Cerita Pendek Plot Twists & Novel Devotion Family Emotions

At the coming-of-age tarot reading, my little sister drew the Empress. I drew the Hanged Man, the Sacrifice card, just like always. Mom and Dad raised their glasses of red wine, beaming. "Looks like even God knows your sister was born to be a Donna." Under the Lombardi family code, the Empress could claim one prize from the Sacrifice. My sister eyed the obsidian cross around my neck and suddenly smiled. "Helena, I want your engagement to the Ravelli family." The banquet hall went quiet. The old Don had arranged that engagement for me before he died. All these years, it was the only thing of mine my sister hadn't taken. Without thinking, I pressed a hand to my chest. But my mother immediately jammed the muzzle of her gun against my shoulder. "That brutal Don has never even met you. What's the harm in switching?" My father yanked the cross off my neck and pushed it across to my sister. "The Sacrifice exists to give everything for the Empress. "That's how you've lived since you were a kid. Don't break the family code now." My sister put on the cross and winked at me. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" I thought back to my childhood. She'd wanted my sidearm. She'd wanted my armored car. She'd even wanted my safe house. Every time, my parents said she deserved the best, and all I had to do was give it to her. I slowly looked down at the unread message on my phone. "In three days, a helicopter will be waiting for you on the roof." The sender: Don Ravelli. This time, I wasn't giving anything up. I was going to be the Donna who made the rules.

I finally managed to score a dream tutoring gig that paid an incredible $500 an hour. Nevertheless, looking at the family portrait sitting in my employer’s house, I saw my own supposedly honest, simple mother. In the photograph, she was leaning affectionately against a wealthy, tailor-suited sugar daddy, who was holding a 5 or 6-year-old boy in his arms. Her smile was even warmer and more tender than the day she sent me off to college. My mind went entirely blank. I whipped out my phone, ready to start a video call with my dad to catch her in the act. Suddenly, a rough hand firmly clamped down on mine. It was my mom. She dragged me into a blind spot out of sight, lowering her voice to a desperate plea. "Sweetheart, please don't tell your dad! His dialysis treatments can't be interrupted! This man is loaded, and he's more than willing to give me cash. I'm just bleeding him dry to pay for your tuition and keep your dad alive!" The corner of my mouth twitched into a bitter smirk as I set the family portrait right back where it belonged. "Mom, do you actually believe your own lies?" Her face turned deathly pale in an instant. I didn't press her any further, though. Instead, I reached out and thoughtfully wiped a speck of dust off the glass frame. "Fine. Make sure you do a good job then."

During a game of truth or dare on our family camping trip, my sister Clara chose a dare without hesitation. Our parents immediately praised her for being brave. "Clara's never been afraid of anything, not since she was little. She's our pride and joy." She drew a card, read what was written on it, then looked straight at me with a faint smirk. "The dare says Emma has to call her fiancé right now, break off their engagement, and tell him to date me instead." The campfire crackled. My grip tightened around my phone. Liam Sterling was the man I'd loved for years. But my mother, Helen, walked over and patted me impatiently on the back. "It's just a game. Why are you getting so worked up? Go on, call him. Don't make everyone think you're a sore loser." My father, Richard, cut in coldly. "Can't you be a little more generous? Liam isn't your property. Clara just wants a chance to get to know him. What's wrong with playing along?" Clara pushed the phone toward me, smiling innocently. "Emma, are you scared of a little game?" I said nothing. My eyes dropped to the new message on my screen. "My yacht's waiting for you at the dock." It was from Liam. I was done playing this game. And this time, I wasn't handing over what was mine.

Don Ettore Vitale's lover, Viola Serra, and I are abducted at the same time. When it's time for Ettore to make his choice, he doesn't hesitate to choose Viola despite always doting on me all the time. "Larissa, Viola can't take this. She's too fragile. Once this is over, I'll definitely make it up to you." "If you choose her, I'll hate you forever!" He remains silent for a moment before whisking Viola away in his arms. I just keep laughing till tears spill down my cheeks. Some time later, I nestle into Ettore's arch-nemesis, Vittorio Romano's arms while smiling at the former. But he keeps begging me to return to him like an absolute lunatic.