Moore Sisters 소설 & 이야기

Isabella sobbed, her spirit being crushed into the dirt with every blow. Madam Moore finally grew tired and slumped to the ground. She snarled with a hateful bitterness, "You were born with a lowly fate. You are a shadow compared to your sister. Don’t ever dream of standing among the high-ranking Alphas." Isabella bit her lip, suppressing a grief that tasted like iron. She helped Madam Moore up, her obedient appearance heart-wrenching—like a wounded cub licking the hand that broke its bones. "Mother... I will take you home."

"Hey, you have a brother that you didn't know about, so why can't I have a cousin sister too? Besides, didn't I tell you this back in Saigen City? "My mother and Aunt Eanne are twin sisters born into the Moore family. It's just that both of them ended up rebelling against their family and chose to marry outside of their homes. Aunt Eanne chose to be with Thomas' father, whereas my mother ended up with Adrian." Luna could not help sighing when she heard this. "Rianna and Eanne are both decent women. It's just sad that…" Unfortunately, neither of them had good taste in men. Thomas' father, Howard, and Adrian were equally sly, deceitful, and cunning.

“How is that possible? His last name is Moore!” Abel did not even have the strength to reprimand him. He just gave him a mocking look and said, “Zachariah Keele’s wife’s last name is Moore. As in Moore from the Lilac City’s Moore family! Do you understand now?”

Though the house was old, it was neat. The girl offered us seats on the sofa and she excused herself. She came back, holding a frail and fragile old lady, dressed in a white cotton dress that pooled around her feet. Her hair was covered with a white headgear and a rosary was on her neck. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She wore glasses on her small eyes. The girl directed her towards the rocky chair and sat her down before excusing herself from the room. "Good afternoon Miss. Dorcas, I'm Tammy Jones and this is Damon Graves. We were directed to you by Sister Magdalen from St. Mary's orphanage". I paused, my gaze wandering to Damon.

James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London. "Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?" "Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace. "I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor. "Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"

I wouldn’t know why but I would follow their orders. “Who are you? Please state your name.” My eyes widened a fraction when I heard the animal talk. It was speaking using a female voice—meaning this animal was a she-wolf. But my parents told me that animals couldn't talk, what kind of creature was she? She was so alluring to be a monster! “I-I’m Vera Moore,” I stuttered because of bewilderment. "Why are you here in the woods? Alone? Go back home and don't ever come back here in the woods, kid."

A woman steps inside wearing black silk and diamonds sharp enough to kill weaker women emotionally on sight. Linda Moore. My mother. The room reacts immediately, not out of fear but of interest. People always underestimate beautiful women connected to dangerous men. That’s why women like my mother survive so long. She searches me out in the crowd, and when she notices me, she walks over with effortless confidence. Then her gaze shifts toward Maxwell. Ah. This should be fun. “Maxwell Cox.” Her smile is flawless. “Still handsome. That’s unfortunate.” Maxwell straightens automatically. “Mrs. Moore.”

"Check the dates on the subsidiary filings, Mrs. Moore. Helena Moore doesn't play games she hasn't already won. She bankrupted your father to buy you. And Gideon? He just sat back and watched the acquisition." She picked up her box and walked toward the exit, leaving me standing in the shadows of the hall. The silence of Moore Crest returned, but it wasn't empty anymore. It was screaming.

Wouldn’t they grow suspicious? “Isn’t she Ms. Jane Williams Moore, Mrs. Moore?”