The Schuyler Sister Hamilton Novels & Stories

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

I'm afraid I can't continue pretending not to know him if this continues. "President Zachary, what are you guys doing here?" Mrs. Hamilton suddenly showed up and saw them pulling each other. She asked, puzzled. Sharon retrieved her hand when Simon was not paying attention and walked hurriedly to the front of Mrs. Hamilton, saying, "I'm very sorry. I have to go find my brother." Then, she immediately left the scene. She was also anxious like she was hiding something. "Sigh…" Mrs. Hamilton was not fast enough to stop her. Seeing that Simon wanted to leave as well, she immediately stopped him.

” Kira gave a bitter smile, “Axel, can you be more like Ethan? More peaceful and loving?” “No way! Ethan is peaceful because he let go of his struggles.” Axel angrily adjusted his tie, “Anyway, I won’t let it go! They can mess with me, but if they mess with my sister, the Anderson group will always be in my sight!” Kira, with Ethan on her left and Axel on her right, the three siblings walked into their long-missed home laughing. Meanwhile, William Hamilton, the chairman of the Hamilton Group, was pacing around his study with a joyful expression on his stern face when he heard his daughter had returned.

She's about to take photos and share them on I*******m. I think it's time for my sister to find a boyfriend and give Aiden some space. I'm not against their friendship. I just don't like how I feel seeing them together lately. This is a new feeling for me, as I've never felt this way since they became friends in high school. Is it because I am down so bad for Aiden Blacksmith now? I can't bear to see him with another woman, not even my sister. My heart skips a beat as Sarah raises her head. Our eyes meet!

It was even softer than a woman’s. “I’m talking about you, vixen. Don’t be too smug. I’d like to see just how long you and your half-dead sister can live.” Irene was so furious that her whole body trembled. What sort of bad luck did she have? Why did she have to run into the accursed illegitimate son? “Don’t go off thinking I don’t know what you’re thinking about. You want to use the Hamilton family’s connections to enter the entertainment industry, right? You’re going to end up not even knowing how you died.” "Miss Hamilton, Cosmo is an artist contracted under SN. There is no need for him to try and be friendly with you Hamiltons."

"It is, isn't it? I'd almost forgotten how impressive it is." As the car pulled up to the front of the house, I saw an elderly woman standing on the steps, her silver hair pulled back in a neat bun, her posture ramrod straight despite her apparent age. "Who's that?" I asked Christian in a low voice as we exited the car. "That," Christian said, a note of respect in his voice, "is my great-aunt Agatha. Edward's sister. The current matriarch of the Hamilton clan." Before I could respond, Agatha was descending the steps, her keen eyes taking in every detail of our little family.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

“They are real. Paid for in blood.” The conductor’s sagging cheeks wobbled as he opened his mouth, then closed it, and motioned to Andrei and Svetlana to stand aside. The two Patrolmen hefted their torches but did nothing else as the conductor turned his attention to the twin sisters, still huddling in the berth. “Down,” he yelled. They obeyed. Now Svetlana saw how frail they both were. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow them away. They stood up unsteadily, holding on to each other for support.

Immediately, Skylar looked up, her eyes roaming around to see if she had been hallucinating the scent because she was sad at the moment. “Mr. Hamilton,” Skylar's heart skipped in shock as soon as she saw him approaching her when she turned her head to the right, “What… what… are you doing here?” She stuttered and rose instantly, as she kept the file that was with her behind her immediately, her hand trembling. Without hesitation, he went to her, his presence commanding and yet filled with some feeling of tenderness, “Skylar,” his hooded voice called to her. “Mr. Hamilton,” she called again, still in shock. She didn't remember telling him that she wanted him to come when he grilled her to tel