Romans & histoires Sisters Of House Black

Patricia's vicious voice filled the silence: "Unlike that brat Sarah! Couldn't even keep her own child... She's just as stupid as her real mother! Born with cheap blood, she deserves it!" Gasps rippled through the crowd. Emily's face went paper white. Emily's curious voice: "Mom, you've always said Sarah doesn't seem like Mitchell family... she's really not your biological daughter?" The guests leaned forward, straining to hear every word. This was better than any soap opera. Patricia's hate-filled voice: "Her? Back then I was the most capable maid to Duchess Victoria Sterling! That perfect bitch, with her good breeding and beauty, had all those men bewitched, even the man I loved!"

The kind that comes from seeing too many families shattered. Alexa sat at the metal table. She hadn’t moved in forty-seven minutes. Not since they brought her here from the morgue, still wearing the same clothes she'd worn for fourteen hours of travel. Her duffel bag sits on the floor beside her chair, unzipped, Alice's sweatshirt visible at the top. "She has visible marks on her wrists," Detective Cross says, stepping into the room. She closes the door behind her, a gesture of privacy that feels almost kind. "Which means she did try to struggle. Your sister was murdered."

Not softer. If anything, Ivy Ellis was holding herself together with everything in her, and it showed in the smallest ways. The tension in her shoulders. The careful way she chose her words. The fire in her eyes that refused to dim, even now. Especially now. I liked it. I had no use for someone who would crumble under pressure. “You’ve exhausted your options,” I said calmly. “Your previous partners have withdrawn. Your creditors are preparing to move. And within the next seventy-two hours, your company’s financial state will become public knowledge.”

I was momentarily stunned before I asked, "Does Celine have loose screws in her head? Why does she keep wanting to steal my boyfriends? "She already stole Jeffrey from me, even though he was just a piece of trash. Now, she wants Gabriel even though we're about to get engaged. Is she addicted to being the mistress?" Mom slapped me the moment the words left my lips. "How dare you speak about Celine that way! She's your sister! Besides, I wanted to introduce Gabriel to Celine from the very start, which makes you the mistress in this case, since you stole him from her." My cheek stung terribly. The slap had also extinguished the last bit of love I had for her.

With only fifteen dollars left on my card, I had politely turned her down. She hung up rudely on the spot, and my mom immediately called to scold me. “Your sister rarely asks you for anything. Can’t you just help her out? We’re family. How could you be so heartless?” What about me? I also wanted a property in Tomson Pinnacle. Earlier, I had cautiously brought up wanting to borrow some money for a downpayment. Guess what my mum said? “What does a girl need to buy a house for? When you get married, your husband will take care of that.

Mack Black was so angry that he yanked Lisa's arm, pulled her up forcefully, and threw her down. Lisa fell on her face to the ground. Her palms hit hard on the ground and her delicate skin peeled off instantly. Blood drip down from the wound. Anna Green was enraged to see this. She instantly picked Lisa up and cast a murderous look at Mack Black, "What are you doing? Do you forget that she is your sister-in-law?" Mack Black snorted and despised, "I wish I could forget that. But the reality is so cruel. Whenever I look at my brother I recall her cheating. I can't forget anything and I hate her. She is the stigma of our family."

The warmth of her energy caught me off guard, so different from the polished coldness of elite socialites. She had the same easygoing charm as Jay. Warm, disarming, and impossible not to like. Are you sure Liam wasn't adopted? “I’m Sophia, by the way,” she said, walking ahead with a light bounce in her step. “Liam’s only sister. And the last child of the Black family.” I stopped in my tracks. “Wait… Liam has a sister?” She turned back and gave me a playful look. “Shocking, right?” “I just haven’t seen you in the media or anything.”

"You mean your witchy coven sisters that thought they could get away with killing a beta in my pack?! And kidnapping my wife, holding her ransom for the moonstone? Of course I killed them." She growled with barely suppressed anger and I sat stunned in the chair. Vera was linked to the witches that had wanted the moonstone before five fucking years ago. "You killed my sister, Black Saint. And you're going to pay for that." "I've told you I don't give two fucks about your coven sisters—" "Briggs!" she yelled, her blood red nails pointed at Nathan. "Briggs was my sister and you killed her!"

he stated curtly. The young woman shook her head furiously as she shouted, “No,” she stepped closer to him, “you don’t understand! My sister is supposed to be under your protection, she was on the run from Gabriel Black.” Dead cold silence chilled the entire room. Dmitri stepped closer to the girl and eyed her curiously. “Who are you?”