Novel & Cerita The World Without My Sister Who Everyone Loved Novel

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

The whole time, Zander stared at me with a strange look. I knew I'd need more than that, but I could always get new stuff. Somehow, in one corner of my mind, I concluded that I'd donate the rest of my things to goodwill. It didn't occur to me that I could always come back to take anything I needed, and that scared me. It meant I was coming to terms with this new life without even starting it. Walking down the stairs with Zander carrying all my essentials felt weird. Everywhere was silent. Not even our footsteps made any noise. I had already made peace with the silence in our home, but this felt different. It felt like something dark was looming.

There was nothing on the profile except that one video. I opened it again. The silver chain on Clara’s wrist caught the light, and the tears I had been holding back all the way home finally spilled over. New replies had appeared beneath it. 【The first time I met my sister’s fiancé, I hated him. I had been betrayed before, so I didn’t trust men at all.】 【But he really was good to my sister. She has a sensitive stomach, and he remembered everything she could and couldn’t eat.】

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

My mother, however, didn't even feel the least bit apologetic. She was mocking me. Insulting me. As if that would ease her sins. "She's always been the naughty brat. She tried to kill her sister because she couldn't let go of the past, and that got her killed instead." Everyone knew my mother loved my sister more than she loved me, and they knew how much I'd suffered, but they didn't want to get in trouble. Instead, they consoled my mother. They did not mean it, of course.

The knife in my hands shook as my hand dropped ever so slightly. “Whiskey?” Zelena called. I looked over at her, meeting her golden eyes with my own. My sister. My twin. The person I just tried to kill. And she was right there, looking back at me with a soft smile. That smile said more than any words ever could. She loves me, for just me. Not for some kind of power I could give her. Not for status or personal greed. Not because she wants anything from me. But because she is my sister. Pain radiated through my body. I’ve never had that before. That kind of unconditional love. At least not since I was ten years old and my father was killed. I’d forgotten what this felt like. It hurts. It hurts

she said, and I saw hate in her eyes. My sister doesn’t like a lot of things; she hates almost everything except herself and money. But now, now, looking at the hate in her eyes, it reminds me of something. It reminds me of the hate I have seen in Emma’s eyes throughout the years. The hate I saw in her eyes when she said that there are only two people in this world that she hates. I see that hate in my sister’s eyes, and now I know that there is more to the story.

I opened my mouth to say something, but just then, a water bottle came hurtling through the air, hitting me right on the head. Pain exploded through my head. It felt like my skull was splitting open, and blood gushed from my nose. Then I heard my brother, Nelson Locke's, furious voice. "Victoria Locke, you're a pathetic thief! You stole Felicia's championship! You pushed her before the competition—she only got second place because of you. Are you satisfied now?" I stared at him, stunned. I hadn't done any of that. I had no idea my adopted sister, Felicia Locke, had even been hurt. I opened my mouth to explain.

I'm the happiest girl in the world…] My hand started shaking. Was this the sister Ian claimed to feel insecure? Were her insecurities so bad that she needed what little money I had to buy a house? While she was bragging about her presents, which were worth millions, my sister had lost a chance at life because of this woman.

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali