We are sisters

We are sisters

Apple berry

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She is Ruby on the outside. The face they see. The name they know. The one who smiles and pretends everything is fine. But beneath her skin lies a fractured world - three sisters born of trauma, each with their own truth, their own fire... and their own secrets. > Jade, cold and calculating, exists to protect them all - even if it means hurting others. Pearl, gentle and naive, is the memory of a childhood stolen too soon. Onyx, wild and seductive, craves chaos, power, and revenge. Together, they live within Ruby... and together, they are hunted. When a ruthless man from their buried past begins to close in - a man who knows what broke them and wants to use it against them - the sisters are forced into a deadly game of survival. But in the darkness, Ruby finds something unexpected: love. A man who doesn't just see her... but sees them. As the lines blur between loyalty and betrayal, sanity and madness, Ruby must embrace every part of who she is - even the ones she fears - to uncover the truth. But how do you run from danger when it lives inside you? And how do you fall in love... when not all of you agree? In a world where identity is a weapon and trust is a lie, only one rule remains: Protect the sisters. At all costs.

Chapter 1 The collision

The rain hit the windshield like shattered glass-hard, wild, relentless. Drace Vellion barely blinked. He was numb. The whiskey burned in his veins, but not enough to erase the ghosts clawing at his mind. The city blurred past his window, neon lights bleeding into the shadows like wounds refusing to close.

He shouldn't have been driving.

But he needed to escape.

He needed silence.

And then-

a scream.

A body.

A loud, sickening thud.

His foot slammed on the brakes, tires screeching on wet asphalt. The world lurched into stillness, except for his own heartbeat pounding like a war drum in his ears.

Drace stumbled out of the car, drenched in guilt and rain. His heart dropped when he saw her - a girl, limp on the pavement, her dark hair tangled in blood and water. Pale skin. Cracked lips. Eyes barely open. She looked fragile, like she didn't belong in the filthy violence of the night.

But there was something else... Her eyes. For a second, they flickered - like someone else was staring out at him. Someone not afraid. Someone... cold.

And then, she passed out.

Later... At the Hospital

Drace sat in the emergency room, hands shaking. He'd turned himself in. Called the ambulance. The guilt gnawed at him - not because he feared the consequences, but because something in that girl shook him to his core.

He found out her name: Ruby Elgrave. No family on record. No emergency contacts. No job. Nothing. Just a girl with too many bruises and a strange, almost haunted stillness about her.

The doctor mentioned something odd.

"She's talking to herself in different voices. Saying different names. It's... unusual."

Drace couldn't explain it, but he didn't leave.

He stayed. Watched her through the glass. Waited.

And inside Ruby's mind, behind the bandages and silence...

The sisters had awoken.

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