The Devil's Sister

The Devil's Sister

Gavin

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My name is Jocelyn Clark, or it was. Five years ago, my husband, Ethan, sent me away, pregnant and alone, to a forgotten town. He was obsessed with my sister, Nicole, convinced she was a fragile angel, but she was a viper. He abandoned me, and then she had me killed. Now, Nicole's heart is failing, and Ethan's desperate search for a compatible donor leads him back to the dilapidated house where he sent me to die. He calls, only to have a small, trembling voice answer, "My mom? She passed away. A long time ago." He dismisses it as a game, storms to the town, and demands to find me, refusing to believe Barney, the old sheriff, who tells him the truth: "Jocelyn is dead. She' s been dead for five years." Ethan' s arrogance blinds him; he sees conspiracy where there is only tragedy. He refuses to accept my death or the existence of our son, Matthew, whom he dismisses as a "bastard" and threatens to harm. His cruel intent escalates until his men dangle our terrified son from a rooftop, a brutal ultimatum for me to reveal myself. Just as Matthew falls, the DNA report arrives: "He' s your son!" Simultaneously, word comes: "We found the grave... Jocelyn Clark." The horrifying truth about my death and our child's paternity crashes down, shattering Ethan' s world. He thought he was seeking a donor, a wife, but he was condemning his own son.

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My name is Jocelyn Clark, or it was.

Five years ago, my husband, Ethan, sent me away, pregnant and alone, to a forgotten town.

He was obsessed with my sister, Nicole, convinced she was a fragile angel, but she was a viper.

He abandoned me, and then she had me killed.

Now, Nicole's heart is failing, and Ethan's desperate search for a compatible donor leads him back to the dilapidated house where he sent me to die.

He calls, only to have a small, trembling voice answer, "My mom? She passed away. A long time ago."

He dismisses it as a game, storms to the town, and demands to find me, refusing to believe Barney, the old sheriff, who tells him the truth: "Jocelyn is dead. She' s been dead for five years."

Ethan' s arrogance blinds him; he sees conspiracy where there is only tragedy.

He refuses to accept my death or the existence of our son, Matthew, whom he dismisses as a "bastard" and threatens to harm.

His cruel intent escalates until his men dangle our terrified son from a rooftop, a brutal ultimatum for me to reveal myself.

Just as Matthew falls, the DNA report arrives: "He' s your son!"

Simultaneously, word comes: "We found the grave... Jocelyn Clark."

The horrifying truth about my death and our child's paternity crashes down, shattering Ethan' s world.

He thought he was seeking a donor, a wife, but he was condemning his own son.

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