Fern Michaels Sisterhood Series Novels & Stories

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

I DROPPED SYDNEY OFF at her dance school and found Sam Jones in his office picking through a muddy stack of canceled checks and file folders. There were several more mud-caked boxes on the floor around him. He leaned back in his chair. “I’m sorry about your sister, Richard. I never expected Martha to do anything like that. She must have been a lot worse off than everyone thought.” “She didn’t do that to herself, Sam. Somebody pushed her.” “I know it’s hard to believe she’d—”

No wonder Anna went to work in Mexican cartel territory this time. "Your sister met a good friend who said there was a way to make money. Who would have thought that your sister would be tricked into entering Mexican cartel territory? Deena, I admit I did you wrong, but she's your sister. You can't just stand by and do nothing!" My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. I looked at my mother with a sneer. "All these years, I always doubted whether I was your biological daughter. If I hadn't secretly done a maternity test, I wouldn't have believed that you gave birth to me, no matter what you said."

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

Having enough of her sister, she abruptly came to a halt; making the latter come to a stop as well. “Can you quit this already?” Phidel gushes, irritated by Phidelia’s persistent talk on not fighting violence with violence. “Do you even know what you are saying?” she went on, her full gaze now on her sister– if people were passing at that moment, they might think was going nuts but she didn't give a sh*t. She had had it to the neck and wouldn't oblige by anyone telling her what to do especially not when she knew what Tina was up to. “...this was exactly how you were and now look at you? Do you think I’m happy seeing you like this?" anger seared through her as a shred of tear escaped her eye.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

But I didn't disappear. My soul stayed right there, suspended in the cold air, watching as my body was hauled out of an abandoned warehouse near the Bayhaven docks and loaded onto a gurney. I watched Serena Hart pull on a white protective coat and walk into the autopsy suite. She was the youngest medical examiner in Bayhaven. She was also my only sister. "Anything on identification? Can we narrow down time of death?"

The woman raised her hand to try and slap her and Laila grabbed her wrist and bent it. “I'm a middle child with a kid sister who makes you look angelic. There isn't a damn thing you can do to me which will ever top what she has said and done. Why don't you and your little posse go back to whatever it was you came from.” She shoved her away. “I swear if you don't leave this club right now, I will make you wish you had never met Nichole Fernando. He's mine.” “Yeah, my sister did this to me on a daily basis. Try something new and we'll see if maybe you get a different reaction.”

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”