Secrets Of The Sullivan Sisters (Caroline and Nathan) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 His Secret Wife

Shirley couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable k*ss marks on her sister Caroline’s fair skin, easily visible through her delicate collar. Those marks were planted by Nathan—Shirley’s husband.

“Caroline, you’d better zip it about last night. You’re no longer my replacement. I’m Mrs. Faraday now!” Shirley spoke with a mix of anger and jealousy in her eyes.

……………………………………………………………………………………

“Caroline, sleep with my husband tonight, or your grandmother won’t see the light of day again!”

Outside the presidential suite at Wondercloud Hotel, Caroline Sullivan stood frozen in disbelief.

There was a reason why her youngest sister Shirley wanted her to sleep with Shirley’s husband, Nathan Faraday.

Two years ago, Shirley was arranged to marry Nathan. That was family arrangement for mutual benifit and she couldn’t deny. But Shirley looked down on Nathan because of his illegitimate status. So she forced Caroline into being her replacement.

Back then, it seemed like a clever plan. Nathan was overseas, and they hadn’t met since obtaining their marriage license. However, the situation took an unexpected turn when Nathan returned to town. Shirley’s demands on Caroline escalated, pushing her to a point she never anticipated: sleep with her brother-in-law in replacement for her sister.

Concerned about her captured grandmother, Caroline clenched her fists, reluctantly agreeing, “Fine.”

She stepped into the dimly-lit suite to find a man lying on the bed—tall, muscular, and extraordinarily handsome.

“Is this the man I’ve been substituting for Shirley all these years?” Caroline wondered, taken aback by his youthful charm. Shirley had painted him as this middle-aged, overweight dude, and here he was charming like a Greek god.

Biting her red lips nervously, Caroline approached the bed.

Took a deep breath, she started to remove his belt. But when her fair and skinny fingers touched the man’s narrow waist and felt the hot temperature, she couldn’t help but shrink away.

Just then, a large and well-defined hand reached over and grabbed her slender wrist, tugging it hard and causing Caroline to fall onto the man’s b*dy.

The scent of alcohol wafted up her nose, and she could feel the man’s warm breath on her face. Then, his voice sounded. “Who are you?”

The man’s voice was deep, and his tone was almost glacial.

Caroline lifted her eyes and instantly met his gaze.

He had opened his eyes and was staring at her with those deep, obsidian eyes of his.

Caroline felt her chest tighten, and after a brief moment of hesitation, she silenced him by pressing her red lips against his. “Shh, don’t ask. I’m your wife.”

…………

The next morning, Wondercloud Hotel was completely sealed off, and there were a group of black-clad b*dyguards standing outside the presidential suite.