Elder Sister Like One Romane & Geschichten

My mother-in-law was somehow allergic to me. As long as I was in the house, her skin would break out in rashes, and she would struggle to breathe. The hospital could not find any specific allergen. They said it might be something to do with my scent. To give his mother some relief, my husband Keith asked me to stay in a hotel every weekend. I quietly packed away everything that was mine. I even stopped wearing my favorite perfume just so I could stay home for one extra day. However, her condition only grew worse. The days I was allowed to be home dropped from five days a week to three, and eventually to just one. I never complained. I only hoped she would get better soon. One day, I left work early to pick up a document from home. I heard laughter from inside the house. "Mom, your trick really works! Every time you cough, my brother kicks that woman out." It was Keith's god-sister Caroline, who had studied abroad. My mother-in-law laughed smugly. "Caroline, you're the best. You can cook, and you give great massages. You're nothing like that useless block of wood who's always in the way. "Keith, hurry up and marry Caroline already. Get rid of that woman!" Keith's voice was full of indulgence. "Mom, don't say things like that. Caroline, look at the perfume I bought you. You've worked hard lately." All strength left my body as I stood frozen at the door.

Because of what I witnessed the night before my wedding that really broke my heart. I decided to push my plan of seducing Frederik Wilford for my sister to taste my sweetest revenge for making me feel worthless and unwanted.

On our fourth wedding anniversary, I waited at home in vain. Ethan set off fireworks across the entire city for his first love. I was burned by the sparks and ended up in the hospital. Seeing my blackened wounds, he shielded his first love from the doorway and said coldly, "Don't look. It's disgusting." After returning home, I found lace lingerie in the washing machine on the balcony. I calmly took it out, folded it, and placed it on the living room table. Closing the lid, I booked a flight to London.

"A tortured love story tangled in betrayal, generational secrets, and the haunting pull of the past. Yvette, a woman marked by tragedy, finds herself drawn to Tristan—a man with shadows of his own. When an invisible network begins targeting her gifted younger sister, Yvette is forced into a war she never asked for. With each buried truth revealed, love becomes as dangerous as the silence trying to consume them all."

Bria Barbara was arranged for a marriage to a Mafia Boss named Theodore Williams. Bria visited her hidden twin sister, Briana Barbara,  who chose to live a normal life instead of being part of the chaotic Mafia world.  In a blink of an eye, Bria Barbara was killed. In her last breath, she asked Briana to avenge her and mentioned the clan of the Williams that made Briana to conclude that the culprit behind her twin's death was in the clan of the Williams.  As Bria's death was concealed, Briana Barbara stepped in and married Theodore Williams, pretending to be Bria Barbara. As Briana marries Theodore, her hunts begin to catch the one who killed her sister.  But then, what would happen if an unplanned thing became a barrier to her revenge? What would Briana do if she ended up falling for Theodore Williams?  “Watch me avenge her death,” Briana Barbara, her twin sister. 

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

Arwen was never supposed to be here. Her sister was the beautiful and confident one.
The one promised to billionaire tycoon Caelum Ravencroft. But days before her wedding to billionaire CEO Caelum Ravencroft, the perfect Isolde disappears. To save their family from ruin, her quiet, overlooked sister Arwen is pushed into her place. Caelum is powerful, distant, and used to getting exactly what he wants. He expects a polished bride who fits his world. What he gets instead is Arwen-quiet, thoughtful, an artist who hides her dreams and her pain behind polite smiles. He doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t trust him. But living under the same roof, pretending to be husband and wife, cracks something open neither of them planned. Then a message shatters everything: Don’t trust her. When Arwen’s secret is exposed, she’s thrown out with nothing but heartbreak — and a truth that could change everything. Because while Caelum believed she was lying to him, he never saw the real danger closing in. Now his enemies are circling and his empire is burning. The only woman who can save him is the one he lost. But… She’s already gone. And she’s carrying his heir.

Sasha Smith is the owner of an exclusive dance club catering to the rich and arrogant. When one of her favorite customers and close friends is missing from his regular spot at the bar, she goes in search of him. Finding him very ill, lonely and at risk, she agrees to move in with him temporarily until he's feeling better. When Rin Allegretti, Italian mafia Don, finds out his grandfather has an exotic dancer living in his house, he rallies his family to the family home to thwart whatever the gold-digging girl's plans might be for his grandfather. Rin finds himself drawn to the younger woman and wanting to protect her from the harshness of the family he himself dropped on her. Sasha finds herself in the midst of family drama, under scrutiny of an attractive older man and falling in over her head. She herself comes from a similar family and she knows the dangers of tangling with a boss, especially one of a rival family. She knows once he realizes who her family are, there will be hell to pay. Rin wants only to protect the little dancer and to keep her safe, even if it means, opening his heart up for the very first time. Can he convince her he’s not the monster mobster she believes him to be?

In the fifth year of my marriage to Cyrus Shields, I fell ill. Sparing no cost, he said that he would find the most compatible donor for me. A week before the surgery, I was knocked out by medication. When I woke up, I touched my hair only to feel a smooth, bare scalp. Florence Grant stood there holding a pair of clippers, her eyes gleaming gleefully. She said, "Gayle, since you're about to have surgery anyway, I thought I'd help shave it off for you." But a bone marrow transplant never required shaving one's head. "Who told you you could do that? That was my hair!" I roared, trembling with rage. Cyrus pushed the door and entered at that moment, saying, "Florence is still young. She's just a little bit mischievous. Gayle, don't make such a huge fuss over it." He paused and looked at me with a complicated gaze before saying, "Besides, she's the one donating her bone marrow to you."

My boyfriend has depression. To help cure him, I pass on the opportunity for a recital abroad. Instead, I accept commercial gigs so I can rake in the cash. After one performance, I see my boyfriend holding hands with a woman who looks like me in a private room. He wears a sharp suit and smiles so brightly that he doesn't even look ill. The people around him cheer and tease him. "You really are different with your true love back in the country. When are you two going to make things official?" "I heard you'd been dating another woman for seven years, though. Do you love her?" Charles Foster smiles indifferently. "I was just having some fun with her. Only an idiot like her would take me seriously." I sob with devastation while hiding behind a door. Suddenly, I feel like a fool for spending seven years with him. I call my mentor, who suggested that I take part in the international piano competition. "I will take part in the competition."