Sister Abigail Novels & Stories

without hesitation the moment Dad finished speaking, her pupils visibly contracted. Grace froze beside me for a moment, then tightened her grip on my hand. "Connor Foster, you'd better stop right now!" Abigail shouted. I looked at her in confusion. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup smeared. She lunged at me frantically, trying to grab my arm. She said, "Even if you're trying to make me jealous, there should be limits. There's no need to drag marriage into this out of spite. If you keep this up, there will be no turning back!"

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.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

She deliberately stirred up conflicts, pushing Darnell to grow disgusted with Erin and slowly distance himself from her. For three months, it had worked perfectly. She had been just one step away from driving Erin out for good. But now, Darnell had completely turned on her. "Darnell, what are you saying? I'm Amber. I'm your sister…" Amber buried her face in her hands, her tears streaming down like broken strings of pearls. But Darnell didn't even blink. "My sister is Erin. Do you not understand? You are nothing but her placeholder! You don't share a single drop of blood with me! When I choose to spoil you, you're a Huff heiress. When I don't, you're just an orphan from the streets!"

She then started filling the empty platter in front of her. “You should enjoy it while you can, girls. This is a once in a year celebration only.” The old sister said to them, “I want that strawberry tart.” But she was getting a slice of lemon. Abigail and the girls looked at each other. They knew that there was something queer with their uninvited visitor. She never spoke with a calm voice, and she never smiled at any of them, but she was doing both now. Abigail suspected something, and being she was the nearest to the sister, she heaved a sniff of her. Abigail was right for Sister Rene was reeking of alcohol.

Byron chuckled angrily. ​ Abigail tried to push him with anger, “I told you, I don’t know you are related to that young lady. All I come from the hospital side as a helper.” ​ “Helper?” His mind clicked as he recalled the past review from the servant and today’s doctor's words. ​ "Don't tell me you are the one who talked to her?" His nose flared, and his teeth clenched in anger. ​ Abigail trembled, “I did not know you had an even sister.”

What Esther said cleared Abigail's confusion about why she had not seen her boss's wife. Abigail smiled as she said, "I'm ready. Let's go now." "Let's go!" Esther hugged Abigail's arm. She leaned forward to Abigail's body and sniffed. Abigail smelled very nice, and it made Esther like her even more. "Abigail, I'll tell you, my sister-in-law is young, gorgeous, and has a very nice figure. She's gentle and treats me very well too. In short, my sister-in-law is flawless in every way. I like her very much."

“You’re just manipulating everyone for pity. It won’t work this time.” I stared at her, astonished. How had I missed this part in my closest friend? My sister? Her accusations were bewildering—I had no idea what she meant. It was true Miss Abigail spent her savings on my health, often prioritizing my needs. She believed my fragile condition demanded extra care. Yet she tried to love us both equally. Sia must have felt neglected, twisting that love into resentment. “Sia, I didn’t cause her death,” I stated firmly, willing her to understand.

I feel blessed to have them in my life. I have become a lot close with Abigail. We're more like sisters now. We go for shopping, dinners and lunch whenever we get time. We even share secrets. She knows I call her brother deadly demon and in fact, even she has started calling him deadly demon now. Of course not in front of him. Hehe...

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