had never been able to handle anything without trembling. It would only be a matter of time before Robert came crawling back—lost, confused, and begging for the woman he truly loved.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Ma’am Alice, your Dad and Mom are calling you to the study room. Ma’am Jane and Sir Robert’s wedding is about to begin. Sir Robert’s parents are also there.” Nana’s voice was calm, composed, but Alice could hear the underlying tension.

Showtime.

Alice took a deep breath, composing herself. This was the final act of the performance she had so carefully orchestrated. She had to play her role well.

With measured steps, she followed Nana to the study. The room was packed—her parents, Robert’s parents, Uncle Matthew, Aunt Amelia. And then, of course, the soon-to-be-married couple.

Jane looked like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes rimmed with red, shoulders curled inward. Robert, on the other hand, was a picture of barely-contained fury, his jaw clenched tight, hands fisted at his sides. He turned to Alice the moment she entered, desperation flickering in his dark eyes.

“Alice, babe, please. Can we talk?” His voice was raw, pleading. “Mom, Dad—I love Alice. She’s the one I should marry, not Jane.”

Alice kept her expression composed, though inside, she was reveling in his agony.

Robert turned to his parents, his voice rising with urgency. “Uncle, Aunt Emma, please, Alice is the one I want. This is madness! You can’t force me into this!”

Her mother’s sharp voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Robert, something happened between you and Jane that should never have happened. This isn’t just about what you want anymore. You need to take responsibility.”

Ah, there it was—the masterstroke of their deception.

Jane had no idea what had been done to her, nor did Robert. But Alice and her mother knew the truth. A few drops of a well-placed sedative, a carefully staged morning-after scene, and voila—instant scandal. Instant marriage.

Alice turned to Jane, feigning heartbreak. “Robert, how could you? I love you so much, but Jane is my sister. How could I ever live with myself knowing you chose me over her after what happened?”

Jane’s lip trembled. “Alice, no. You should be the one to marry him, not me. Please.”

“No, Jane.” Alice reached out, squeezing Jane’s hand dramatically. “I love you, and I want you to be happy. If this is what needs to happen, then I’ll step aside.”

Aunt Amelia sighed, clearly moved. “Alice, you are such a kind-hearted girl. Sacrificing your love for your sister… It’s admirable.”

Alice bowed her head slightly, as if accepting her tragic fate. Inside, she was laughing.

Robert clenched his fists, his voice shaking with frustration. “This is insane! Alice, we can fix this. Please, let’s just talk. We can still—”

“Enough.” Her father’s voice was final, cutting off Robert’s protest. “The wedding will happen now. No more delays.”

Robert looked around the room, eyes pleading for anyone to intervene, but no one did. His own parents sat stiffly, their expressions tight with quiet shame. They had bought into the lie, hook, line, and sinker.

Jane hesitated, turning to their father. “Dad, please… Can’t I just stay here for now? Finish my studies first?”

His gaze hardened. “No. You will leave with Robert after the wedding. I don’t want you and Alice in the same house. It will only make things more painful for her.”

Alice swallowed a smirk. He was making this too easy.

Aunt Amelia nodded in agreement. “Robert, you just finished building your dream house, didn’t you? Jane should live there from now on.”

Robert flinched. His voice was hoarse when he whispered, “That house is for Alice. It was always for Alice.”

Alice closed her eyes briefly, inhaling the bittersweet satisfaction of victory.

She opened them again, letting a single tear slip down her cheek. “Robert, please… Forget about me. Focus on Jane now. She’s your wife.”

Robert’s face twisted with agony. “No. No! I won’t let you go, Alice. Let’s fix this. Just the two of us. Please.”

The judge cleared his throat. “Shall we proceed?”

Uncle Matthew and their parents nodded. The ceremony began.

It was quick, almost clinical. A few words. A signature on paper. And then it was done.

Alice watched in silence as Robert Moreau was legally bound to her sister.

Her fingers traced the edge of her dress as she tilted her head slightly, observing the defeated slump of Robert’s shoulders, the hollow look in Jane’s eyes.

Poor things.

Alice turned on her heel, leaving the room before anyone could see the satisfied smirk curling her lips.

She had won.

For now.