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“We… We were expecting a girl child! I was really excited to have her but during those days, he cheated on her, and… and the sister I had been waiting for, she was gone in a blink of an eye! I wanted to have her in my life disparately but that man… not only he took my sister away from me… He even took my mother away! - - - - - - - Hi Guys, It takes a lot of effort and time to think, write, and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not. If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point, just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to make it spicy and catchy to you all! So, Don't

Next chapter, please. Daisy_D: What a lazy author. Three days and yet no updates. I'm dumping your book right away. Alice: A ten-inch dick? That is not possible, author. Can you be realistic and stop being stupid? The beautiful comments earned a small smile from me and, of course, there were negative comments too. But then, my other readers made sure to put them in their place, telling them to drop the book instead of being haters. I had written this forbidden erotica novel with the darkest fantasy of Tristan in mind. Aurora had been me... his step sister, while Damien had been Tristan, my stepbrother.

If Caramel was not my sister, I would have had my way multiple times, and there would have been nothing that would stop me. "You do? But why?" He seemed to find my response unbelievable. I placed one hand on his lap. "Look Justine," I began. It took so much not to concentrate on touching him in that way. "I've known you for as long as it seems right, and I can almost say that I trust every word you have to say." I assured him. I wished that my hand against him could cause his body to act in reaction. "Caramel is my sister and I know the right way to get in her head, all you have to do is trust me." I said, pulling away even though it took a lot of muscle awakening.

“I was kidnapped by rogues on my 8th birthday. My older sister and I were both taken. But I escaped after a month, thanks to her sacrifice. After that, my family and the whole pack began resenting me.” “Is your sister dead?” “No.” The word came out fast, almost desperate. “I’m sure she’s still alive. My sister is strong and smart. I believe she got away from the rogues, and she’s living somewhere safe. I just… know it.” “If that’s true, then why didn’t she come back to your pack?” Beta Owen’s question made my head whip around to face him. For a moment, I was taken aback, unable to find the right words.

"Since she's got so much money, why didn't she hire a caregiver for her own mother?" "She's a monster! If she treats her own mother like this, there's no way she's a responsible doctor to her patients. We won't feel at ease knowing that our family members are in her care." "Fire her! Get rid of that heartless monster!" Someone started throwing rotten eggs at me, and a woman even lunged at me to hit me. Amy recorded all of this on her live stream, of course, garnering even more traffic online. She also pretended to stand defensively in front of me, crying out, "Don't treat my sister like that!"

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

" He trailed off meaningfully, while my parents shot me threatening looks. Back then, when Rebecca and I were kidnapped, I was beaten until I was barely conscious. Rebecca had stepped in front of me, crying as she shouted, "She's my sister! You're not allowed to touch her!" It moved me deeply because she had hated me her entire life. I foolishly believed that if I had not been born, she would have been our parents' one and only darling. At that moment, I forgave her for everything and even begged the kidnappers to spare her.

"After you left, I drank every day. I ran the company into the ground. I had Lydia committed to a psychiatric hospital. I sent my parents back to their hometown. And then I went bankrupt. "The day I lost everything, I had a dream. There was this white, glowing AI. It told me I was living inside a novel. "It said my world collapsed because I'd lost everything. That's when I found out you weren't really dead—you were a player who had escaped the world." His voice grew more agitated. "So I gave up everything I had left. And finally, the time portal opened today." My face didn't change. "And? If you came all this way for me, you can leave."

“I am a character in this book and I deserve to have some fun with those two.” “Okay, if you says so.” She shrugs. The conversation almost ends there but my sister doesn’t let it, “Where is my story exactly?” “Oh. It is on a platform called N******t. I signed an exclusive contract there,” Ange Writes explains and my sister nods. “What exactly is N******t?” “The blue cat as my friends call it. It’s an online writing platform.” “So you earn from there?” I begin to look back and forth between them as they talk.

- I ask as I watch the waiter serve my glass of wine. — He just said he needed help with a romantic surprise. - My sister says, watching me take a sip. — However, it is remarkable that you two are not well. Dahlia, what is happening? My throat flutters with all the words that want to be poured out. I need to tell someone what’s going on. Vent about everything, share the burden... and who better than my sister? However, the words that wish to leave are those that involve much more than just the crisis, they involve the one whom I wish to forget. There was only one person I could vent about everything without editing, and it wasn’t that one in front of me. Not that my sister couldn’t be truste