Sister Scandal Novels & Stories

"If she had truly admitted it when she was caught, then we could have made use of that to lessen the humiliation she brought on herself, but she dared deny it." "She even threatened to kill the man in the presence of countless media. Before I could mediate, the videos had been released." "Now, we have to think of ways to minimize this loss, or things will really be terrible for your sister." Scarlet scoffed inwardly. Fortunately, she was here today. In the original host's memory of the real plot, the third sister didn't stop after exposing the original host's scandal. She knew the king would try everything to help her. Scarlet hadn't planned to stop at only exposing the scandal either. She w

Annoying as hell but somehow always managing to lift my mood. “F*ckers,” I muttered, taking another swig. I had just gotten back yesterday and immediately set up a meeting with Selene Arnaiz. I was ready to walk away from my brother’s messy love life, but my investigation led me to her. She set up that scandal—paid someone to take photos of them and upload them online. I was right about her all along. That woman is walking trouble. But of course, my dumbass brother let his d*ck lead the way.

I wondered who she was referring to . "Sarah, it's not what it looks like," I shook my head, really not knowing what I was supposed to say at this point. Her eyes moved to the television for a split second and she buried her face in her hands, "you were seriously watching a porno movie, Jennifer I don't care if he was with any other woman, but you're my goddamn sister! I really wanted to think it was nothing more than a lie, Jen.. Jeni.." she didn't bother to say more just burst out of the room crying.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Clause's POV I didn’t cry at my sister’s funeral. I was too focused on the man she left behind. Everyone thought I was numb with grief. I didn’t correct them. I let them believe the silence, the blank stares, and the occasional slow blink were symptoms of loss. I even nodded when someone squeezed my shoulder, whispered, “She was so full of life,” or “She loved you both so much.” But the truth was ugly. Buried. Shameful. Because deep inside, I wasn’t grieving her, I was obsessing over him. Gary. Her husband. The man I had secretly wanted since the moment I realized I could want.

"Elodie .. Élodie, Samuel wants to abuse me. » "No, but stop what you say Isabelle," I say everything confused. "What's going on here!" Elodie yelled while I still had my tense tail. She had quickly arrived at the kitchen when she heard the howls of her sister "No that's not what you think Elodie, that's not it .." I had the ball in the stomach. I was trapped. I did not know to Isabelle would go so far as to create such a scandal because I had broken with her.

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

he says. "Nothing." "Then what are you—" He stops. His hands curl into fists at his sides. "Your mother called." It is not a question, I nod anyway. "My sister, Sailyn is gone," I say. "She was kidnapped. They needed someone to stand in her place to play Luna and to keep the pack from falling apart while they figure out what happened." He stares at me. His jaw works like he is trying to find the right words and coming up empty.

“You’re confusing White family scandals with Sun family affairs.” A deliberate pause. “Amber was never engaged to my brother. That was a rumor fabricated for leverage.” His eyes darkened. “And if you’re implying otherwise, I suggest you choose your next words wisely.” Anton’s smirk faltered. Behind me, I felt Alison shift closer. Closer to me. And that small movement did not go unnoticed. Nicole—still teary-eyed—looked between Anton and Jason, calculating. The balance of power had just shifted. And everyone knew it.

Danger was brought to this family by people who are now in federal custody, by a criminal network that has been fully dismantled, and by choices that were made long before Irina Sabalenka ever walked through our door. My brother chose her. Not because he was vulnerable or manipulated or anything else people are currently suggesting from the comfort of their own safe, unbothered lives. Because she is remarkable and he is not an idiot. I was not kind to Irina when she first came to this house. I want to be honest about that because honesty is apparently what today requires. I was hostile and I was wrong and she handled it with more grace than I deserved. She is my sister. She is carrying my ni