All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Clara and the others were dragged all the way to the Chamberlain villa. They stood at a distance, looking up at it where it sat on the hillside.Something shifted inside all of them at once.Too much had happened within those walls. Places and objects had a way of reaching into the parts of a person that remained soft, no matter how much everything else hardened.The sisters were still standing, but every familiar thing that had once surrounded them was gone.None of them had ever imagined leaving this place. It had been their home, the place they had quietly assumed would shelter them for the rest of their lives. Every building, every plant, and every patch of garden bore their touch.Even the most unremarkable stones along the path had their place, something to fidget with on a slow afternoon, something to rearrange when boredom set in.They had been the ones who decided where everything went, and this place had answered to them. It carried the Chamberlain name. In both law and

Jason released the women on either side of him and rose to his feet, a smile fixed on his face that revealed nothing. "Well, well. If it isn't my sisters. You actually came."Amara frowned, her tone sharp and instinctive. "Jason, what do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea where you are?"Among the sisters, there had always been a few who enjoyed a lively gathering. Freya, now lying unconscious, had been the most social of them all. She had friends everywhere.The villa was large and occupied one of the most prominent locations in Silverton. By all logic, her crowd should have been exactly the sort of people who would want to gather there.Yet parties at the Chamberlain villa were few and far between. Freya's friends had always preferred to rent venues elsewhere.Even the sisters' own birthday celebrations rarely brought guests inside the villa.The engagement party had filled the courtyard outside, but the interior of the house had remained empty.It wasn't a matter of

Clara stood frozen.Jason had just insulted her to her face, and Amara had somehow turned it into something noble.She couldn't move. As long as Clara could remember, she had followed Amara's lead. Whether Amara was right or wrong, Clara had gone along with it. Not just out of deference, but because Amara had always, eventually, been proven right. Clara had built a kind of faith around that certainty.But lately, she couldn't read her at all. Every decision landed somewhere none of them expected.Once or twice, she had told herself Amara was exhausted or carrying too much.However, she couldn't tell herself that anymore. This wasn't exhaustion. This wasn't the weight of responsibility producing some hidden wisdom she was too small to understand.Jason had said what he said. He had insulted their mother, and Amara had stood there making excuses for him.That was their mother too."Amara, have you lost your mind? If he had any feelings left for this family, for any of us, could h

Giana had been about to leave, but Jason's words stopped her in her tracks.She was a novelist. Not a celebrated one, but a working writer.Writing required more than talent. It required accumulation. A line overheard somewhere, a story picked up in passing, a thought that flashed through the mind and vanished before it could be named. All of it had to be captured and preserved. No one sat down and poured out a million words from nothing.She had kept notes since childhood, long before smartphones, when a small notebook and a pen were the only tools available. Over the years, she had filled several of them.During the past few days, the filler content she had taken on had come easily enough. Even so, something kept nagging at her. She had once worked out a framework, a set of notes she had written for herself, and it was sitting in that notebook.She remembered writing it. She couldn't remember what it said.As a result, she had been working around it, substituting similar materi

Hilda's mind took a moment to catch up. She repeated the word under her breath, almost to herself. "Essence?"Then her face flushed. She looked at the smudges on the clothes again, and everything clicked into place."You people are disgusting!"They had used her clothes for that and her photographs!A surge of killing intent flashed in her eyes.She had grown up sheltered, with high standards from the start. No man had ever seemed worthy of her attention, and she had never gotten close enough to anyone to learn what she now realized she should have known.Still, she had seen enough in books and on screen to understand. And now she did. These men were vile.'If you have needs, find a girlfriend. If not, at least keep it to yourself. How could anyone use another person's clothes and photographs for something like this?'That was also why Giana had walked out of her room empty-handed. She hadn't known what state Hilda's room was in, but the moment she opened her own door, a dense,