Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

Although I barely exerted any force, Aaron suddenly grabbed his wrist and began screaming in pain. Iris immediately panicked and shoved me aside. She didn't spare me a single glance, even when her sharp nails left long scratches along my arm. "I just wanted to take a look. Why did you have to squeeze my wrist so hard?" Aaron whined. Iris' heart ached terribly. She turned on me and shouted, "You crossed the line, Jasper!" I barked out a bitter laugh as I held my arm. The outcome was always the same. Iris would always unconditionally take Aaron's side as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.” Wendy saw that her lies had been exposed, so she grabbed me and whispered, “Ruby, if you refuse to give me anything today, we’ll stay here and haunt you forever. “After that, you’

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

I look down at her. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Dean, I miss you, a lot. And it feels wrong to considering that you quickly moved on with my sister. But it shouldn't. I loved you, Dean. Now everyone's looking at me like I've been the idiot the whole time. It's totally ruined my reputation!" She lets out.

My mother no longer held back. "She... she took out a loan with her nude photos and videos as collateral. They threatened to post her photos online and even show them to your brother-in-law if she didn't pay them back. You know your sister is a mother, and her child is only four years old. The child can't lose her father. Besides, your sister can't live without your brother-in-law." I immediately understood. The last sentence was the key point.

The left earphone is dangling, swinging like a pendulum. "So-so." The test was not hard but not exactly a walk in the park either. "Says the girl who is going to bag an A." I roll my eyes. "Maybe not this time." "How did you find my house?" She unplugs the earphones from her phone and throws it on her bed. "My sister used to date your brother," I remind her. "What is wrong with you? Why didn't you come?" "A bad case of diarrhoea," she says, somber. "Started since yesterday."

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"