Who Wrote I Sent My Sister To Break Curse?

“I was supposed to marry your sister,” Salvatore said, his eyes never leaving hers. “But every time I pictured my future, it was always you standing beside me.” ~~~ The marriage agreement was meant to bring peace between two powerful mafia families. Salvatore Moretti would marry Sofia Russo, the perfect daughter, the perfect bride, and the perfect choice to unite their empires. Everyone agreed. Everyone except Salvatore. For years, he had been obsessed with the wrong sister. Iris Russo was reckless, stubborn, and impossible to control. She spoke her mind, broke every rule, and constantly found herself in trouble. She was also the only woman Salvatore had ever wanted. While the families planned his wedding to Sofia, Salvatore secretly kept watch over Iris. No man lasted long around her. Dates were canceled. Suitors disappeared. Opportunities vanished overnight. Iris never knew why. Until the day of the wedding. As vows are exchanged and old enemies become allies, hidden secrets begin to surface. And when Salvatore finally reveals the truth, Iris discovers something terrifying: The most dangerous man in the city has loved her for years. And he has no intention of letting her go.

In Valmere, power is quiet. In the Iron Citadel, power is absolute. When the Alpha King brings his heir into human territory, the fragile peace between wolves and humans begins to crack. Aurelia Valmere has spent her life preparing for anything. Anything except this. Raised to rule with precision and control, she does not question her role—until the wolves arrive without answers, without warning, and without intention of leaving unchanged. Among them is Fenrir. He is everything she is not. Where Aurelia is composed, Fenrir is relentless. Where she calculates, he commands. He does not bend, does not yield, and does not believe in limits—especially not the ones set by humans. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But something has shifted. And whatever the wolves have come to reveal will change more than just the balance between kingdoms. As tensions rise and control begins to slip, Aurelia is forced to confront a reality she cannot predict—and a future she cannot avoid. Because this is not just a visit. It is the beginning of something far more dangerous. And when power meets power, there are only two outcomes: submission… or destruction.

My sister poisoned me. All because her mate was a pale shadow next to mine. Now, I'm back where it all began. The Mating Ceremony, five years ago. In my last life, Sarah and I chose our mates at the Pack Alliance gala. She chose the most powerful Alpha, the future Alliance leader, Damon. But she could never bear him a pup. Damon despised her. He abused her. He even went feral during his curse and nearly killed her. She shoved me toward Liam, the Alpha of a failing pack. She never guessed Liam’s power would explode, that he’d one day tear the title of High Alpha from Damon’s grasp. Then, on the day of Liam's coronation, Sarah poisoned me out of jealousy. I opened my eyes again. We were back at the mate selection ceremony. Sarah announced to everyone she was choosing Liam, and I was shoved toward her ex-mate, Damon. But I suddenly heard her inner scream: [Die, Elena. Just die! You and that rabid wolf Damon can go to hell together. Liam will still be High Alpha, and I will be the ultimate Luna!] But I just smirked as I stumbled into Damon’s arms. Sarah had no idea. The “perfect mate” she’d chosen was already plotting to consume her very soul.

My older sister was always kind-hearted, while I was born a natural troublemaker. When the intense heatwave struck, our family stocked up on supplies and stayed indoors. My sister saw a little boy, who seemed about seven or eight years old, crying and asking for help. She decided to take him in. “We’ve plenty of supplies anyway. One more person won’t make much difference. Besides, he’s just a child.” I warned her that the boy looked oddly mature and might not be as innocent as he seemed. I suggested we observe him a bit longer. She said I was a cold-hearted troublemaker by nature. Then, she went and let him in anyway. Not just that, but she also convinced our mother to force me to share a room with the boy. That night, the scheming “little boy” secretly climbed into my bed. I was brutally assaulted. Yet my sister told me to let bygones be bygones and marry him. To force me to obey, she locked me out on the balcony at over 140 °F. Enraged, I set a fire and killed everyone. When I opened my eyes again and saw my sister safe and unharmed, I smiled. This time, I would show them what a troublemaker really was.

She was sent into his house as a weapon. He let her in knowing exactly what she was. The curse in her blood has killed every man who ever got close, but he doesn't care. He just watches her with those calm, knowing eyes like he has already seen every move she is going to make. She wants to destroy him. He refuses to let her go. And somewhere between the poison, the lies, and the dead bodies they keep stepping over, something far more dangerous than the curse starts to grow between them. They were never supposed to survive each other. That was always the plan. Neither of them knew.

My sister and I were both enslaved after the Great War and the defeat of humankind. But before long, my sister's striptease performance earned the Alpha lycan's favor, and they soon left, holding hands. On the other hand, I was taken away by a masked man unceremoniously after he left some money on the counter. However, no one expected the Alpha lycan to chew through my sister's throat during the full moon, while the masked man treasured me, pampering me with endless wealth and prestige. My sister turned into a vengeful spirit then and cursed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, we had both reincarnated to that fateful day. This time, my sister threw herself straight into the masked man's arms, sniffling as she begged, "Please love me?" Standing nearby, I laughed. After all, it was wonderful that I didn't have to be a vampire's walking blood pack in this life.