All Chapters of My Sister hurtful betrayal: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The night was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on Clara’s chest like an iron weight. Outside her window the moon lingered, pale and watchful, its glow spilling through the curtains and washing her face with silver light. The quiet should have been comforting, but for Clara it was suffocating. It carried memories, whispers of broken promises, and the cruel echo of her sister’s betrayal. Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian. Adrian, the man she had loved with all her heart, the man who once looked at her like she was the only star in his night sky. He had let doubt creep into his heart. He had listened to Elianna’s venom instead of standing by her. He had pulled away when she need

The morning broke with a heavy stillness that seemed to settle over the estate like an omen. Clara awoke with a pounding in her chest, the letter still hidden beneath her pillow. She had not slept, not truly. Every sound had carried a threat, every shadow had looked like an intruder creeping closer.Her mind replayed the hushed voices she had overheard in the garden—the man’s dangerous promise, Elianna’s growing desperation. “Removed.” That one word echoed over and over in her thoughts like a hammer striking metal.Clara rose and dressed carefully. If her sister wanted her destroyed, then Clara would face her with composure. Fear could not be her companion now. She needed to understand Elianna’s full plan before she made her move. She needed Adrian to see the truth for himself.When she tied the last ribbon of her gown, she stood before the mirror. “You must be stronger than ever,” she whispered to her reflection. “This is not just about Adrian. This is about survival.”The Gathering

The sealed letter trembled faintly in Adrian’s hand as though it carried the weight of more than just ink on paper. His eyes moved across the words again, slower this time, his jaw tightening with each line. The air in the dining hall grew heavy, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath.Clara sat motionless, her heart pounding. She had not seen the letter before, but instinct told her that Elianna had something to do with it. She glanced at her sister and saw the slightest twitch in Elianna’s expression, a flicker of unease that she tried to mask with a sip of tea.Adrian lowered the paper slowly and looked between them. His voice, when it came, was sharp and cold. “This letter accuses Clara of mismanaging her estate, of funneling funds into secret accounts, of conspiring to defraud her own household.”Clara gasped, her hands flying to the table. “That is a lie!”Elianna’s expression remained calm, but her eyes gleamed with something dangerously close to satisfaction.

The manor was silent when Clara and Adrian returned from the forest. The grand corridors, usually filled with the quiet bustle of servants, seemed to echo with a heavy stillness. Adrian’s hand never left hers as he guided her inside, his expression sharp and unreadable.Clara’s body ached from the desperate flight through the woods, but her mind was aflame. The words Marcus had spoken haunted her. You cannot protect her forever. Sooner or later, the truth will bury her.Once inside, Adrian dismissed the servants with a terse command. He led Clara into the drawing room, closing the door behind them. The fire crackled, throwing long shadows across the walls.“Tell me everything,” he said firmly, his eyes locking on hers.Clara’s breath came shakily. She told him of the letter, of her fear that Adrian was in danger, of her choice to go alone. She described Marcus, his threats, his admission of partnership with Elianna, and the men who had tried to seize her.Adrian listened without inter

The journal felt heavy in Clara’s trembling hands, heavier than any weight she had ever carried. Every page inside held truths that could destroy Elianna’s carefully woven lies, truths that could expose Marcus’s schemes, truths that could change everything. Yet as she stood in the ruined chapel with Marcus’s piercing gaze locked on her and Elianna’s sharp voice echoing off the stone walls, she knew the book was also a death sentence.“Give it to me,” Elianna repeated, her tone silky but laced with venom. Her smile was poised, her eyes glittering with a dangerous light. “Do not make this harder than it has to be, Clara.”Clara’s fingers tightened around the journal. She could feel the cracked leather binding beneath her palm, the faint indentation of her mother’s handwriting pressing through the paper. Her mother had left these words as a guide, as a confession. Clara could not—would not—hand it over so easily.“Never,” Clara whispered, her voice breaking.Elianna’s expression sharpene