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"It seems you've lost all sense since the death of your sister." Keeper springs from his chair and glares at me, his jaw tightening and loosening at intervals. I watch as his eyes turn glossy, and I immediately regret my words, no matter how much looking at him right now irritates me. "It wasn't my intention to bring your sister up—" "I will excuse myself from your presence now." He bows and leaves the room. "Fu—" I bite back the rest of the word. Keeper and I weren't always like this. Ever since I killed his sister, he's developed an anger issue that rivals mine, and I can't damn well endure it. Sometimes, I feel like beating the hell out of him just for making me regret what I did to his s

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

I've finally finished reading the books Dorothy gave me, which were initially intended for my sister, Azura. The content of these books doesn't seem unusual to me. The only one related to alternative medicine is the herbology book; the rest are primarily plant catalogs and care guides. I've returned all the books and now find myself sitting in Azura's room, staring at her bookshelf. It's filled with her favorite romance and fantasy novels. My sister was an avid theater enthusiast, and her shelves were packed with plays and musicals. However, there's nothing about plants, magic, or herbs. She never mentioned the box she left for me or the journal I found.

Apparently, to Poppy, this professional appearance meant I had no femininity whatsoever. I smiled and did not respond. Ralph spoke up instead. "Poppy, how could you talk to your sister like that?" Poppy kicked him. "Whose side are you on? Don't tell me you're into my sister now." Ralph's face turned bright red instantly. "No! She's your sister. How could you even think that about me?" While the two of them argued, James and his trust fund friends were already walking toward us. "Wow, she's gorgeous!"

The books that I enjoy reading are romance and mystery but I think I can try different genres with the amount of books in here. "How you read all of these?" "No. To be honest, I don't enjoy reading that much." I stared at him with disbelief. "But why do you have all these? For decoration? Collection?" "My sister, Cyrene, she brought these books here. She loves reading books like you and since she enjoyed staying here, she thought it would be best to leave these here." "Cyrene Lopez is your sister?" He smiled, as if he remembered something. "Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister."

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

Lucien smiled, slow, predatory, like a man who'd just won a game I didn't know I was playing. ​"Welcome home, little sister." ​And just like that, my boring, miserable, predictable life exploded into a thousand pieces. ​I should've taken the stairs.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Indeed, Katrienair has the best sister in the world. You'll forgive the same demons who burned you day and night in a caged, who killed your spirit every hour, who hung your head on a downward cross, who tried to clear out your race, who threw you into a lake of fire, who ruined your once perfect life. You'll forgive the same demon who killed your parent, who destroyed all you've ever lived for, all for the sake of your sister. Who does that?!

I pulled one out. Yup. Love letters. Lots of them. Different names. Different dates. From grade school to college. Wow. My sister had fans. From childhood to grown-up life. Must be nice.I wish I had that too, right? Haha. I kept going. There were photos now. Her and her exes, one after the other. I smiled. She really kept everything. If Jayden saw these, would he get jealous? Would they argue? Turns out, my sister’s the type who saves everything, love notes, photos, even old movie tickets. Me? I cannot even keep a receipt. I lose stuff left and right. Total mess. Lol.