Married To The Wrong Man

CHAPTER 1

Cora and Carolina were the only daughters of their parents. As Carolina was married to a wealthy man in the city, Cora lived in the village with their parents. Although Cora was a graduate, she no good job in the village.

Both sisters were fair-skinned and resembled each other. However Carolina was 24 years old, whereas Cora was 22 and slimmer than her sister.

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In the village, Cora was at home in her room after her parents left to the farm. She picked up her phone and called Carolina, telling her about her intention to move to the city and get a better job there, rather than staying in their dry-looking village.

"Sister, I want to come and live with you in the city and get a better job," Cora said on the phone to Carolina. Carolina replied, "Fine, I will have to speak to Martin first about it."

"Okay," Cora answered, and the phone call disconnected.

Carolina had no other option but to speak to her husband, Martin Elliott, about it.

Martin Elliott was a dark-skinned man, 34 years of age. He had deep blue eyes with a short mustache and beard on his face, and he was the CEO of Elliott Hotel and Suites.

He owned many other top companies in the state.

Martin had met Carolina at his hotel when she attended her best friend's birthday party.

Carolina was 22 years old when he met her and fell in love with her. He approached her as she sat alone in the lounge, sipping on her fruit juice, and said, "Hi, do you want some fruit juice?"

"Huh," Carolina blushed as she looked up at the tall, dark, handsome man standing in front of her, well-dressed in a business black suit.

She met his direct gaze. He sat down beside her on the couch and confessed his feelings, "I really like you, Miss. May I know your name?"

"Huh," Carolina was dumbfounded by Martin's handsomeness. He was already asking for her name and mobile contact, and she assumed he wanted her phone number stored in his phone.

He seemed way older than her to be termed as her boyfriend, so she had no other option but to give him her phone number, as she hadn't been in a relationship before.

Martin later proposed to Carolina after they met, inviting her to his house, where her jaw dropped when she saw that he was indeed a billionaire and the real owner of Elliott Groups. She had thought he was a staff member there.

Martin wasted no time and went down on one knee to propose to Carolina in his living room, asking, "Please, Carolina Brown, will you marry me?"

Carolina was still trying to get accustomed to the fact that Martin was a very powerful man, and she was a poor lady from a poor family background.

Although she knew he truly liked her and cared for her, seeing him still kneeling on the tiled floor and waiting for her answer, she had no other option but to say "Yes" to him.

Fast-forward to the present.

Carolina spoke to Martin inside their bedroom as she sat on the bed.

"Honey, I want to travel home tomorrow to bring Cora to come and live here with us."

While Carolina sat on the king-size bed in her long white nightgown, having just woken up from sleep on a bright Friday morning,

Martin stood bare with a white towel in his hand, drying his wet, taut body after finishing his bath.

Martin frowned as he didn't like the idea of Carolina bringing her younger sister, Cora, to live with them.

He remembered seeing Cora before when he traveled to Carolina's village to marry her officially in the traditional way. He met Cora, and she was extremely different from Carolina.

Although he didn't sleep in Carolina's parents' poor home, as he only married Carolina and left with her the following day to the city after lodging for a night in a hotel,

Martin could tell that Cora was indeed a corrupt young lady, and he didn't want someone like Cora in his home. But she was still his wife's only sibling.

"Babe, we just got married, and instead of focusing on us making babies, you're thinking of traveling to your village to bring your only sister here to live with us. No, babe," Martin refused, as he continued drying his wet, taut body with his white towel.

"Why, babe? Why are you against me bringing Cora to live with us here in the city? Is it because you don't have any siblings?" Carolina questioned him with a frown, but then she saw the look of hurt flash in her husband's eyes at the mention of him not having any siblings, as he was the only child of his billionaire parents.

Martin frowned, wrapped his towel around his waist, and walked up to his wardrobe to take out his black suit, as he was already leaving for the office.

Carolina stood up from the bed and walked up to meet her husband. As Martin pulled out his black suit to wear it, she wrapped her arms around him and apologized, "I'm sorry, babe."

"Hmm," Martin was silent at first, and Carolina realized she shouldn't have said those words to him, as his parents were still nice to her despite her multiple miscarriages.

"Please, babe, forgive me, but Cora is my only sister, and I cannot leave her in the village to suffer when she can actually get a good job here, please."

Carolina hugged Martin's waist tightly from behind, as he was taller than her, and she wasn't up to his shoulder height.

Martin sighed and turned to face his wife, feeling his member hardening from her warm embrace on his previously cold body that had turned hot.

He said to her, "It's okay, babe. It's not that I don't want you to bring your sister here, only that I don't want anything to come between us or your relationship with your sister."

"Nothing will," Carolina replied, and Martin finally agreed, as he loved his wife very much. He said, "Fine, you can travel to the village tomorrow and bring Cora here with you on Sunday, as I don't want you to stay too long in your village. You know I cannot stay a day here without you by my side."

Martin kissed Carolina on her lips, carried her up to his chest, and took her straight to their bed, where he pulled off his white towel and joined her in bed to make sweet love to her.

The following Saturday morning.

Carolina was set to travel to her village as discussed with her husband. She wore a milk-colored long gown and black shoes after finishing her bath and creaming her body.

Martin was also around, wearing a business black suit with an inner red-sleeve shirt and black shoes, as he escorted Carolina out to his garage and outside of his duplex mansion.

Martin paused and spoke to Mark, who was Carolina's personal driver and bodyguard.

"Ensure that you drive safely and bring my wife here, with her sister tomorrow, safe and sound."

"Yes, boss, I will," Mark replied. He was a light-skinned man dressed in a light blue shirt and black trousers with black shoes, standing beside the black SUV waiting.

Martin pulled Carolina close again and sealed his lips on hers before opening the back door for her and helping her get into the backseat. He said to her, "Bye, babe, I will miss you."

"Me too," Carolina replied, and Martin carefully shut the car back door closed, while Mark got into the driver's seat and drove the car out to Carolina's village.