All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

"What is it about me that you actually like?"It wasn't an easy question to answer, especially when the person asking it wore that expression.Stanley's first instinct was to deflect with a light laugh. Then he looked at Amara's face and abandoned the idea.He took her hands and leaned in, gently backing her against the wall. "Amara, what do you think?"He released one of her hands and tapped the tip of her nose with a finger.Amara was still trying to figure out how to respond when he spoke again. "Your nose, your eyes, your mouth. Even you as a whole person. None of it seems especially remarkable on paper."Your personality, your interests, your ambitions, even the things you value. None of them are worth writing home about, either."Amara's expression cooled. Was she really that unremarkable?Then Stanley lifted her hand and pressed it flat against his chest. "But somehow, every time you show up in front of me, this thing starts racing. When you're near me, my thoughts go to

Amara and Stanley arrived to find Irene on her knees, retching.Her whole body shook. It was not only the image of Leon's face that kept surfacing in her mind. It was what lay before her.Dozens of pale, motionless men were piled into the pit at unnatural angles. Dark blood had dried and crusted across their bodies.At the top of the heap lay Dominic. An hour ago, he had stood over her and passed judgment. Now, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, vacant and unfocused.Irene couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking at her. That all of them were. Her scalp prickled.She had been furious with Dominic for what he had tried to do. Trapped inside that coffin, she had imagined exactly what she would do to him once she was free.But now that he lay before her, the fury was gone. In its place was something much closer to panic.How had it come to this?Amara spotted her from a distance, hunched over on the ground. "Irene! Are you all right?"The tightness in Amara's chest eased s

Once Irene's car disappeared from view, Amara turned to Stanley with a frown. "If it wasn't you, who else would be helping our family behind the scenes? Irene said it was..."Stanley had been about to say it outright. 'Obviously it was Oscar.'Then he caught the look on Amara's face. She didn't believe that for a second.What was Oscar capable of? If he had been capable of anything, would Amara have been able to drive him out in the first place? If she had ever seen any value in him, would the Chamberlains be in its current situation?The realization hit Stanley all at once. With someone like Amara leading the family, their decline was hardly a mystery.He cleared his throat and changed course. "I'm not entirely sure either. Maybe someone saw what was happening and decided to step in. I'll have people look into it. Right now, the priority is making sure Irene is all right."It was nothing more than a deflection.Amara nodded as though he had given a serious answer. In her mind,

Amara's heart fluttered as she spoke. She had chosen to be this direct because she had genuinely decided that Stanley was the right person for her. It was better to tell him now than to let him hear a distorted version of the story from someone else later.The one thing she needed to consider was that Stanley was no ordinary man. He had status and pride, and he carried both with him wherever he went. The outcome had worked in her favor, but that didn't mean he wouldn't resent the way she had reached it.Even so, she had to tell him. She couldn't persuade Clara to come home on her own, and the thought of what might happen to her out there terrified her.Of everyone in Silverton, Stanley was the only person she could think of who possessed both the means and the willingness to bring Clara back. Approaching him with a lie and having him discover the truth while dealing with Clara was a risk she could not afford.Thus, she told him. Risky as it was, the moment felt right.As it turned

Drake's words made the two sisters exchange a glance. Neither had ever heard anything like this before.Clara forgot her own grievances and immediately pulled Drake aside for more details. "Is that true? That can't be right. Jason's mother always seemed so composed and proper.""Composed? When did you go blind?" Drake dismissed the notion with open contempt. "You don't know the half of it. The way she carried herself back then. One time, Tyler and I snuck over to watch her ba—"He was getting carried away and was clearly about to reveal something explosive when he suddenly remembered he was talking to two women.He cleared his throat sharply and changed course. "Anyway, every neighbor on that street knew what she was up to in her younger years. Maybe not every single night like clockwork, but she was definitely busy most of the week."Clara's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this real? Had Jason's mother really been involved in that kind of business? If so, was Jason actually a Cham