The Silent Sister Synopsis Novels & Stories

It kept speaking. “He left after arguing. I cried all night. I will raise the second child alone. No one must know.” Olivia put the book down and covered her face. Jessica. Her enemy. Her rival. The woman who hated her. The woman whose soul tried to devour Ethan. The Widow’s chosen host. Her sister. A sister none of them knew existed. Her blood. Her flesh. Her mirror. She whispered it out loud because silence made it worse, “She’s my sister.” The words felt wrong in her mouth. Sharp. Poisonous.

"He thought he could keep the power of Thorne to himself. He thought he could protect the legacy by staying silent. But he forgot one thing. He forgot he had a sister." Iris felt a wave of horror wash over her. Every moment of the last few weeks—the dinner parties, the conversations, the clues she had found—had all been a play. Silas had led her exactly where he wanted her to go. He had used her love for her brother to walk her right into his hands. "I didn't hire a researcher, Iris," Silas said, his voice dropping to a dark, sharp edge. "I hired a key."

I tell her one evening, when the garage has gone quiet and Piper's asleep in the room Renata gave her and Renata herself is somewhere out back doing whatever Renata does with an engine that doesn't run anymore. "What thing." "The thing where you watch the road instead of whatever's actually in front of you." She doesn't answer right away. She's cleaning a wrench that doesn't need cleaning, turning it over in her hands like the motion itself is doing some work the silence can't. "I had a sister," she says, eventually, and it comes out so plainly, so without ceremony, that it takes me a second to understand she's actually telling me something instead of deflecting. "Younger. Not by much. Two y

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

In a different room. A different life. A speaker made a crackling noise. Static filled the silence. Then a voice. Calm. Deep. One she knew. “You took your time.” Seraphina made a small, broken sound. Silas looked at them. “Who is that?” Neither sister answered. They stared at the screen like kids who opened a door they were told never to touch. The voice kept going. Gentle. Almost like he was smiling. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back here on your own.”

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

I wrote. “Yeah,” Ronan answered. “Your mother, Kara, was a scout I was training. She was good, too.” “She was my sister,” Tracy said. “I told you that already. I was the oldest; I was supposed to look after her after our parents died.” I reached over and took her hand in mine. Tracy was a stranger, but I felt like I knew her, or my wolf did. “And my father?” I wrote, “How did she meet him? Did you know him, too?”

The sweet air was shattered by a recording and photos that no one expected, splashing across the screen for all to see. Whispers and gasps swirled around me, growing louder by the second. "The Wallace family sure knows how to put on a spectacle!" "He's marrying his brother's widow?" "Doesn't Emily see what's happening?" "Perhaps they've joined forces to kill Jeffrey so that there's more inheritance to go around." Chaos reigned on the stage. Emily's screams pierced the air, begging for the screen to be shut off, her earlier joy wiped away in an instant. Margaret, catching sight of the screen's contents, collapsed. This time, it was not for show.

'He won't touch her,' I replied firmly. 'But she will, just to spite us,' he scoffed. Hayes was right. My mate would do anything to spite us. She had us by the balls, and she knew it well. I glanced back at my mate, and she was hugging my sister. The two were talking animatedly, smiling brightly at each other. "Does the beta's sister have a mate?" Morgan inquired. I felt Silvina link her arm to me, but I withdrew from her touch. She pouted, her gaze flickering to Ruby for a split second, a flash of jealousy appearing on her face, but only briefly.

I picked at my food, too aware of the stares to have much appetite. Just as I was thinking the evening couldn't get more uncomfortable, the dining hall doors swung open to admit a striking woman with dark hair and Silas's deep brown eyes. Alisa Morrigan—Silas's younger sister, and from the tight set of her jaw as she spotted me, not my biggest fan. She strode directly to our table, ignoring the whispers that followed her. "Brother," she greeted Silas coldly, then turned her icy gaze on me. "I see the rumors are true."