The Landlord's Sister Novels & Stories

The bitter taste of injustice filled her mouth. And yet, as if the universe wanted to punish her further, her landlord appeared at her gate, face twisted with anger. “Amara! You owe me two months’ rent! If you don’t pay before tomorrow morning, I’m throwing you and your brother out!” he bellowed. Her chest tightened painfully. “My brother is sick… please—” she began, her voice barely audible over the pouring rain. “No excuses!” he snapped, storming off before she could say another word.

He handed me the file again. I took it, flipping it open without much interest, but my eyes caught something this time, a name. My gaze paused just for a second. The landlord’s name printed neatly at the top of the document felt… familiar, too familiar. My brows furrowed slightly. "Your sister owns this place, right?" I asked, my tone casual, but my eyes still on the paper. "Yes, sir," he replied. "She handles most of the properties here." I nodded slowly, but my mind wasn’t on his answer anymore.

"You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!" I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how radiant I was. I said coldly, "Regret? Why would I regret it? "Andon, know your place. I'm your sister-in-law now, and if you keep being rude, I'll tell your older brother so that he can teach you how to behave." Andon was rendered speechless. He could not do anything except lower his voice and say threateningly, "Do you think you have an advantage over me because you're with Seth?

The owner of the house didn't kick them out because of the fear of Brizio and also because they were giving the rent properly. A year before her sister went missing, she had heard how he had started to go where she was working as a waitress. She was thankful to the owner of the café Lola who hasn't fired her sister despite the decrease in the rate of customers. Her sister was both grateful and stressed because of this. Then one day she decided that she would quit her job here and went to the neighbor city. The day after her sister was gone Lola visited her. Only then she came to know how her sister had gone away without telling her anything and leaving only a letter behind.

You can go back once Amy has given birth and recovered from the pregnancy. "You're her older sister. It's your job to take good care of her. If anything happens to her, it's completely your fault!" Clearly, Mom expected me to be Amy's housekeeper, caregiver, and maid. Naturally, I refused to comply with such an unreasonable demand. However, they ignored what I said and broke into my rented apartment, forcefully moving in with me. That period of my life was spent in a complete mental and emotional breakdown. I even thought about dying.

She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

Compared to your sister, you're just a jerk. Even if they had met before, he wouldn't like to be with someone like her. They are far apart from each other. He's heaven and she's earth, as corny as that sounds. Her sister is also on Earth, just pretending to be in the clouds. Imagine, mentioning that they have a farm that has gone bankrupt. Their father is the only one who has a farm and his sister has only set foot there once because that farm is not their father's either. It was their father's family property.

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

Lisa looked up at Mr. Lombardi, refusing to show any sign of fear. “What the hell do you want? Where is my sister?” He laughed, a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You stupid little girl, you should have listened the first time. And as for your little brat of a sister—she’s fine… for now.” He stepped closer.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.