Josephine Langford Sister Novels & Stories

"Do I look that easy to fool?" He did not believe Jayden's words. Frederick's sister was called Lauren. She was Cyrus's mother and also his aunt. Lauren and Edward's mother had been good friends for decades. After his mother passed away, Lauren had been depressed for a few years. Moreover, when his mother passed away, Lauren was abroad. "Mr. Arnoult, at my age, I have nothing else to ask for. I only want to protect the Smith Family’s property." Jayden seemed to be extremely tired. He leaned back in his chair and sighed.

It explained why James, who had believed himself an Ashford heir, was in fact the son of a French architect with no blood claim to Edward's line — and therefore no legitimate claim to the empire Edward and Victoria had built together. What was not known — what Isabelle had found in her grandfather's private papers after his death six years ago — was that Gerard Foulds had not left England immediately after the hotel project. He had stayed for two years. During which time he had fathered a second child. Not with James's mother. With a different woman entirely. A woman named Margaret Ashford. Edward Ashford's youngest sister. The room was very quiet. "Margaret Ashford," Elena said carefully. "

I quirked my brow, wondering why he had stopped mid-air. "With all due respect sir, still haven't grabbed the picture?" I shot him a glare, but of course that was the highest I could do. Yosef was my trustworthy butler. Was almost indispensable. "I'm sorry, sir. What I mean is, Lyons Fredrickson...he is the brother of the late Peggy Fredrickson." "What?" Yosef pinned his lips, pulling his gaze down to the floor. "I'm afraid, sir. She was his sister, and from what I gathered, they had a really strong bond."

Same high cheekbones, same sharp gaze, but there was a spark behind hers. Were they sisters? Cousins? Adelaide cleared her throat, the formal mask sliding back on. “Cassandra, meet my sister, Celeste Langford. Cece, this is Cassandra Monroe. She’s Ledger’s… companion.” “Companion, as in...?” Lady Celeste raised a perfectly sculpted brow, her smile never once slipping. “His girlfriend,” I said quickly, reaching out to shake her hand. She swatted my hand away. “None of that, dear. Bring it in.” She said, her arms wide apart.

His frame was thin, his features traditionally handsome, with not a single hair on his head out of place. While I watched, twice Josephine reached to hold his hand and twice he moved his hand away, either not realizing that she had reached for him or purposefully avoiding her. I hoped it was the former but feared it was the later. I moved into the line of guests, patiently waiting my turn. At the front, Josephine smiled. “Lillian. I’m glad you made it. The dress looks beautiful.” “Who --?” Piers asked. “Lillian, my brother’s surrogate,” Josephine said. “You remember I told you? I accidentally walked in—”

“Isn’t Fiona the mistress? What’s so pitiful about her?” Ella objected. "Fiona isn't the mistress, it’s Yvonne. I know this better than you do." Roxanne told Ella that Fiona and Yvonne were sisters. She distorted the facts, claiming that Fiona and Jackson were childhood sweethearts. Yvonne was the mistress who gave up on her own boyfriend, Yosef Turner, to destroy Fiona and Jackson's relationship. She even tricked Jackson to sleep with her and forced him to marry her in the end.

A speedy shock streaked in Alondria's eyes and she quickly said, "I wasn't hollering at your wife, i was simply conversing with my sister about neckbands and gems that young ladies like." Jared turned his eyes to Mrs. Katherine before letting them rest on Sarclet. Her derisive articulation was noticeable and he immediately understood that the main person Sarclet adored in the house was only her brother. This 34c bust lady is said to be Sarclets sister.

She tried to make out the figure's features but it was too dark and she couldn't see anything. "Who do you think you are? Coming into my brother's life and claiming you are his mate." The figure continued after some time. Unknown to DeLorna the figure was only a few meters away from her. Immediately DeLorna understood all that was happening. The figure she couldn't make out its features was Jefferson's sister. But she didn't know if she was his elder or younger sister. Also, he never mentioned having a sister or anything. "It was your brother who came into my life himself and told him I was his mate," DeLorna replied boldly.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

"Yes, we don't need the money, but your husband does, doesn't he? We're helping him make some money." "He just can't accept it for now. Let me talk him into it." Josephine hesitated for a moment before nodding. The other men instantly stood in front of Josephine, blocking her from view. Jacob walked over to me and whispered, "Horace Carter, I bet you didn't know this, but Josephine could be carrying any one of our babies, but definitely not yours. "When you did that appendectomy back then, I had the doctor perform an extra procedure." His voice grew more vicious. "Your sister overheard us talking about it and had the nerve to threaten us. She actually didn't kill herself. We took her so hard