After My Sister Married the Heir, I Married His Dad!

The only reason Jaxon had risen to such power within the Montclair family was due to the remarkable legacy of his father.

If Jaxon was the crown prince, then Caspian was the emperor.

If Brynlee had been thriving in the Montclair family, I would have stayed put, comfortably settled at home.

But no, Jaxon just had to make his romantic daydream a reality, bringing forth his ideal woman and legitimate wife into the scene.

If that’s how things stood, I was determined to rattle some cages.

Caspian and I shared a bond, having known each other for quite a while. He even revealed that he had connections to my past, as he knew an older brother from my orphanage who had asked him to keep an eye on me.

From my university days to now, he has been an incredible support.

But as time passed, his care started to take on a different flavor. One day, he took out a ring and said, “This ring once belonged to him. When you were kids, he vowed to marry you. He never had the chance, but I do. Can I seize the opportunity to take care of you?”

I refused outright.

With a smile, I shook my head and replied, “Sorry, I don’t want to become a mother without the pain of childbirth.”

After that, I kept my distance, avoiding contact for quite some time. But today, I made my way to him, catching him just as he was about to leave the banquet.

I laid my cards on the table and said, “Mr. Montclair, I’m ready to take on the role of a mother—without the trials of giving birth. Is there an opening for me?”

I still remember the look on Caspian's face—joy mixed with a hint of helplessness.

Caspian had never tied the knot, and his only son, Jaxon, had appeared from the shadows of an uncertain past. Their father-son relationship was curious, as they were seldom seen together.

The first time I laid eyes on them together was after Caspian, and I had exchanged vows and secured our marriage certificate.

Jaxon shot me a smirk, saying, “Dad, weren’t you always the untouchable figure among a field of flowers? How did such a common weed attach itself to you so easily?”

With a playful glint in his eye, Caspian remarked, “It's all because of you. A wild home brings out the best in family loyalty.”

“But let me warn you, if you don’t get rid of that 'weed' causing the trouble, and I lose mine, I’ll show you what ‘justice at any cost’ means.”

Jaxon froze, sensing the threat in Caspian's words.

Why had Caspian suddenly become so serious? Well, I played a part in that.

I often discussed romance novels with Caspian, especially those about chasing after a wife.

“Honey,” I had asked, “why do men always pursue their wives after they’ve pushed them away? It’s only when the proper wife runs off that they regret it and try to win her back.”

Caspian, his ears and neck turning red, likely from the wine, naturally wrapped his arm around my waist and said, “Maybe because they enjoy punishing themselves.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes before opening a new novel, one that had recently gained popularity about two sisters marrying into the same family.

“Honey, this story is so satisfying. Two sisters marry into the same family, but neither is happy, so they both divorce, and then the men chase after them. What do you think?”

Caspian's expression shifted instantly. “Those two men deserved it. They married good wives but didn’t cherish them. They were too focused on what was outside. Even if their wives never come back, they have no one to blame but themselves.”

He tightened his grip around my waist and added in a somewhat pleading tone, “Wife, you wouldn’t take your sister and run off to get a divorce, would you?”

I offered a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes and lightly tapped his chest. “Who knows?”

That comment apparently struck a nerve.

He scooped me up and carried me straight to the bedroom, muttering under his breath, “You ungrateful thing. Now that you have a sister, you’ve forgotten about your brother. You’re not allowed to call me husband anymore; call me brother.”

“What are you playing at? Who’s your brother?”

The string of curses I wanted to hurl at him was abruptly silenced, and I didn’t sleep a wink that night.

My waist ached when I woke up the next morning, and I wanted to swear out loud.

“Who the hell said Caspian wasn’t interested in women? If this is what it means to be disinterested, I’m ready to shave my head and become a nun!”

He gently massaged my shoulders and whispered apologetically, “I was too rough yesterday. Don’t be mad. And don’t even think about divorcing me. From now on, do whatever you want. If Jaxon doesn’t behave, feel free to deal with him as a stepmother should. But please, don’t leave me just because of your sister.”

Once Caspian dropped that line, I held my ground. Yet, I wasn’t one to cause a stir without a reason.

As long as Brynlee kept her composure, I was more than happy to coexist with Jaxon. But, of course, Jaxon appeared to revel in turning up the heat.

“Liora, I didn’t push Emberlyn.”

“I don’t know why she fell.”