Novel & Cerita Real Sister Brother

Could've just let it go and act fool! "Oh. Sorry! Is that so? I'm sorry, darling. I really thought you two were..." Hannah indeed seems apologetic yet the hint of confusion in her face was too palpable. "No. It's, um, it's fine." Chuckled awkwardly, again. Shit. "Wasn't he the only son of Trevor Cameron? Didn't your mother, Barbara, marry him years ago? Which makes you two—" I cut Loonie off. "Step siblings? Yes. Yeah, we are. Definitely." I faked a smile, though I couldn't stop digging my nails against my palms.

she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “I came for the Hartley engagement celebration. I just arrived yesterday.” “Oh, you must be a friend of the bride’s.” “No. I'm her brother's fiancée.” “Marcus? So he truly does have a fiancée? I was beginning to think he'd stay single forever.” I didn't know how to respond to that. After a few minutes of silence, I realised it had been a while since I left. I needed to get back to prepare for dinner.

My chest tightened, and my stomach knotted until I thought I might throw up. I saw his jaw clench tight and he tore his gaze from me. “Are you fucking my brother, Liv?” he asked suddenly, and my heartbeat spiked. He brought his gaze back to me, his eyes hard and angry. “And don’t you fucking dare lie to me. Are you fucking my brother? Did you fuck him last night?” More tears rolled down my cheeks. “Marcus…” “Answer the question, Liv. Are you fucking my brother??” “I…” The words refused to form.

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

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."

“Your husband isn’t even buried yet, and you’re already bringing your lover here?” The man’s face stiffened. Then he quickly forced out a polished smile and walked toward me. “Bro, you must be Adrian Hayes. I’ve heard Maya mention you many times.” He looked straight at me with the air of a winner. As if he were saying, So what if your brother was the young heir of the Hayes family? He still lost to me in the end. I sneered. Then I raised my hand and slammed my fist into his face. “I only have one brother, and that’s Nathan. What the hell are you?”

I had never seen this man before. My father, Elias Mace, was a former soldier—upright, steady, and disciplined. He despised pretentious displays and would never speak in such a crude, pompous tone. Could it be… my mom really had a lover outside? The thought sent a chill down my spine. The man jabbed a finger at my brother, barking at Mr. Winters like he owned the place. "I'll make this clear right now! The exchange student spot belongs to my son, Roger! Anyone who disagrees is challenging the entire Smith family!"

Not like I expected my new step brother to be Adrian. I watched as he took it, me, in before giving that all too familiar smirk. To any other person, it would have looked like he was really happy to see me and all of that but to me, someone who has been on the receiving edge of that knowing smirk more than once, I know exactly what it meant. “Adrian, this is Jane, your new sister. Jane, this is Adrian, my son” Richard introduced us. I didn’t even realize he was there alongside mom and I snapped back to reality.

“I have a name.” “I’m sure you do.” She looks me over — sneakers, jeans, the plain shirt I grabbed off my floor — the way you’d look at a stray dog that wandered somewhere it doesn’t belong. “Vanessa Francesca.” She says it like I’m supposed to gasp. I don’t. “Jade,” I say. “Murphy.” “Right. Marcus’s sister.” She says my brother’s name like she’s placing a chess piece. “Derek’s told me so much about you.” A pause, timed for effect. “Actually, no. He hasn’t told me anything. Which usually means there’s nothing to tell.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Sienna. More than a brother should.” My breath caught in my throat. The room tilted. “No… this isn’t real. This isn’t happening.” It was as though the floor had been pulled from beneath me. Everything I had known, everything I had trusted—it shattered. “You’re lying,” I whispered, tears pouring freely now. “You’re my brother. You’re Steve. You’re the one who always protected me.” He looked down briefly, his jaw tight, his fists clenched. “That’s the truth Mama never told you. And I can’t hide it anymore.”