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"So, why married Curtis? You two didn't seem to get along well. “ “Ugh he's such an asshole, I'll never date anyone like him, cocky brat. And he's humiliated me so many time since the wedding, I'll make him pay eventually and if it wasn't for my sister I'll never..." I blurted out without second thought until I realized I spilled the beans. "You'll never?" He came closer and asked. "Nevermind, I need to go home now." I tiled my head back to distance from him.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Âme sœur ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴏɴᴇ sᴏᴜʟ" "If she's your sister, she's my wife" the same line was ringing inside her head, it felt so foreign to her Her cheeks had turned a bright red shade Shivay cleared his throat gaining back everyone's attention "Get out all of you now," said Shivay

Louella said, defensively. “She still could,” the witch said as she walked up to Louella and took her chin in her hand. “Did you know that your sister can speak to ghosts?” When Louella shook her head, she added, “Soon, your aunt’s ghost will find her way to your sister. By then, your aunt will have remembered all and your sister will be told.” “My sister is in an asylum for the insane. No one will believe her,” Louella said with confidence. “Now, will you please help me? I can pay. Anything you ask. It’s yours.”

Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.” “Like hell you’re taking our sister away! I don’t care who you think you are, but she isn’t going anywhere with the likes of you!” Roman looked down on her with benign amusement and said, “She is my mate, and she will come back with me. You will not stop us just because you’re her sister.” Evelyn reared again, ready to drive her point home, when the look of surprise spread across her face, as she felt her father’s hand come down upon her shoulder. “Evie…” he said, “Your sister has found her mate. We should all be happy for this moment that she’s waited so long for.

Family? A cold smile curved my lips, carrying undisguised mockery. Those so-called "family members"—the "husband" who calculated my worth and plotted my child's future, my biased parents, and that sister who constantly coveted everything I had while threatening me with her illegitimate child—at this moment, they were my most dangerous enemies. "No." My voice was as calm as a frozen lake, but the words carried bone-chilling coldness. "I have no family." The doctor looked at me deeply, his eyes showing pity, confusion, and finally settling into professional resignation. He said no more, nodding to the nurse: "Prepare to move to the operating room."

But the wine, the long-denied attraction, the tension of the past weeks—it all conspired against better judgment. I eased her back against the couch, my body covering hers, kissing her deeply. Her hands were in my hair now, her body arching into mine. Through the haze of desire, some small part of my brain screamed that this was madness—she was my wife’s sister, my employee, possibly carrying my child.

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

My day was completely unproductive, and realizing that this was all Pascha's confinement made me even crazier. A womanbeater... what could he live for other than torturing women? He's exactly like my father, and I feel scared for the woman who becomes his wife. Would she be able to live a life in prison with that monster? I shuddered in horror at that unpredictable future. The door opened when I closed the book. I thought it was Carl who wanted to interrupt, but it was my sister's fiancé who had distracted me completely. I stood up from the sofa and looked at him, who closed and locked the door. "Your fiancé is in her room."

You are filing a divorce " " What?" " You heard that right. I want nothing to do with a cunning, doublecrossing bitch like you. If you are willing to betray your sister, then what assurance do I have that you won't do the same to me?" " My sister was a different case! She knew I was in love with Damien before she married him!" " But that's not the case is it? You were manipulating her, you planned for her to marry Damien so he could get his hands on her inheritance, and when you married him, everything was given to you "

No, this couldn’t_ The woman who had just been in my husband’s arms… The one who had haunted my life, my memories, my pain_ …was Camellia Dawson. My sister. And she seems to be using her legs just fine.