Sister From Another Mister Novels & Stories

He says, and I become confused. When it clicks. The one who should have married my father. Hold on, I remember hearing something about a woman who was my father’s friend but became his goomar (Mistress) before he let her go after he first saw my momma. “Hate to break it to you, Solomon, but who was your sister? Because I have no idea who you are talking about. So clearly she wasn’t very important to my parents or you, otherwise you would have gotten your revenge sooner.” I say to him, goading him and it’s fucking working as the other men approach me.

one of the special forces snorted coldly, squatted and continued looking at the formation core. Miles and Mark exited the eatery after having a meal, Miles froze the moment he saw someone who looked like Sneaky, she was just like Sneaky. Miles didn't know whether Sneaky has a sister or not, he stared at her intently, wondering if it was Sneaky dressing like a girl. “Look, Miss Sinclair, that poor man is staring at you,” one of her friends told her. Sneaky's sister turned around looking disgusted, but her eyes suddenly lit up, she didn't expect the man ogling her to be very handsome.

One week just passed quickly and Misti invited everyone including Namrata Di also and Misti was very happy that Namrata Di happily informed her that she would come to her birthday and Namrata Di also informed her that she already joined another dance troupe and started to working there. Misti felt genuinely happy for Namrata di after all she was not only her dance teacher/choreographer, Misti always considered her as her elder sister. Misti had no elder sister in her relatives, she had one elder cousin brother Soham who was 10 years older than she, and Misti loved him a lot, he was the perfect lovely caring brother a sister could ever get, he was the only son of Misti's eldest uncle, the big

Even her so-called concern was unbelievably fake. "I heard you're going to be part of a movie shoot soon?" Hannah asked lightly. "With your terrible acting, I'm sure it'll turn out just as shitty. I wonder who this shareholder is. They must have so much money they have no idea where to spend it, else they wouldn't have wasted it on you." "You!" Misty's expression fell, nearly revealing her menacing fury. Beside her, Cedric remained silent, his expression just as ugly. "Don't address me as your sister from now on either. My mother only ever gave birth to one child—me. I don't have any siblings." Hannah continued on, venting out her anger this way. "A mistress' child isn't fit to call themselv

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

He cut me off and extended his hands for a handshake. Something in me didn’t think it was a good idea making friends with the person likely responsible for killing my sister and something in me knew I could trust Myles at least. “Friends.” I said taking his hands. Then he finally turned and left. I stared at his body built back shadow until I couldn’t see it anymore No wonder Alice fell for him. I frowned when I caught myself smiling. The room was dark when I got upstairs. Ashley was already in bed, her breathing soft and even. I sat on my mattress and pulled out the napkin again.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

He had mistaken me for Nick’s wife. Dad only laughed. He didn’t even bother to correct Mr. Santiago’s mistake. “No, she’s not my wife. She’s my sister-in-law,” Nick said plainly. It felt like a sharp needle had pierced my heart. Sister-in-law. Yes… indeed I am his sister-in-law. My smile faded instantly. Mr. Santiago looked at me again, this time with a more interested grin. “Oh, is that so? So, you’re still single? I could introduce you to my son, he’s a pilot. If we’re talking about looks, he’s a winner! Takes after me!” he laughed.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi