Married into a wealthy family with
her sister
Chapter 1
My sister and I, we both married into the
ridiculously wealthy Harrison family..
I married the eldest son, Harrison Hayes, who
was wheelchair–bound.
My sister married the younger son, who
everyone said was gay.
People pitied us, said we were cursed with
bad luck.
Little did they know, my sister and I were
raking in millions, living the high life. It was
amazing.
But can someone please explain why the
disabled eldest son is drop–dead gorgeous
and has seemingly endless stamina?
And why the supposedly gay younger son is
obsessed with his wife and practically glued
to her?
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One night, I caught my sister’s eye as we
both limped out of our respective rooms at 3
a.m.
This lifestyle? Unsustainable.
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“Jess, are you sure about this?”
My sister looked doubtful.
“Of course! Harrison Hayes, the eldest
Harrison son, is paralyzed and, supposedly,
can’t, you know… He’s my golden ticket!”
I was practically glowing with excitement.
“Once I marry him, I won’t have any
responsibilities. Plus, I’ll have tons of money!
Maybe I’ll just ‘accidentally‘ slip five million
dollars into my account.”
Hearing this, my sister made up her mind.
“Okay! You marry him, I’ll marry the other
one.”
We both married into the Harrison family.
The Harrison brothers were perfect: one
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paralyzed and supposedly impotent, the other
a confirmed homosexual who rarely came
home.
This had Old Man Harrison stressed to the
max.
When my sister and I volunteered, he
practically jumped for joy.
“You’re angels!”
He was overjoyed, immediately gifting us
each a Maserati as a wedding present.
My sister and I exchanged glances, our eyes
gleaming.
This was exactly what we wanted!
My sister married Harrison Cole.
With her Maserati, came her task: to
somehow “straighten” her husband.
Old Man Harrison even secretly bought her a
house to help.
“Jess, that’s a waterfront mansion!” I
drooled.
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“Don’t worry, sis. Once Cole can’t take it
anymore and divorces me, we’ll throw parties
there with male models.
