Sister Ring James Avery Novels & Stories

She wanted that someone might be afraid of her. “I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. I'm already healthy!” She exclaimed. Ava's lips parted. She couldn't believe that her sister claimed that she was healthy despite that she was coming too early in her next life. She bit her lips and didn't say anything to protest. Ava stayed with her in the same room but she was nervous that James might rejected her. She was sure that the man who had been teaching her sister was her mate. However, James seemed not interested in being with her.

"Yeah. But your sister is a bitch. And I wouldn't be surprised if you were planning something against her." Ava thought about what he had said. "This isn't just about me, is it? This is also about you. You aren't just feeling guilty for what you did to me. You've been treated worse as well, haven't you?" James sighed, and said, "Yeah. But that's a long, brutal story. When you're back in the States, and if you ever make up your mind, call me." He slid his card across the table and got to his feet. "I am the only one who can help you, Ava Winters. And if I were you, I'd take it."

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence, every second pressing down on us like a hammer. Finally, I managed to breathe out, “Clara… are you sure?” She gave me a sharp, broken laugh. “You think I’d be sitting here if I wasn’t?” Her voice cracked. “What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?” I buried my face in my hands. My fiancée was upstairs, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about a future with me — a wedding, a home, a family. And here I was, sitting in the dark with her sister, staring at the proof of a betrayal that could destroy everything.

Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—"

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?”

“I’m just asking you to attend.” “My sister loves you.” That much was true. Unlike James’s mother, who barely tolerated her. Unlike most of his relatives. His sister had always been kind. Always. “I’ll think about it.” James released a breath. “Okay.” Then quietly: “That’s all I’m asking.” The call ended. Ava stared at Queen. Queen stared at the floor. Grace stared at both of them. Nobody spoke. Finally Ava broke the silence. “Don’t.” Queen sighed. “Ava.” “No.”

She burst into laughter, and my chest tightened with pain hammering through me. “Good thing you now know. I want my ring back, Mabel is the only woman who deserves it, not some low life like you.” James spat, and his words felt like dagger stuck in my chest. “You heard him, right? Now give the ring back!” My sister glared at me, and after some seconds, she grabbed my hand and pulled the ring out of my finger forcefully. “James!” That was the only thing my mind could come up with. The sting of betrayal clouded my mind, and I could feel my body shutting down.

I whispered, taking a sip. I guessed there was nothing like too much ginger tea. The warmth spread through my chest and instantly made me feel comfortable. “I am Avery Vale,” she introduced herself excitedly. “Soren and Adrian’s younger sister.” “But I don’t...” “Know me,” she finished for me. “Many people don’t,” she explained. “I lived with my maternal grandmother my entire childhood, and I only came back a few years ago. And with the way these two keep going at each other, I’m a bit embarrassed to claim them as family.”

Samiul grabbed the pen from her hand and gulped, “fine! Let’s believe you are the Heeler. Why do you want to go against your father.” “I have a nine-year-old, kid sister. The girl who just died was no more than eight. How can I work for the auction ring in clear conscience when the people we sell are the same age as my sister? If my sister deserves to live freely, why not others?” pointed out Afanasiia. “Why don’t I arrest you now and get it over with?” asked Samiul.

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