My Dead Sister

Anastasia Dawson, a third year Political Science student. She is a combination of beauty and intelligence–a genius to be precise. And the fact that she is an orphan but still live a lavish life, makes her almost perfect. That is why she became easily part of the perfect and most popular squad in her new School. But, their flawless image suddenly got tinted when Sia spilled some of their dirty little secrets. As their friendship ends. Who would expect that Sia will also face her tragic death. But, her end is the only beginning for their staged perfection to be ruined.

Three years ago, during our marking ceremony, my fated mate suddenly proposed to my stepsister, Ashley Calisto. When I was publicly humiliated, Owen Wagner, Alpha of the pack and president of the Wolf Alliance, started to pursue me obsessively. A few months later, I became his Luna. He has treated me with great care and tenderness for the past three years. That is, until I get pregnant and accidentally overhear his secret conversation with a witch. "I need a potion that will kill the pup in her womb without her noticing," Owen says. The witch asks in confusion, "Alpha Owen, why don't you want this heir?" Owen replies coldly, "The only one worthy of bearing my pup is Ashley. This entire thing had been orchestrated to protect Ashley anyway." So, all this tenderness has just been part of a carefully crafted lie. If that's the case, I'll let them have each other.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window. "Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"

She's my best friend's sister, which meant she was off-limits. But I could never keep my distance, because I had always wanted Mia. I tried hard to resist my feelings for her, yet, I couldn't. So, I walked away, thinking it was the right thing to do. Now, ten years later, I've made a name for myself. I’m a billionaire with everything I ever dreamed of—except for one thing: Mia. When I see her again, she’s not the shy girl I once knew. No, she’s confident, strong, and still the one person who has the power to make me lose control. However, she’s also cold and distant, treating me like just another client, a stranger. She has every reason to hate me. But this time, I’m not walking away.

Blood is thicker than water, but loyalty matters. What happens when two people who despise each other at their core embrace each other's flaws, share a deep desire, and understand each other's needs? To make matters worse, they must also reconcile their families' long-standing grudges, where hidden secrets threaten their relationship. The journey ahead will be challenging as both clans have enemies who wish for their disappearance. This indicates that a happy ending is unlikely. Should they fight to survive with love as their weapon or abandon everyone and flee? Rated 18 All rights reserved to the author. Do not plagiarize. In follows inside the story -Sweet Redemption -The Lost Billionaire(MBBC#9) -The Billionaire Secret Wife (MBBC#10) -Everett's Downfall (MBBC#11)

"Isabel, what are you doing there!" madiin na sigaw sa akin ng kung sino. "Ninong, hindi ko po alam. Ano po ba ang nangyari?" pagtataka ko. "What? Stop acting like an innocent! Sabihin mo nga sa akin. Plano mo ba ang lahat ng 'to, Isabel!" mahigpit niyang hinawakan ang kamay ko. Sa pangigigil niya kulang na lang ay mapilayan na ako. "Ninong, tama na po ang sakit po. Hindi ko po talaga alam kung bakit ito nangyari. Please, ninong tama na..." pagsusumamo ko sa kaniya. "Isabel! Wala ka na ngang kwentang anak! Ginanito mo pa ako! Alam mong fiancee ko ang ate mo! Kaya bakit ka narito sa kwarto ko!" Tila nadurog ang puso ko at ang mundo ko. Hindi ba niya naaalala ang angyari kagabi. Bakit ganito si Ninong. Ang ninong ni Isabel ay nagngangalang Ryan De Guzman, 30 years old. Isa siyang pinakamagaling at pinaka-sikat na doctor sa buong mundo. Galing siya sa mayamang pamilya. Kinakatakutan din siya ng karamihan dahil sa ugali niya ngunit hindi alam ng iba ang pagiging mapagmahal nito at masyadong obssessed. Si Isabel Cordova ay 20 years old. Galing sa pinakamayan na pamilya at isang tagapagmana. Naging single since birth dahil sa pagiging mahigpit ng ama niya. Nang mamatay ang kaniyang ina ay nagkaroon ng panibagong asawa ang kaniyang ama. Nagkaroon din siya ng ate. Matalik na magkaibigan ang ninong ni Isabel at ang ama nito. Ikakasal na rin si Ryan sa ate ni Isabel. Subalit, may isang pangyayaring naganap sa pagitan ni Isabel at Ryan na magiging dahilan ng pagbabago ng lahat. Paano nila haharapin ang pagbabago? Ito ba ay masama o magiging kabutihan?

My husband died six months ago. At least… that’s what everyone said. While I’m drowning in his debts, working double shifts just to survive, the only person who refuses to leave me alone is the man I should fear the most — Drakon Vasilios, my husband’s best friend and the ruthless VP of the Wolves MC. He watched me from the moment I became Nikos’s wife. Now he’s the one breaking down my door, dragging me into his world, and claiming he’s the only thing standing between me and a brutal rival gang who wants me dead. To the club, I’m “property.” To Drakon, I’m something far more dangerous. His obsession is raw. Possessive. Consuming. Wrong. Because when the truth explodes — that my husband is still alive, a traitor, and the reason everyone wants me dead — everything shatters. And then I discover I’m pregnant. The problem? I don’t know if the baby belongs to the man who betrayed me… or the man willing to burn the world to keep me. Now the club is at war. Loyalties are breaking. Blood is being spilled. And the only place I’m safe… is in the arms of the one man I should never love. He’s my husband’s best friend. My protector. My greatest sin. But once Drakon claims something… no one takes it from the Wolf.

"Cool," she said, targeting my lips again but I dragged backward till I met a wall. The look of unreadiness and confusion dispersed around my gaze the more I tried to hide them. "umm...can we really do this here? I mean it's a classroom" I chuckled reluctantly. She stared into my eyes and her face told a lot. I didn't want to be that person just yet, I still wanted to spend more time with her. "fine, if you're not in the mood" she turned to go away. I couldn't stop my arm from holding her and dragging her close to me. I wish I could let her walk away. ********************************************** I met Zara first and she wasn't a twin wolf I picked up to have fun with. She was a human I wanted to have fun with. Even though she was a kind girl with a glistening beauty, I knew I would break her heart. No, that's what I thought until started to feel something deeper. I abandoned my task from the Luna and spent the weeks with her, playing football with humans in Mexico. The minute I thought to correct that, her twin sister, Clara showed up and worsen the scenario. Unlike Zara, Clara is a wolf and... my mate.

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. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

In the biggest bar of Gryndon, my younger sister, Evonne Bradford, is tossed onto the middle of the stage like a plaything. The men beneath the stage keep arguing with each other. At the moment, Evonne's complexion is as pale as a sheet. She can only stare at her fiance, Simon Scottman, in disbelief, who's sitting in the middle of the bar. "Simon, I'm your fiancee! How could you treat me like this?" Simon leans over to kiss the dainty-looking woman in his arms on the lips. Then, he shoots Evonne a cold look. "You don't even know who took your virginity, yet you still have the guts to question me?" The woman in Simon's arms just titters delicately, but the contempt in her eyes is plain to see when she looks at Evonne. Meanwhile, I sit in my booth, my gaze already icy. All it takes is three years of my absence in this country, and already someone dares to harm a member of the Bradford family.