Romans & histoires My Sister Judy Easton

Wren “Damn, is that your brother?” Judi whistles from her spot by the window. I huff. “Depends. Is it a brown-haired, scary-looking guy with Ezra?” “Yup!” She pops the ‘p’, then sighs. “Oh, to be surrounded by such hot dudes.” “They’re annoying.” “I’d take it,” she giggles. Judi closes the blinds and hops back on my bed. “Do you think they’ll come up?”

Judy narrowed her eyes. “If I hear you trash-talking my Esther again, I’ll make sure your Davenier family goes bankrupt.” And with that, she brushed past them, ignoring their stunned faces, and caught up to Esther. Naturally, she slipped her arm through Esther’s and smiled at Evander. “Mr. Westvale, sorry about that. She’s my bestie. I’ll take her home—no need to trouble yourself.” Evander paused mid-step. His eyes flicked over to Judy’s hand wrapped around Esther’s, his brow tightening ever so slightly.

Wendy’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. So, she’d been right all along. Judy really was that kind of woman. She already had her brother, and yet here she was, still tangled up with her ex. The realization made Wendy’s eyes darken with fury. She quickly began recording the scene, determined to show her brother exactly what kind of woman Judy was. She had never liked Judy from the start. Despite depending on her brother for everything, living under their roof and relying on him for support, Judy always acted as if she were above everyone else.

Like a mother would. The sight dragged up a memory I hadn’t thought about in years. Judy. My second cousin. She had struggled with the same condition as Judith. Most people didn’t know how to handle her. Conversations felt strained. Interactions awkward. But Janet had always known exactly what to do. I remembered Judy’s expression whenever Janet entered the room—the way her sharp, guarded demeanor softened, the rare, brilliant smile that appeared only when Janet spoke quietly and patiently. Judy eventually went abroad with her parents for treatment. Her case had been worse. Much worse.

Even with all the attention they were getting from the men, they still weren’t satisfied when they saw me with something Easton used in the shoot. “Why are you holding that jacket? Isn’t that what Easton wore during the shoot?” Sabrina asked, her eyes wide and clearly unhappy. “Easton gave it to me,” I said softly. The sisters shared a look, like they were having a silent conversation with their eyes. “Well, give it to me. He’s my stepbrother, and I deserve it,” she said, reaching out her hand and demanding it, making my face fall. I didn’t want to. Why couldn’t I keep even one thing?

"What's going on?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Actually, forget it. I don't want to bring it up." "No, please. I want to help." "It's just..." I looked directly into her eyes. "I thought since you have a sister you'd understand what it's like to have someone who can't move on from a past relationship." She considered it. "Rhea had an ex. But she's over him now." "She is?" It slipped out but I caught it. "I mean—how did she manage it?"

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

“Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.” Wendy saw that her lies had been exposed, so she grabbed me and whispered, “Ruby, if you refuse to give me anything today, we’ll stay here and haunt you forever. “After that, you’

The guests' murmurs crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I knew it! A leopard can't change its spots. The jinx of the Sullivan family is pure evil. Not only did she get her own biological brother killed, but she's now trying to steal her adopted brother's protective charm to get him killed too. Clearly, she wants to wipe out the Sullivans so she can hoard all of her family's inheritance for herself." "I heard the eldest son of the Sullivan family, who died, was incredibly close to her. What an idiot, letting himself be killed by the sister he doted on the most."

she said finally. The name dropped into the quiet like a lead weight thrown down a dry well. Bridie went still beside me. Her fingers clenched so hard against my palm that the signet ring on my forefinger bit into my flesh. "Ewan's cousin. The one he brought into partnership after the succession challenge."