Novel & Cerita Sister Jean

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

Many in the room still believed the man engaged to her was me. The applause thundered through the hall. Lillian caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression darkened. She shot me a warning look–telling me not to cause trouble. Liam followed her gaze. His face lit up. He quickly walked over to me. "Brother, perfect timing. Today is a double celebration. Come, have a drink with us." Before the ceremony, my sister Charlotte White had suddenly said she needed to speak with me urgently. She pulled me into a bathroom stall and locked me inside.

"No. You were taken before that. Your 'aunt' was the first person who bought you." The word punched the air out of my lungs. Bought. Lucien's voice stayed steady. "You were born into a family that never wanted to lose you. But we failed." My mouth went dry. "Whose family?" His eyes locked on mine. "Ours." The room tilted. I gripped the couch until my knuckles went white. "No. You're lying." Elias stepped closer. "You were our sister." The word cracked something open inside me.

she said in a voice that didn't sound like hers. I almost chuckled. I proceeded to tell her why exactly I couldn't leave her in that position, even though I knew deep down that she was capable. She looked broken. I wanted to enjoy her misery, but I couldn't. I shrugged it off and walked out, but not before making sure I stripped her of that control she didn't know she had. I left there and went back to Stone Holdings. I buried myself in work until I got a reminder from my calendar. Isabel's birthday was coming soon.

the officer, Lewis Tiller, explained, glancing at Zachary with a hint of sympathy. Standing behind them, Yvette Sutton curled her lips into a mocking smile. With a voice full of sarcasm, she said, "Zachary, could Jeanie be doing this to get back at you? Officer, you might not know this, but Jeanie loves her little disappearing acts. Maybe this is just another one of her pranks." Officer Tiller was taken aback. He studied her for a moment, seemingly surprised by her words. "And you are?" "I'm Jeanie's sister. No one knows her better than I do. When we were kids, she tricked me into going to an amusement park and deliberately left me there. Someone like her wouldn't die so easily."

“Of course. Ah! I can ask. Who are you referring to, auntie? “Ah! Auntie’s name is Jean.” Jean is Cecilia’s youngest sister. They are just two siblings. They were orphaned when they were young. They only lived with their grandmother, but soon their grandmother also died, so they both worked hard to survive and get an education. They do everything to graduate. Jean is Kyla’s close auntie. When she complained to her auntie about what her mother did, she was sad for Kyla, so she took care of her. When Jean started falling in love with a rich man, this changed and she only went home once. Kyla was also saddened by her auntie’s change. They don’t know who her auntie’s rich boyfriend is because sh

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”