Rival Sisters

© 2025 JoshFrom53

Dear reader.

First a little warning. There is no sex in this short figment of my imagination.

Turning502019 was so kind to edit it. Will, again, thank you.

Oh, let's not forget the disclaimer. Everyone and everything engaged in any physical action is over eighteen years old and the whole story is just that, a story.

It is a short one and I hope you enjoy it.

JoshFrom53

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Samantha, or Sam was furious about the ruling of the judge. Actually she was furious about everything and everyone.

Her ex-husband Anthony Humbolt was the cause of all her rage.

That spineless wimp! That pasty nerd. That single-celled imitation of a human being, How dare he enforce the prenup my father forced on him, leaving me destitute in a divorce! How did he even dare to think of divorcing me just because I fucked some other men?

And nobody, really nobody, thought that he was wrong in doing so. Except her own friends of course.

Not even her father. "It's your own fault. You should've kept your legs together. You're just another entitled slut, just like your mother used to be."

"But Dad." She whined.

"No, don't 'but Dad' me. Why do you think I had that prenup written? Granted, I didn't like Anthony one bit when I met him the first time, but I also was aware of your promiscuity."

"So, the prenup was a two edged sword?"

Sam bristled, "Well, he couldn't afford me anyhow with his stupid coding job. What use is a cubicle drone in a second rated software company anyway?"

Samantha's older sister Serena spit out a mouthful of tea and coughed. When she could breathe properly again, she said, "Let me enlighten you and be assured that as Anthony 's accountant, know what I'm talking about.

"That 'second rated' software company is, at the moment, good for a net profit of approximately ten million a year on long term software leases and there are quite a few of them. That will be going on for years, not to mention the rest that's bringing in serious bucks.

"They're hugely successful."

Sam shot up, "You are telling me that that skinny rind is loaded?"

Serena grinned, "That's the beauty of it. He isn't. He is drawing a nice salary, just like the others who work for the company.

"Only he is the one holding the intellectual rights to some of the most innovative software solutions there are. Anthony is a truly brilliant software architect.

"That company is part of a holding and that holding has been brought under a trust and that trust takes care of the employees, in particular Anthony.

"They pay for everything he needs, or wants. The house, for instance, where you lived, is actually owned by the trust."

"The house I live in." Corrected Samantha.

"No Sam, your ex-husband lived in it and he doesn't want to live in that, as he called it, brothel anymore, so he moved out and returned the lease contract to the trust.

"You're not an employee of one of the trusts companies, therefore you don't have the right to live in it."

Serena smiled sweetly when she told her sister, "You have one week to vacate the premises."

"Oh, and where do I go?"

Samantha's father replied, "One of your friends, maybe?"

"I might just do that. Maybe I can get laid by a real man too, while I'm at it."

Serena laughed out loud and asked, "What real men? Those steroid pumped brainless mannequins you mistake for a real man like Anthony is?"

Samantha almost lost it. "He is just a skinny cubicle puppet, soft as a marshmallow."

"Anthony competed in an Iron Man triathlon. That alone should tell you enough. He finished in just over eleven hours. He can run a marathon in three hours.

"Of course he seems skinny. He has no fat and no pumped up muscles like your anabolic idiots, but he is oh so strong and I know because I train in the same gym as he does. Anthony moves twice as much weight as your friends. Only he trains for using his muscles, not for showing them off.

"He can outpace and outperform every one man you cheated on him with.

"I know. I slept with him once before you, as usual, decided that you wanted to have what I had and stole him from me. But you forgot all about that didn't you? You put him on ice, half a year ago because you needed a strange cock suddenly."

Samantha huffed. "I can win him back. After all, he still loves me. I'll promise him everything and anything and he will come around."

Without a prenuptial agreement, this time. She thought.

Serena smiled that smile again that Samantha started to learn to hate. Every time she smiled like that, she was going to say something unpleasant.

And there Serena spoke, "How do you envision that?

"He hates your guts at the moment. You're broke and homeless. You don't have a career, nor a job, nor money. So you aren't even able to find out where he is.

"Besides, Anthony already found someone. She is consoling and comforting him.

"Someone who does have a job and a career. Someone who understands him and loves him like no other.

"You won't stand a chance."

"What? Who! He can't. No woman will look at him, let alone go after him."

Samantha's father laughed out loud when Serena replied, "That's where you are wrong. Again!

"As soon as it became public knowledge that Anthony was back on the market, the ladies practically lined up.

"What do you expect? He is rich, If his cheeks didn't look so sunken because he trains so much, he'd be handsome. He's ripped instead of toned, He's a gentleman, intelligent and a very nice person overall.

"But to be honest, I was the one who found out that you were cheating on him, I told him immediately and in the process became his confidante and his support."

"You might remember, if your brain wasn't so addled by partying and fucking around, that I'm the designated accountant for the family and I found some very disturbing bills from a very discreet clinic credited to your card.

"So I told Anthony and he went looking for the invoices that belonged to them. One bill for the treatment of an STD, Gonorrhea to be precise and another, six weeks later for an abortion?

"Tssk, tssk and Anthony checked out clean from any venereal disease. A private investigator did the rest."

Serena looked her sister in the face and smugly went on, "You are sitting here with a divorce decree in your hand, broke, homeless while l claimed the place, you stole from me in the first place and without a second thought threw it out of the window.

"It's mine once again."

"What place?" Samantha asked, coldness creeping into her heart.

"Anthony's bed, Anthony's home, Anthony's life and as the mother of Anthony's children.

"I already signed the prenup Dad drew up for me and he's never going to need it."

"So, you're stealing my man!" Samantha shouted.

"Oh no. You stole him from me because you always want to have what I have only to throw it away when you're done with it."

Samantha swallowed bile. She knew she had lost and there was no turning back the clock.

~~ THE END ~~