Romans & histoires My Sister Judy Easton

She must be Ryan's step sister. "Bonnie" the other said, looking down at her food. She looked older than the first and had a slight resemblance. Maybe they were sisters - daughters of the first wife. "Well, you can just call me Judy" the last one said as she tossed a blueberry Into her mouth Wow! She looks... rouged. By the way, where's Mrs Winthrop...and Ryan? I looked at the jerk opposite me and that was when I realised it was his turn to introduce himself.

I responded. Allison gasped. She had a glass of juice in her hand. "Like really now? Are you trying to tell me what to do in here? You are just a stranger and you will have to do whatever I say. "Allison said cruelly. " I Know but I'm already here.. why don't you just take the other place? " I asked again. " Maybe I should remind you who I am here. Aunt Kelly is my mom's twin sister and that makes her my aunt, that makes Jayden my cousin that makes Uncle Brian my uncle.

Alfred asked and Easton seemed thoughtful for a while. “Sadly she's not with us anymore. She's resting with the angels.” “What happened to her?” Alfred asked again and I was tempted to stop him from asking more questions but Easton didn't seem to mind. “She was born really sick and her treatments only kept her with us for a few years. It broke my mom's heart when she left, it broke my heart as well as she was my favorite person.” I could see the sadness in Easton's eyes as he spoke of his sister. That was a story I never knew until now.

Susan then asked seriously, "Judy, if there comes a day when we both fall for the Johne man, would you step aside for me?" Judy laughed, "In my heart, you come first. There are plenty of men in the world; if one's gone, we can always find another, but I only have one sister like you." Susan smiled, "I was just kidding. Go change your clothes and head to work. You reek of alcohol. Drink less in the future." "Will do," Judy said, heading into her room. The thought of going to the office made her nervous. Though she was just an intern for now, and the chances of seeing the big boss like Lewis were remarkably slim, she still worried.

Bryson stumbled back, rattled. Lily's fake smile shattered under the weight of her own jealousy. "That's not possible... Kayla Eastwood can't be THAT Eastwood," she muttered, going pale. The name. The high-society whispers. The Eastwoods—two daughters, one son. Robin, the powerhouse. Our brother, the rising political star. And the youngest? Always kept low-key, rumored to be the favorite. Yeah. That was me. "Ms. Eastwood, this is all a big misunderstanding. You're Kayla's sister, right? I just wanted to throw her a grand engagement party."

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.

Jade’s voice broke as she stammered, “Easton, please… I—I didn’t mean any harm. You’ve changed so much! You used to love me—” “Love?” Easton interrupted, a cold, humorless laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t know the first thing about love.” Tears welled in Jade’s eyes as she tried to step closer. “It’s her, isn’t it? Scarlet has blinded you! She hurt your brother, Easton, and yet you still protect her!” Easton raised an eyebrow, his amusement laced with disdain. “Speaking of Scarlet,” he said smoothly, “how exactly did you come to the conclusion that she was behind the accident?”

Many in the room still believed the man engaged to her was me. The applause thundered through the hall. Lillian caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression darkened. She shot me a warning look–telling me not to cause trouble. Liam followed her gaze. His face lit up. He quickly walked over to me. "Brother, perfect timing. Today is a double celebration. Come, have a drink with us." Before the ceremony, my sister Charlotte White had suddenly said she needed to speak with me urgently. She pulled me into a bathroom stall and locked me inside.

On the way back, Stacy got into a car accident and died on the spot. Wendy chose to live as her, because she could not bear to let Eric, Stacy’s husband, live alone. No outsider could tell she was impersonating Stacy. However, I was her husband. We lived together for years. How could I not recognize my own wife? I demanded to know why she did this. I wanted to know why she abandoned our son and me. Wendy showed no emotion and pushed me away coldly. “I know you miss my sister, but you cannot mistake me for her just because you miss her too much.”

EASTON CARTER “Olly likes to play lone wolf sometimes,” the man said with a fond smile on his face. Olive frowned at him but stayed silent, her grip was still strong on my hand. Okay… “I'm Easton Carter,” I said, stretching out my hand. “Robert. Please call me Bobbie,” he took my hand in a firm grip. “Please join us for dinner…” Olive pinched my arm. “Easton…” “I don't want to impose on your plans. I just came over because I haven't seen my sister in a while.”