Spy On Sister 소설 & 이야기

Lydia was wearing a slinky lace camisole, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. "Harvey... my water heater broke. Do you mind if I shower at your place?" Harvey caught a familiar scent. He remembered now. That night he'd been drugged—this was exactly what he'd smelled. "Harvey?" When he didn't answer, Lydia smiled and stepped closer. The thin straps of her camisole slid down her shoulders. The next second, Harvey grabbed the nearest vase and brought it down on her.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

“Why did you push her?” “What?” I stared at her, completely caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “What do you mean? I didn’t push her—” “What’s going on?” Alpha Bastian’s voice cut through the confusion, causing me to turn. When he saw my sister on the ground, he rushed to her side, brushing past me like I was invisible. “Rosalia, what happened?” “The surrogate pushed her,” Melissa said, and I felt my stomach drop. The Alpha didn’t hesitate. He scooped up my sister in his arms, carrying her bridal style. I waited for Rosalia to say something, to deny what her maid said, but she just looked at me. Then she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

“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’

"Is Coby manipulating you? Is he making you say these things?" Vivian yanked her hand away, her expression twisted with disdain. "Stop acting so dumb already," she spat. "I'm not being manipulated. Coby loves me. He’s announced me as his chosen Luna." “What?” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Coby and Vivian? I stumbled back, the truth crashing down on me with brutal force. "Vivian, you're my sister," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You can't betray me like this."

With those skills, it could only have been a man. I looked at my sister, unsure if she was lying or if the murderers who attacked us were different people. I did not think she was lying though. After all, she had no reason to lie. Therefore, it must mean that the murderer was a different person. Mom tapped Dad’s hand, smiling. "Alright, let’s stop with the interrogations. Selene is finally back and there’s no rush to catch the murderer. Let’s all have a good meal together. I’ll go cook.”

They stopped at the sight—me trembling at the corner of the room, and Dylan standing frozen in front of me. I could almost hear the unspoken thoughts in their minds. They suspected something was wrong, maybe something inappropriate. If I didn’t explain, Dylan’s reputation could be destroyed right there. So, I forced myself to speak, my voice shaky but clear enough. “It… it was a dream,” I said quickly, my eyes darting nervously around the room. “My sister’s husband came to me asking for a celebration. Dylan wasn’t doing anything to me, believe me. It was just… a dream.”

Don’t you want a real man tonight? I thought I saw Isabella smirk – which put me even more on alert. She loved to play with men, but this one was different. — We’re leaving, I declared, grabbing my sister’s wrist to pull her away. But he grabbed my arm tightly. — In a hurry, baby? My heart raced. His gaze was different now: darker, more threatening. Isabella frowned, realizing this was no longer a game. — Let her go. He burst out laughing. — Oh, big sister wants to play the protector?

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!