Secrets Of The Sullivan Sisters Novels & Stories

“Ah, Miss Olivia. Visiting your sister’s quarters, I presume?” “Yes,” she said sweetly. “Did you know my sister’s an ex-convict?” My fists clenched involuntarily. Rage flared in my chest. That was my secret, my burden. And now she’d just set it loose like wildfire. Sully frowned. “Really?” “Olivia, my patience is wearing thin. Leave. Now.” Olivia pressed on, grinning as if this was a game. “Mr. Sully, I’m just warning you. My sister can be dangerous. Please be cautious around her.”

Clarissa cut me off before I could say anything else. She even grabbed Susan's hand and started pulling her toward the door. Susan looked overjoyed, clearly never expecting that someone as poor as her would be fought over like this. At last, Ms. Abbott looked at me before turning to the Newmans, who looked visibly embarrassed. "Both sisters have good personalities. Kayla Smith, the younger sister, is also a very thoughtful and sensible child." The Newmans had watched everything that had just happened. Seeing how obedient and well-behaved I was, they agreed to adopt me.

Adrian asked, but before I could answer, the anchor’s voice cut in. “Sources close to the Sullivan family confirm that Giselle Sullivan has been the secret majority shareholder of Sullivan Technologies since her twenty-first birthday. The company, valued at over hundred billion dollars, has been quietly managed through a trust following the death of her parents. Ms. Sullivan’s return to California and her recent high-profile investments, including a significant stake in Blackwood Express, have now drawn intense scrutiny.” Adrian clapped his hands. “Mommy has a big company! Can we go on her airplane?”

My voice cracked. "You need to tell us everything ?" Madden said, visibly upset. I shook my head. "Not now. Later. I promise. But first…" I pulled out the photograph of Alice in the lake. The warning on the back. The napkin. "Someone killed my sister. Someone left these warnings. Someone has been watching me since the day I arrived." Ashley stared at the evidence. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I didn't know if I could trust you."

She just copied it blindly. The joke was, my whole life's work was stolen, just because she submitted it two hours before me. The sleepless nights I’d spent in front of the cauldron, my eyes raw from the fumes. The burns that littered my hands. It was all a joke. My own sister, Cora. She stood in the crowd below the stage, her eyes red, staring at me in disbelief. "Sister, why did you steal my recipe?" Cora sobbed, her body trembling in front of the entire pack and the Alliance leaders. "I trusted you so much, I even showed you my first draft..."

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."

“Damien doesn’t have a sister like you.” Lucy chimed in sarcastically from the side. “This trick is so outdated. You think calling him ‘brother’ makes you close? If that worked, every girl on the street would be Damien’s sister.” Grace suddenly clamped her hand tightly around my chin. “How long have you been seducing him? How much money did you scam out of him? That ten thousand dollars was just pocket change to you, wasn’t it?” “I didn’t scam–”

"Whatever you're going to ask about my mother, save it. I don't know what she knew beyond the payments. I don't know if she understood the full scope of what Helena was doing. And right now, I don't care. I haven't read all of Helena's diary, but I'm sure she liked to document just how clever she was and how she fooled everyone around her. Your answers should be easy to find." Morrison's eyebrows lifted. "Mrs. Sinclair—" "I said not today. Don't you think we have been through enough?" My hands were shaking, but my voice stayed level. "I know my own eggs were stolen from me without consent. That my sister planned to raise my biological child as her own. That my husband was arrested for a murd

So, I clamped a hand over my mouth, terrified someone would hear how miserable I was. "Did you see Riley's face just now? God, it was hilarious. I've been waiting for this day forever." "I know, right? She thought she could rise in social ranks after marrying Peter, but she only managed to do it by taking someone else's rightful place." "Ugh, I heard she snuck into Mr. Sullivan's bed right after Sammy died. Finally, someone put her in her place. This is so satisfying!" I froze upon hearing their voices. They were Peter's so-called "friends," and his elder sister, Penelope Sullivan.

Theo says and Noah and Ryan roll their eyes while he continues, "He told me that you have a secret and I know that you were not in a real relationship with Jess. So obviously you would be seeing other people but for two months there is no news of you. So I thought to do some digging and I came to know from a friend who has a resort in Charleston and he told me that my brother is paying for the lady staying there and actually came there to meet her." "Great work, Detective." Ryan says as he comes towards me and Noah tells him how he found out. "What? Just that. Come on. Unlike Noah who saw you, I have to work to know about this." Theo says. "Ya. Ya. What are you doing here?" Ryan asks me. "Su