He Chose My Stepsister, So I Chose His Brother Novel – The day I buried my father, my husband, Marcus Pierce, didn’t come to the funeral. Instead, my stepsister, Bianca, sent me a photo. It was Marcus, on his knees, kissing her stomach. Guess who’s finally going to be a father. My breath caught. My hands shook. No. No, no, no.
I blinked through tears, praying it was some sick joke. Then came the second photo: Bianca in my robe, in my bedroom, taking a selfie while Marcus slept behind her in my bed. My knees buckled. Right there at my father’s grave, I collapsed. That night, Marcus came home with Bianca and her bags. “She needs a place to stay,” he said. “She’s pregnant. It’s not safe for her to be alone.” I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I just looked at him and said five words: “I want a divorce, Marcus.” But he refused to let me go.
So I picked up the phone and called the one man Marcus feared more than death— His brother. Alexander Pierce. The man who once told me, “If Marcus ever hurts you… come to me.” Marcus wanted to ruin me, so I decided to ruin him first! Isabella’s POV The day I buried my father, my husband didn’t show up for the funeral. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Bianca — my stepsister, who also hadn’t come. I opened it.
The screen showed a photo of Marcus, my husband, kissing her stomach tenderly. It was tagged: Guess who’s finally going to be a father. My hands shook. No. It couldn’t be real. My vision blurred with tears as I stared hard at the picture, praying with everything in me that it was fake, that it was some sort of sick joke. But it wasn’t. The next picture she sent was enough to shatter my world. It was a picture of Bianca taking a mirror selfie in the master’s bedroom I shared with Marcus.
She was wearing my robe, while Marcus was asleep in the background on the master’s bed. I couldn’t breathe. So it was true. My husband had impregnated my stepsister. Tears ran down my face as I sobbed. My chest hurt from the pain of the betrayal. My husband. My stepsister. My knees gave out, and I collapsed in front of my father’s grave. The dirt was still fresh. My tears soaked into it as I broke down completely. It felt like my heart was being torn from my chest as I sobbed hard. I should have known, I had seen how close they had been getting, the secret glances and conversations, but I had refused to believe that I could ever be betrayed by the two people I trusted the most.
I felt so betrayed and humiliated. Then my phone buzzed again. It was Marcus this time -I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral. A very important issue came up. We need to talk.- I stared at the screen, the tears flowing freely now. I already knew what he wanted. That night, Marcus arrived with Bianca and her bags. “Bianca needs a place to stay,” he said softly, as if gentleness could erase what he had done. “With her pregnancy, it’s not safe for her to be alone.” Bianca smiled a saccharine, mocking smile. “I’m sorry, Isabella. I begged Marcus to wait… but the baby’s health comes first.
I hope you understand, I’m sorry for intruding on the day of our father’s funeral” I didn’t say anything, I just stared blankly at the floor as I listened to the both of them. Marcus pressed on, “Bianca is your sister, Isabella, your own flesh and blood. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, would you?” I ignored him, fighting back my tears. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to make him hurt the way I was hurting. But I just stared at the floor, numb and broken. He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry for what happened between us. But I love you. Only you.” His words cut deeper than any knife. “What happened with Bianca was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” I stared. “She’s pregnant. And you say this is a mistake?” He nodded. “Yes.
And the best part is that we made an agreement. When she gives birth, the baby will be yours. Since you can’t have children, Bella.” Those words stabbed me: You can’t have children. “You always wanted a baby,” he said, trying to soften it. “This is the universe fixing things for us.” I glared at him with disbelief as fury burned with me. “Are you serious? You slept with my step sister and you expect me to just accept this?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t be dramatic. I know it was wrong. But now, we can finally have a child.
I can be a father.” Bianca began to fake sob, “Oh no, Marcus. Look at what I’ve done. I’m causing trouble between you two.” “Oh, stop your act!” I snapped. She flinched, sobbing harder. “I should go.” Marcus turned to me, his eyes flashed with anger. “Look at what you’re causing. I don’t want Bianca stressed during her pregnancy. Why do you have to be so bitter? No wonder you’re barren!” His cruel words hit me hard. I could barely breathe. He caught the hurt on my face and tried to soften it, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want the baby to be harm