BOOK 1
About five years ago, a one night stand tore Bucky's life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he's married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.
Rated M/R.
Lots of sensitive content in here including cheating, abuse...
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Sure, she had been packing for the last few weeks, and you had even helped her skim apartments on Zillow, but you couldn't believe your sister was really moving out. When you had met everyone over the weekend, you felt pretty confident that they were everything they hadn't seemed to be at first.
They were humble, selfless, and friendly. You still somewhat trusted that, but for some reason, after you had overheard Bucky literally telling everyone what you had confessed to him in that kitchen, your hope for a new trusted friendship quickly diminished.
You thought you had confided in someone you could trust.
Granted, you've only known him for a short period of time, but it felt right.
But after that incident and seeing everyone lie straight to your face, you felt slightly betrayed and annoyed. You weren't planning on making a move on Steve anytime soon, but any hope of that ever happening now was long gone. He knew now that you were damaged goods. How could you trust that everyone else isn't like Bucky?
And now Bucky had your big sister in a trance, too?
You watched with a disappointed smug on your face as your big sister zipped up her last duffle bag. It was the last of her luggage to go, everything had already been taken to the truck with the help of Bucky and Steve. She picked up her bag by the strap and threw it over her shoulder.
She didn't even have to lift one finger up until that point since the guys had done everything for her. As you watched an exasperated breath leave her lips over lifting that one bag, you tried not to glare.
Completely oblivious to your disappointed look of shame, she clapped both her hands together and took one last look around her now empty bedroom.
"Alright. Everything else is already out in the truck, so I guess this is it."
Her gaze went back to you and she smiled slightly.
Her hair had been blown to perfection just an hour before, and not one speck of her lipstick was out of place. Not even a strand of hair.
It wasn't that you were angry that she literally put no effort into this move, but it was more that you didn't have a good feeling about any of this.
Okay, to be honest, you were slightly jealous.
She was being treated like a queen.
There had been no effort on her part and now she was about to live life like a millionaire?
No, you weren't jealous.
No.
You crossed your arms together over your chest and looked down, slightly angry.
"So what happened to the other place you were going to move into?" You ask.
It was a little condo apartment just outside of town; a one-bedroom with a small kitchen and a small balcony.
