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The young woman cradled a bunch of folded clothes in her arms. “Ms. Carter?” She squinted her eyes to take a closer look at me, then she exclaimed quietly. “It’s really you!” I cocked a brow, managing a small, confused smile. “Uhm..” She shoved her hand in my face. “I’m Stephanie, Grace’s sister.” “Oh.” I took her hand in a firm handshake, my confused smile widening genuinely. “It’s nice to meet you.” “Same here,” she replied cheerfully. “I’ve been meaning to thank you for covering my sister’s medical bills. It honestly means a lot that you did, because—“

"Alessia's expression was serious: 'Christian La Rosa, how did you promise Mommy before?' Christopher hung his little head, silently enduring Alessia's anger. He didn't want to lie to Mommy. Alessia watched his usually lively son become silent, and even with a full heart of anger, she couldn't ignite it. Forget it, after all, the son has long been wild, as long as nothing happens, it's fine. Helpless, Alessia rubbed Christopher's head: 'What about your sister?' Christopher blinked and looked around. Auntie and his sister went to the restroom, they should be back soon. Christopher nervously pursed his lips. Then he heard a vibration from his phone. Christopher took out his phone. It was a mes

“No.” “What?” “No,” he repeated. “Nobody takes me as a leader and it’s not nice to be in control.” “Oh…” Ramsay sighed deeply and dragged his hand through his hair. He missed his beanie. “Can we talk about something else?” Emmie asked. “Please.” “Do you have any siblings?” Christopher asked Ramsay, making the girl sigh again. Ramsay reached his hand over the table on hers, not worried about others seeing the gesture, and nodded. “My sister’s thirteen. We call her Sadie. She lives in Toledo with my mom.”

"There's another boy standing off to the side pulling on the sides of his mouth to make a face." Nate smiles almost sadly and nods his head. "That would be my brother, Christopher. He is usually the clown when a photo is being taken. It makes my mom so mad because she's always wanting a normal picture and Chris never allows it. No matter what age." "I didn't know you had siblings," I murmur aloud. "Christopher is a senior at the University of Asheville and my little sister is in the sixth grade." "A sister?" I state surprised. This is news to me. "I always wanted a little sister."

He brushed her hand on my cheek, "Because I think you are really beautiful Precious..." I blushed and cleared my throat, "Chris.. umh I never took you to be blind.. we have to go.." "Yeah... let me walk you...." he took my bag and got up.. I followed as we went downstairs. We started walking and stood by the bus stop.. "I'll get a taxi here..." I said and he smiled, "great... so, how old is your brother....?" "He's 11... and what did Chris study for?" "Studying for you me. I'm finishing up my BA in Law.."

Carl thought briefly before stubbing out his cigarette and making a call. "Chris, where's your brother?" "Connor? He's on sick leave. You know him - bit of a playboy but always top of his class. His mentor gave him time off to recover." Pride filled Chris's voice discussing Connor. Since their father's sudden death, Chris maintained a cheerful facade despite heavy responsibilities. He managed family affairs while caring for their mother and brother. Carl paused before speaking softly: "Chris, come to Brookshire." Chris hesitated. "Don't scare me! You never use that tone! Did something happen to your niece?"

Nathan tells me. "Here buddy. You can use mine. The code is your sister's birthday. You know it right?" Chris gives him his phone. "Of course I know when my sister has her birthday. it's on June.... on the thirteenth of June. No one knows her birthday better than me." "I do. You are not the only one who knows my sister's birthday. it is on the thirteenth of June." Bethany says. "She is my sister and you heard her birthday from me first.!" Nathan argues back.

"You fought with Chris? You sure it's him?" I gave a bitter smile, the pain in my gut dwarfed by the ache in my heart. He didn't mention a word about me. He only feared Chris's power. Our relationship was nothing but a joke. He'd even ignore my texts. My body went limp, nearly slipping from Chris's arms. He tightened his grip, roaring into the phone, "She stabbed my sister, and you're saying it's a mistake? Get your ass over here!" Vanessa hung up with a smirk. "Some nobody trying to scam the Thompsons? Clarence doesn't even know you."

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

I looked at her flabbergasted. "Sister?! I have a sister too? What is going on?" "It seemed that you didn't pay full attention to my story. After I left your father, I married someone else and we had a daughter. I told her about you and when she was old enough, I told her this secret and sent her here to find you." "And who is this mystery person?" I asked with skepticism. Susan chuckled. "The person you know as Lady Vivian is your step-sister and her name is Stacie."