Sister Ring James Avery Novels & Stories

Every drawer, cabinet, and even the bedside table—I looked everywhere. In the end, I found the house deed in Vivian's room. The moment I checked the name of the property owner, my heart dropped to my stomach. It was Vivian Sinclair. However, as I set the folder back down, a receipt slipped out and fell to the floor. It was a receipt for a whole set of gold jewelry, amounting to over seven thousand dollars, dated a year ago. The same year that I happened to undergo breast cancer surgery—a surgery that I had to sell my own set of wedding jewelry to pay for.

Her hand was raised before the camera, revealing the ring on her finger. The caption read, "My answer is yes." By the time I saw Sally's post, Mom's body had already been taken to the morgue. I'd called Tristan 30 times, but he didn't answer a single one of my calls. However, he did leave a comment on Sally's post. "I'll fulfill all my promises to you." In the photo, Tristan and Sally were in a tight embrace, and I even saw underwears behind them. It was obvious what they'd just been doing.

Nothing. He pushed my hand away from his chest The officiant cleared his throat, uneasy. “You may… you may now place the ring on her finger—” I lunged. “Stop!” Strong hands grabbed me from behind, Sailyn’s guards. Their hands pressed tightly into my stomach. I struggled to breath. “She can't steal him from me. I couldn't allow her.” My wolf growled internally, my body struggled, every muscle screaming, but I still couldn’t reach him. My heart shattered as Sailyn’s hand reached for the ring.

The host lands his gavel lightly, announcing, “A ring designed by the famous artist Johnson McConaughey who’s known for his delicate work with amethyst -- Frozen Night! Starting at 50,000 dollars!” Ava temporarily forgets her worry. “Daddy, that’s the ring I want!” Ava shakes Jack Fuller’s arm, her eyes nailing on the big screen, showing that one-of-a-kind ring. “60,000!” The host points in Ava’s direction at Jack Fuller’s plate.

Though James seemed to stare at the road, he jumped between Louis' confession and his own company situation and that mysterious lady. He went into Lily's room to find her awake and confused. Ava was sitting beside her on the bed, holding a hand. Her eyes flickered brightly at James' appearance; even so, he could feel an undercurrent of anxiety. "James," she called, still weak, though those eyes were bright enough now. "What is it? They said somebody here claimed to be my sister?" James walked beside her, taking her other hand in his. "I don't know," he said. "But we'll figure it out. How are you feeling?"

Avery kept staring at his back and soon some evil smirk formed upon her lips. The moment Ramos went out of her vision, Avery pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Just in two rings, the person picked up the call. "Hello, Ave? Finally remembered your brother!" Liam said when Avery smiled and said, "How can I forget my brother? Brother, if you're free, can we meet? I want to see you." "Of course! I'm always free for my sister." Liam said when Avery's grin widened. While back in the study room of Ramos

Ava sat across from her mother in the tastefully adorned living room, the air laden with a sense of urgency as she unraveled the latest developments in the intricate tale of Avery's life. Her mother, a woman of grace and sophistication, listened intently, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Mom," Ava began, her voice tinged with urgency, "there's something else you need to know. Henry Tamer, Avery's half-brother, has somehow secured a position within West Tech Company.”

James said impatiently. Abby raised a brow and pulled out the key from her purse, she dangled it in front of him and when he tried to grab it, she pulled it away from his reach. Dylan leaned towards Stephen and managed to utter a few words to him. "Who is she?" "Liam's cousin sister" Steven answered. James massaged his temples, this lady was here again to piss him off. "just give me back my keys, there are plenty of guys in here who you can trouble" James grunted out.

I responded when required, my voice steady despite the unreality of the moment. I was peripherally aware of Maya watching from the front row, her expression a mixture of concern and fierce protectiveness. Beside her sat a striking woman in her forties who bore enough resemblance to Alexander to suggest a familial connection,a sister, perhaps? "The rings, please," the officiant requested, breaking through my distracted thoughts. James,Alexander's associate from that first terrible meeting in my father's study,stepped forward with two bands on a small velvet cushion. Alexander took one, a simple platinum circle that gleamed in the morning light.

This time, he put his hands in his pockets, still staring at me. “I know she's on our side, and I was hoping that it would last until we finally defeated Gideon, but you should not close your eyes as well. Ava is Gideon's real sister, and I'm hoping that her connection will not become a reason for her to turn her back on us,” I explained to James. I shouldn't be telling him about this because I know him, but he was once betrayed by one of his trusted personnel that led him to death. It's not impossible that this will happen again, and that's what I don't want to allow.