All Chapters of My Sister's Fiance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Are you all right, Gretta?"I smiled casually at Cammelia Jamesson, who was sitting in front of me, eating her lunch. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied, wiping away a speck of steak sauce that remained on my lips with a tissue."It's nice to see you well and healthy." She replied with a thick and classy British accent. As she always put out, she was polite and so organized and considerate that I restrained myself from replying rudely. That wouldn't be proper. So, not White Princess."Thank you, and how are you, mrs?" I asked.She smiled broadly. "I'm fine. Very happy, in fact, that we can finally meet again." She chuckled."I'm glad to hear that too."We spent the rest of the lunch punctuated by her conversation, mostly her talking about her vacation to the Maldives with all the extended family apart from Louis because his son was quite busy, and saying that I should have come along, but Louis told her that I was busy.I held back the image of what she would do when she found out that her

Nicholas was still in my bedroom, even after I went downstairs for breakfast. In the end, I gave him my homemade breakfast, which made him smile."I was wondering why you hadn't come home since earlier," I grumbled, looking at him eating breakfast on my couch like he wasn't worried that my parents were here, doing god knows what in Dad's office, Pascha and Carl in the living room talking, and Baron watching television with Gallena and Elena. That is, almost everyone was here, and he was acting like it was no big deal."I'm hungry. You have the heart to kick me out on a hungry stomach?" he squinted. "So cruel."I rolled my eyeballs, not buying his joke. It's a good thing there are no hidden cameras here. If there were, my parents would have sent me back to Moscow the second they saw Nicholas walk into my room a few months ago. I sat beside him, looking at him, who was almost finishing his meal quickly. I've seen it a few times. He has significant portions for a big man, mainly when he

Gallena's soft fingers squeezed one of my hands, bracing me from my side."What?" my mother's shocked voice was the first thing to come out after the tense silence. I turned to her, who was staring at her with annoyance and disbelief on her face. Anger came from her, but she was able to cover it up with a bitter smile and a fake snicker. While my father was silent, his face was full of shock. "I might have heard wrong."Louis' mother looked at her husband, who gave a small nod. "We think the engagement between Louis and Gretta should stop." Louis' father said with a heavy voice, he had his own etiquette. Not gentle like his wife, from what I've observed in the few times I've met him...Louis' father is strict and rigid like my father."This isn't right," my mom replied quickly, "Is something wrong? Did Gretta do something wrong? She's a little insubordinate and not interested in this engagement, but I'll make sure that she'll be good to Louis, and all of you." She gave me a subtle look

It's been almost three days since the chaos happened.Of course, my parents would give us punishment. Gal and I could only go out at a certain time, and all my digital equipment was withdrawn. So, I became a Rapunzel in this ugly castle. I've been cooped up since childhood until now, so it's nothing new and not surprising. But Gallena... needed to be more knowledgeable. Even though our guards were very strict and calculating back then, she could still do something out of the ordinary on her own. She could still escape or even walk around even if she would be caught by my bodyguards a few hours later. But now those bodyguards were standing guard in front of her room, even under the balcony of her, and there was CCTV installed in all corners of the house and some parts that were closed off. It was a sharp increase, and I wondered whether Nicholas could get Gallena to escape tomorrow.As for Gallena's condition, Aunt Irina confirmed that she would be fine. She had been by Gallena's side

A clock winds down. A glass tumbler with ice inside clinks. The air was thick with cigar smoke. Even from where he sat behind his desk, Brandon's disdain was palpable.I took a seat in front of him and propped my elbow on the arm of the armchair. I'm very sure he found it annoying that I sat there seeming bored, but that didn't stop me from doing it. I couldn't tell how long we sat in Brandon's office in silence while he puffed on a cigar, but something was brewing there that wasn't coming from me. Truth be told, I enjoyed the ambiance. The uncomfortable silence was something I could handle on my own.Basically, "You can't have her." The words pierced the stillness like a dagger."You can't have her." The words pierced the stillness like a dagger.Through the smoky haze, I was able to focus on Brandon. "I didn't say I wanted her."Sarcastically, he shook his head and grumbled. "Cut your bullshit. I'm sure Gretta is who you're after, but she's not in the table."What happened next mad