Moore Sisters Novels & Stories

” “You…you…” “Oh another thing, Mrs Moore is still looking for the lady, I heard this isn’t the first time her husband had cheated on her, when he did before, she had made sure to ruin the lady’s life. And now, she’s still out for this mole girl. She even asked me if I knew someone with a mole at this TV station.” I watched in satisfaction as her expression changed from anger to panic.

***** Old Master Mo’s flashbacks: And yes, it was actually true. Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo were childhood sweethearts. But after Old Master Mo went to the military, Old Madam Mo’s family married her to another boy despite her unwillingness. But she got nothing in marriage except abuse from her husband and in-laws. Even when she returned to her home to tell them about her life in her husband’s home, none of her family members were willing to help her.

Afterward, I remove the sheet covering my legs and get up completely. "MIMO!" I hear her yell again. "WAKE UP!" "I'm already awake!" I yell back at her while walking going to the bathroom. My name is Maria Isabela Monedero, known as Mimo, my nickname given by my late mother. My story life is like cinderella because her mother died and she got a stepmother and two lovely fucking stepsisters. Like me but the opposite, I have a sweet stepmother who has taken care of me since I was five years old. I'm lucky to have her, and I treat her as my real Mom. I also have two adopted older twin brothers named Jean and Jason. They are two years older than me, and despite being twins, they are super hot.

I had nothing to say to that, I've not had a party in 12 years. "What about you?" "Me? You mean my birthday?" I nodded. "It was in June, I became twenty-five." June! Five and twenty? It was such a coincidence that Martha was also born in June and she would be five and twenty as well. Is it possible that Aunt Agatha had twins but hid it from us? And if Ann says she's Ann, then what was her sister's name? "What was your sister's name?" My expression may have been frightening as Ann looked uncomfortable immediately.

Her hair was graying, and she had wrinkles around her eyes. Gone was her previous look of youthful innocence. In fact, she looked even more like Mom now. In my previous life, she and Barry used my money to start a company. Their business kept growing, and Amy got to be a rich housewife. She became a social media influencer, touting her life with her handsome husband and her genius son. Many people envied her.

I got off and went to the kitchen. I need to cool down. That woman's behavior is heating up my head. Maeji is her name. She was the leader of the two, you thought they were strong and I only got sick because of the rain not because of his slap so weak. In the evening, Nica entered my room with her two friends, Shanley and Laira. "Please Sis Mary join us! It could be more fun!" Shanley even applauded. I just laughed at the way they looked.

She and her disgusting lawyers. What a fool she’d been. For several years she’d watched Louella interact with her team of lawyers and heard the rumors that she was paying them with more than money. Because she knew her sister to be promiscuous to the point of earning the label of nymphomaniac in her eyes, she not only believed the rumors, but she confronted Louella about them. It earned her a slap so hard across the face that she carried the remnants of it for several days, along with a warning to mind her own business.

The only regulars seemed to be the girls that hung out there shifting from lap to lap looking for enough money for a fix. “I’ve got a busy day tomorrow. I won’t be free until at least four and I don’t think it’s a good idea to be there after dark.” Mom leaned in the door. Pearl—as she was known to her friends at church—was Bette Davis in a size 16 dress with a southern drawl and a hint of white fuzz along the sides of her chin. It was her heavy, sad eyes that did it. “You had dinner, Richie? How about some black beans and rice?”

It was more than just curiosity—it felt like a connection, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I lifted my head, my hands moving to the computer. With a few clicks, her pictures filled the screen. Moore Quinn. Life must have dealt her a harsh hand. Just after researching about her husband, I took her up next. I wanted to know her story, every single detail. She lost her Mum at a quite young age and she got married at nineteen. To the jerk who was present at the wedding the previous day. Moore went to prison for five years. I find that part really out of place. Why will she be in prison? Thinking about it, I wonder if Nicole had met her before, maybe while in prison.

The woman who had once offered a ridiculous sum to buy me for the night. "Ethan," she said, extending a hand, "let me introduce myself—I'm Mandy Moore." Moore? That name rang a bell. I frowned. "Grace Moore is my sister." I froze. The first-ever female billionaire, and this woman here was her sister? Mandy ignored my shock and handed me a document. "I'm here to apologize. That deal with Vivian earlier... I messed up. My sister already tore into me for it. This is my way of making it right.