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Then, I saw the name Soleia in the notification toggle. I'm not jealous, lol. That's his sister, I was mean because I thought it was Dean's other woman. Dean told me about his family background. He has four sisters, Sister Sol is the second and is only a year younger than the dean, married and with a child. The second was sister Melanie, only three years apart from the dean, and a nun in their hometown. The third was my sister Sailah, only five years older than me, with a child but no husband. The youngest, Maxine, a debutante next year.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

Sophia said with a sick laugh as she stared at the unconscious woman on the floor. Damien stared at his sister and saw the craze in her eyes. He had never seen her like this or believed she could be crazy. Yes, he knew that his sister hated Ava, but it wasn’t enough reason for her to want to kill his wife. Without dwelling more on his sister, he continued to call for help and pressed hard on Ava’s chest. He heard the first sound of footsteps when the first cough came. His blood raced and he pumped harder, urging her to come back to him.

Yet I feel no connection or attraction to her. The one and only woman i had ever loved was mother. She was my everything, sometimes i can swear i can smell her all around me. Her sweet sugar smell from baking and the smell of the sea salt in her hair. She's been gone for years now but i still feel her everywhere. Not even my love could save her. Father has been silent about my lack of spouse since I accended the throne, I wasn't deillusional enough to think that he wasn't interested in my love life. Like with everything with father he has simply been waiting for the perfect time.

Dimi grimaced, “remember? My husband thinks of me as a kid sister so it means I had a big brother. “Who you wanted to fuck,” Darya laughed at her. “My mother asked me if my hymen was still intact.” Magda shut up their cackling with her comment. “Dimi, when your mom gets so bold, let me know. For now, my mom wins on worst one for this week.” “My sister is getting married on Saturday and I’m not supposed to know,” Darya countered. “My twin. My best friend and polar opposite from the age of conception until I was eighteen. I’m not invited. I think evil parents for the week belong to me.”

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

When I lift the shirt, that familiar dark, expensive scent clings to the fabric. I’m halfway dressed when Damien steps out of the walk-in closet. He takes me in, eyes lingering, and clearly finds nothing to complain about. He’s holding a pair of slippers. I arch a brow. “Do you just… have clothes and shoes my size lying around?” “I have a younger sister,” he says easily. “She crashes here whenever she’s furious at the old bastard.” I assume that’s his father. I do know of his sister—Iris Voss. She’s still a teenager, yet striking, stunning. Impossible to miss.

The silent dancer was no other person but Damon’s sister… SELENE!!!

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.

Just what her sister’s intention was for tagging a long was a puzzle. Mandy felt like she had lost touch with her sister. They were consciously avoiding each other. Her quitting her nursing job had brought a lot of strain on their relationship as siblings. Not that it wasn’t strained even before that. Mandy had always felt inferior. Annie was stunningly pretty and smart. Annie’s presence and absence were always felt. Annie was the standard that she was always pitted against.