The Romanov Sisters Book Novels & Stories

That alone could have been tolerable, but these two were both greedy and foolish. Mom kept a lover on the side, and Jessica went around bragging that everything Richard owned would one day be hers. It did not take long for her words to reach Richard. Anyone would be uncomfortable knowing someone was eyeing their fortune before they were even dead. Since none of us were his biological children, there was no real bond. He brought his nephew in to train as an heir and kicked both Mom and Jessica out. In this life, Mom still got kicked out, but Richard did not make me leave.

In the luxurious bedroom of the Kovalenko mansion, Natália threw pieces of clothing into the suitcase with quick, almost furious movements. The zipper scraped against the silence, interrupted only by the muffled sound of her short breathing. She had been kicked out of her own home with a simple and direct message: “The Kovalenko clan has a new agreement with the Ruriks. Take your stain of betrayal far away from us.” The phone on speaker was on the dresser, from where the cold and bitter voice of Ksenia Romanov, one of Yelena’s sisters, echoed through the room.

So, Roman became Alexander’s informant, a trusted source within his circle, while still ensuring that Alexander remained in the dark about his true identity. A delicate balancing act, but one that Roman had managed perfectly so far. “She’s not going to stop until she gets her answers,” he said. I smirked faintly, leaning back in my chair once again. “She won’t. She is a William, after all. She is my little sister.” “What will happen if she doesn’t stop? What will you do?” Roman asked, “And not only that, Alexander Hastings is clearly interested in her. Add the Davis family to the mix… it’s only a matter of time before everyone knows.”

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

"Apparently Roman isn't going to bother introducing us. I'm MaryAnn, his sister-in-law, and the two hellions that ran past are my boys. The taller one is Jacob, and the other is Logan." "Sofia." I take hold of her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Dozens of questions swirl through my head. I glance at Roman and find his eyes already on me. A strange guardedness I've seen countless times before lurks in them. The boys run back down the aisle and hurtle their small bodies at their uncle. Roman scoops them up into his arms with practiced ease, shaking them until they shriek with uncontrollable laughter. His discomfort dissolves, and his guard drops as he focuses on his nephews with a joyful

By Monday, "Living as a billionaire" will get marked as "completed." But I have scanned through all of the comments and reviews. I remember telling my sister that "Living as a billionaire," will be the end of Rome and Catherine's story. But you guys have given me a change of mind, and right now, I can't tell you all that there is a solid idea for book three because my brain is focused on another novel I'm writing which is not in the same genre as, "Living as a billionaire."

“What is it? Do you have a boyfriend, Liv? Don’t tell me it’s that guy earlier.” Olivia widened her eyes at her siblings. “Shh! Don’t say things like that.” Alva even chuckled softly. “I think it’s true. I saw Sister Olivia panic a bit when she bumped into that man.” Olivia let out a long sigh, not wanting to respond. “Enough, you guys are too noisy. Let’s go to the bookstore instead. Better than gossiping about nonsense.” Elena, who was walking a few steps ahead, turned her head slightly, her brows raised. She watched her children’s behavior, especially Olivia, who seemed flustered. But Elena chose to stay silent, only smiling faintly before continuing her steps.

If the riches of Ginevra's parents and Romano's parents came together, then it would be an empire to challenge the Baccia, that would be a problem they needed to stop. Her long, flowery summer dresses, her long, flowing hair. All this to give their virginity only after they were married, but the same did not happen with Gabriela, Ginevra's sister, Alice, Beatriz and Emma, each in order, respective sisters of each of those interested in Romano, young heiresses of rival families , in which they secretly, they say, lied to their families, but took turns secretly having sex with the man in question.