Familial Bond Face Slapping の短編小説 & 小説

I’m the long-lost true daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, but five years ago, my own parents had me thrown in prison. All because their adopted daughter, Grace, lied and said she saw me meeting secretly with a wolf from a rival pack. They ignored my pleas and branded me a traitor. Five years later, at a pack gathering, I ran into my parents and Grace again. They were dressed to the nines, dripping in jewels, while I was in casual clothes, without even a necklace. A flicker of pity crossed my parents' eyes. "Amelia, come back to us. We can find a stable job for you in the pack. It would be better than the hard life you're living now." Grace chimed in with fake kindness, "Yes, sister. Our estate needs a gardener." I refused. My mother frowned. "Are you still holding a grudge? What we did was for the good of the pack. We weren't favoring Grace..." I laughed. "You're reading too much into it. It's nothing." They don't know that after I left them, I didn't just survive. I built my own pack. That I've become the most mysterious and legendary female Alpha in North America.

After I set up the camera, I realized the clients booked for a family portrait were the parents and older brother I'd run from five years earlier. The moment our eyes met, my mother's smile froze. Her eyes went red, and she asked uncertainly, "Remy... is that you?" "You're alive?" With one finger resting on the shutter, I reminded them, "Keep smiling. Look at the camera." My father shot to his feet. "Are you really this spiteful? Five years of hiding from us. What grievance in a family takes five years to get over?" I looked at the dog beside my brother, also named Remy, and couldn't understand what he was angry about. They were the ones who'd spent my whole childhood telling me I existed for one reason: to be marrow for my brother. Even the dog got to be in the family portrait I wasn't allowed in as a child. I gave up on that family a long time ago.

When I attend a family day event at the kindergarten, I overhear my son, Caleb Sheridan, whispering to his friends, "You can't tell your mommy that the food at the cafeteria is bad. If you do, you'll get beaten up! Bryan complained about the food and refused to eat it. That's why he got taken to the punishment room for a beating." Feeling alarmed, I immediately check in with Bryan Hunter's mother, Annette Morris. Annette sends me a bunch of question marks before showing me a video of Bryan happily digging into his food. "Don't be ridiculous! Bryan behaves so well during mealtimes these days. I can't thank his teacher enough!" Realizing that Caleb was blabbering nonsense, I decide to reprimand him. Just as I'm about to tell him not to make up stories like that, he frowns and remarks, "Mommy, Bryan vomits when he eats celery, so why is he eating it?"

At the university Ball, Ada ripped my necklace from my throat in front of everyone. Emeralds skittered across the floor. She planted her hand on her hip and jabbed a finger in my face. "Elena, you thief! How dare you steal my necklace? My brothers had it custom-made for me. You had no right to touch their gift!" The ballroom went silent. Her favorite lackey, Louise Parker, swept toward me with her chin high. "Ada is the Costa brothers' little sister. You're dead this time!" A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "The Costa family? The one that controls the weapons pipeline along the entire Eastern Seaboard?" "Everyone knows the three Costa brothers guard their sister like their lives depend on it. The last guy who tried to get close to her supposedly had his arms and legs cut off before they threw him into an underground fighting pit full of starving wolves." "She's really their sister? Elena is in serious trouble this time!" I stared at the emeralds scattered across the floor, and a disbelieving laugh escaped me. The Costa brothers did have a cherished younger sister. That was me, Elena Costa.

The day a Category 5 hurricane struck, my younger brother, Ryan Bennett, suddenly disappeared. Without hesitation, my parents, Daniel and Emily Bennett, dragged me out into the hurricane to search for him. I barely survived the monstrous storm, but my parents never came back. When the rescue team finally found Ryan, they discovered that he had been playing video games the entire time in the glass room on the top floor. I furiously confronted him, but he couldn’t have cared less. “You’re the one who chose to go out and look for me! “Use your brain! Why would I ever go outside during a hurricane?” Enraged, I rushed at him and hit him, but he shoved me off the rooftop with his own hands. “Stop blaming me! If you’d stopped Mom and Dad from going out that day, they wouldn’t have died! “Since you’re so devoted to our parents, go atone for their deaths!” I fell from the rooftop, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was back two hours before the hurricane made landfall. Dad had already put on his raincoat and was preparing to go out. Mom was putting on her shoes by the door, desperately tugging at my arm as tears streamed down her face. “Hurry! The wind is getting stronger! We have to find Ryan!” The next second, I yanked my arm free. “I’m not going!” Since Ryan claimed he never asked us to look for him, I wouldn’t look for him this time. I’d like to see just how long he can last in that glass room with a Category 5 hurricane bearing down on him.

The year I went missing, I met a fortune-teller who said I was destined for wealth and power. After that, two mafia families claimed me as their daughter, one after another. The fake princess of the first family stabbed herself and framed me for it. I played the wounded victim and walked away with half of their smuggling and money-laundering network as compensation. The fake princess of the second family framed me as a traitor who had leaked secrets to the enemy. I turned her trap against her, flushed out a nest of real moles, and took over the core of the family's gunrunning operation. Only after a DNA test did I learn that I was the princess of Sicily's most powerful mafia family. At my welcome-home party, the fake princess spilled a glass of wine down the front of her own dress and sank to the floor in front of me. "Jessica, I know you hate me. But I have a heart condition, and the doctors say I won't live past 25. Please, I'm begging you, let me spend the three years I have left with Mom and Dad. Please?" My biological mother, Elena Andreani, slapped me in front of everyone, then pulled Lily into her arms and glared at me like I was the enemy. "Lily may not be my flesh and blood, but I've always loved her as my own. You've barely set foot in this house, and you're already trying to drive her out. Do you want her dead?" My father, Ilario Andreani, didn't say a word, but there was murder in his eyes. Even the man who had just been named as my fiancé rushed over and stepped in front of her. "You have no manners at all. I'm warning you: apologize to Lily today, or the engagement is off." I gave a thin smile, walked slowly over to Lily, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Don't worry. I'm not going to make you leave. "After all... you're so far beneath me that you aren't worth my time."

My fiancé Damian Crowley and I'd been together for six years. But the night before my wedding, he demanded that I let my twin sister, Chloe Lambert, take my place as the bride. "Chloe doesn't have much time left. This is her only dream. Think of it as granting your sister's last wish." My own parents jabbed their fingers in my face and yelled at me too. They said I owed Chloe my life. It was only a wedding, they said, and I should stop being so selfish. Three years ago, I'd slipped and fallen into the water, and Chloe had supposedly risked her life to save me. She'd been in fragile health ever since. From then on, my family blamed me for everything. I walked on eggshells around them and gave Chloe whatever she wanted to repay that debt. I told myself I owed her, so I gave in to every demand, no matter how unreasonable. Now they wanted me to give up my wedding too. I looked at Chloe hiding behind my fiancé, barely able to keep the triumph off her face. My fingers closed around the contents of my bag: a falsified medical record with an official hospital stamp and proof of what had really happened three years ago. I smiled coldly and nodded. This time, I wouldn't just give them what they wanted. I'd give them a wedding the whole city would talk about.

On the day of the college entrance exam, just as I was writing my name on the answer sheet, my progressive amnesia struck again. When the scores came out, my younger sister had earned 680 points. I had earned eight. Mom was so furious she slapped me hard across the face. "Even if you'd guessed with your eyes closed, you would've scored higher than eight! "I think you did this on purpose!" I covered my swollen cheek and hid in my room. The moment I shut the door, the eraser inside my head moved. A second later, I turned around and walked back out. Mom was sitting on the couch, trembling with anger. I asked softly, "Mom, why are you so upset? Did someone make you mad?" I reached out to wipe away her tears, but she flinched away like I was some kind of monster. That night, my older brother came home with a dark look on his face. He stood outside my door and shouted, "You score an eight and still have the nerve to talk back to Mom and play dumb? Get out!" He shoved my clothes into a suitcase and pushed me out the door along with it. The moment I was pushed out, the eraser in my head moved again. A second later, I looked up at my brother and gave him a sweet smile. "Caleb, why did you pack so much stuff? Are we all going on a family trip?" But he didn't say a word. He just slammed the door shut. That night, the whole family took my sister out for a fancy dinner. Everyone except me. I went back to my room and cried all night. But when I woke up the next morning, I couldn't remember why my pillow was wet. Then, on the day my sister left for college, Mom said I was an embarrassment and dumped me beside a highway interchange. I stood on the side of the road as traffic rushed past, and my mind went completely blank. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't remember my address. I couldn't even remember who I was. By the time my family came home, happy after seeing my sister off, they finally noticed. I was gone.

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?

The year I returned to the Moretti family, everyone expected the biological daughter and the adopted daughter to fight for their place in the family. But Gianna was different. She was the first to learn sign language so she could communicate with me. She knew I hated sitting with my back to a door. She also knew I didn't want anyone asking why I still refused to speak after two years back home. That night, at a charity gala, my father was supposed to sign an agreement that would end our family's involvement in the port's illegal operations. Instead, Luca Vitale stormed in with representatives from eight families and proposed a toast to my father. He took one sip and collapsed. A second later, the ballroom screen lit up. Gianna's payment to a pharmacist and chat messages mentioning "Dad's wine" had been used to make it look like she'd bought drugs to murder our father. She really had made that payment. She handed over her phone for everyone to see, but the original messages had been deleted, and she couldn't recover them. Luca gave us ten minutes: hand over Gianna or hand over the port. All the while, Luca's doctor stood beside my father with a syringe in his hand. He refused to say where he'd gotten it. My mother told Luca, "You can have the port. You can't have either of my daughters." Gianna pulled away from her anyway and walked straight to Luca. All she asked was that he let our father go to the hospital first. As she passed me, she signed with trembling hands, "Don't tell them about your past for my sake." I stared at the syringe. I'd seen that same medical kit at the clinic in Malta. I'd also seen what happened to patients once they became bargaining chips. If Gianna was willing to go that far for me, then I was willing to risk everything for her, just this once.

I was excellent at driving a wedge between people. With just a few words, I could make a loving couple turn on each other. When I saw a young couple kissing in class, I found it extremely nauseating. I then made a post on the school forum. [My girlfriend has bad breath, what should I do? I feel disgusted every time I kiss her.] The girlfriend was furious, and the boyfriend tried to explain. However, he made things worse as he was bad with words. In the end, they were fighting and slapping each other in the corridor. In our neighborhood, the old ladies had formed a choir and started singing early in the morning. I immediately put up an anonymous notice in the elevator. [A certain someone should develop the self-awareness to leave the choir. Don’t let your voice hold us back.] After a while, the senior choir disbanded due to internal strife. At home, my adoptive parents wanted me to get married earlier so they could get gifts and money from my wedding registry. I nodded in agreement and immediately asked, “Mom, are you going to spend the money and gifts on your hot, young lover? Or are we going to use that money for dad’s illegitimate son’s future wedding?” Both of them were stunned. Then, they started fighting. In the end, before I got married, they had already gotten a divorce. After I reconnected with the wealthy Harold family, I was ready to turn a new leaf. However, they had made up their mind that I was trying to snatch their love and attention from the fake daughter, Lydia Harold. Hence, they started to isolate and ostracize me. When Lydia flaunted the jewelry our mother bought her for the 18th time, I smiled meaningfully. “Actually, I feel very sorry for you. Our parents don’t love you at all, yet you have no idea.”

It was not easy for me to be home for the long holidays, but my father ordered me to do the dishes after dinner. I was taken aback. "Don't you have a caregiver at home?" My mother frowned. "It's been hard on Harry to be taking care of us every day. Since you're home, you should let him take a rest, and do all the housework." I could not understand this. "But I paid a lot of money to hire him to take care of you and the housework. Why am I doing the work I paid him to do?" My words caused Harry Lambert to tear up, and they angered my parents as well. My mother frowned. "What's the point of bringing you up when we hardly see you in a year. At least Harry is considerate enough to stay by our side and take care of us." As for my father, he pointed at my nose. "You don't need to waste your time coming back anymore. Harry will be our son from now on! You can just get out and do whatever you want!" I smiled in exasperation. Work had been extremely busy for me, but I still gave my parents a handsome monthly allowance. Even the caregiver cost a lot of money, but they ended up treating him like he was something precious. If that were the case, I would stop paying for everything. I wanted to see if the caregiver would still be willing to act as their son and work for free.

Our pack was in financial trouble, so my brother drugged me and put me in Rowan Gale's bed to save it. "Penny, the pack is short on money. The only thing that can save us is a deal with Rowan Gale. "You're exactly his type. Do this for the pack. Sleep with him for one night. "You might even become his Luna." Half-conscious, I was delivered to Rowan Gale's room by my brother. At first, I was frightened. Then I heard the name, and the weight lifted from my chest. I caught myself smiling. After all, the Rowan Gale they spoke of with such awe had once knelt before me and thanked me for saving his life. And I'd taught him every method he used to run that pack. I wondered what his expression would be when he saw me in his bed. I also wondered how comfortable my brother's life would be after offending him.

The ambulance’s siren blared as it sped toward the hospital. But an obnoxious power-walking mob blocked its path at the entrance of our residential area. As a result, the ambulance could not leave the area. I got out of the car to negotiate with that group of power-walkers. I immediately recognized that the woman who led the mob was none other than my mother-in-law, Miranda White. “Miranda, the illness of someone important to me has flared up. He’s in critical condition! “Please get these people to move and let the ambulance pass! Quick!” I was frantic with worry. But Miranda shot me a sideways glance and jumped to conclusions. “He should’ve died a long time ago! “He’s your father. What gives him the nerve to interfere in Caleb’s marital home?! If he’s sick, he deserves it!” Right after she finished her sentence, she waved her arms and called more people over. The number of people joining the power-walking mob continued to increase. They packed the road so tightly that it was completely blocked. When it became clear the ambulance could not possibly leave the area, Miranda shot me a smug glance. She picked up her phone and said in a coy voice, “Honey, what are you doing at home? Come down and join me for a power walk! Getting some exercise is what matters most for your health.” Inside the ambulance, the phone screen next to the patient lit up for a moment, then went dark again. It was not my father who had collapsed.

When I found out I'd won an $80,000 European vacation for two as a graduation prize, my Aunt Janice showed up at my house with my cousin, Kelsey Whitmore, who had always loved taking advantage of other people. "Elise, your dad's in poor health and can't fly. Why don't you give the trip to Kelsey and her husband? You'd probably get lost traveling on your own anyway. We won't take it for free. We'll give you a nice cash gift." Kelsey and her husband, Travis Connelly, had just gotten married and couldn't afford a honeymoon. My hands shook with absolute fury as I crumpled that meager 200 bucks in my fist. An $80,000 prize, and she expected to take all of it with a few casual words? I smiled, pushed the cash back toward her, and shook my head. "No, Aunt Janice. If my dad can't go, I can cash in the prize instead. Besides, Travis makes over $30,000 a month. Surely he can afford honeymoon tickets." Aunt Janice and Kelsey left with dark expressions. Half an hour later, Kelsey flooded the family group chat with celebration emojis. "Ticket redeemed! Thanks for the generous gift, Elise. I'll enjoy this luxury European honeymoon on your behalf." Aunt Janice tagged both my father and me. "Elise is such a thoughtful girl. She gave her European vacation to Kelsey." I was about to expose the lie when I heard my father talking on the phone in the next room. "That's right. Transfer the reservation to Kelsey. Elise and I both have a fever, so we can't go..." My heart went cold. While I was in the shower, my father had gone through my phone and stolen the redemption code. If he was willing to sacrifice his own life just to please his relatives, then I was done trying to save it.

The seventh time my parents ask my sister, Alexandra Sterling, to blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I finally break down. Ever since Alexandra returned home after being missing for three years, I have become the most insignificant person in the family. In a fit of anger, I storm out of the restaurant and run down to the river, desperate enough to put my life on the line just to make them understand how deeply they've hurt me. Alexandra stands by the railing in an elegant dress, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, Ella. I know I shouldn't have come back and taken Mom and Dad away from you." Before anyone can react, she climbs over the railing and throws herself into the river. My parents search for her for three days, but they never find her body. When they finally return home, they're exhausted and broken, and our family's financial situation begins to deteriorate soon afterward. From that day on, they devote themselves to taking care of me. But being the one who benefits from such a tragedy leaves me carrying a crushing sense of guilt. After I start college, I work as hard as I can to pay my own tuition and help support my parents, determined to ease the burden I've placed on them. I think we'll spend the rest of our lives that way—just the three of us, living an ordinary life as a family. Then, on the day I graduate from college, I come home early, hoping to surprise them. Instead, I find them outside an upscale restaurant near our house. They're dressed to the nines, and Alexandra is with them. Mom affectionately strokes her hair and says, "As for your trip to Epea, why don't you stay a few extra days and enjoy yourself? Your sister will be coming home soon, so we won't be able to go out and spend as much time with you. And if you need money, just ask us." In that moment, it feels as though the entire world tilts beneath my feet. That night, I open my email and go through the job offers I've received. After a long moment, I choose the one that will take me as far away from home as possible.

The day my parents brought home an AI daughter, I lost my place in the family. Maddison Matthews was flawless. Gentle, intelligent, and obedient, she was the perfect daughter. Overnight, I became the problem child. Dad stopped hiding his disappointment. Mom compared me to Maddison in everything I did. Even my brother, Bailey, treated me like an embarrassment. "What else do you know how to do besides throwing tantrums and fighting for attention?" The day I finally snapped and shoved Maddison, Mom slapped me so hard my ears rang. "If you were even half as mature as Maddie, I wouldn’t be so exhausted every single day! Go to the Intelligent Excellence Academy and learn properly how to be an obedient daughter!" Then she sent me away. I was forced into a three-year exchange program at the Intelligent Excellence Academy, a place designed to train human children alongside advanced AI models. Three years later, my family finally came to bring me home. They called my name again and again, but I never answered. The director smiled calmly beside them. "Mrs. Matthews," he said softly, "you’ll need to say ‘Power On’. Unit 1314 no longer responds to human names."

My father is one of the wealthiest men in the country, a name everyone knows but almost never sees. My mother is the devoted wife standing behind him, the one who actually raises me. She always tells me my father looks down on us for being country people, that he calls us ungrateful dogs who can never be won over no matter how well they're fed. He sends me only 200 dollars a month for me to live on. I hate him for it. Then one day he shows up at my university without warning. He points at the tray in front of me and frowns. "I send you 50,000 dollars a month, and this is what you eat?"

By the fifth year of my marriage to James Hill, he began pretending to be his late twin brother, the late Don of the family. With that, he took over all of a Don’s duties and the role of my sister-in-law, Hilary’s husband. Every time after he slept with her, he would cut his arm open, kneel before me, and beg for forgiveness. “Pia, you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. Once Hilary gives birth to the heir and secures her position, I’ll fake my death and come back for you.” He told me his twin brother had died saving him, so he had to fulfill his brother’s last wish. During the year he pretended to be his brother, James slept with Hilary ninety-nine times. After a full year, Hilary finally gave birth to the family’s heir. I truly believed James would fake his death as promised, then take our son and me away from this bloody life. However, I saw him with Hilary in his arms, teasing the tiny baby she carried. “Hilary, I’ll stay with you and our child until he’s ready to take over as the next Don.” Silently, I wiped my tears and went back to my room to pack my suitcase. My son saw me crying and ran into my arms, gently wiping away my tears with his little hands. “Ma, Aunt Hilary already had her baby. Why isn’t Papa coming home yet?” I placed my clothes into the suitcase as I told him softly, “Because he doesn’t want us anymore. But don’t be sad, sweetheart. I will build us a home.” If James wanted to raise an heir, then I would return to North Atlantis’s most powerful mafia family, take my rightful place as my father’s heir, and become the Godmother of the Mafia.

I’d just stepped onto the moonstone stage at Ettelgard Academy’s annual Induction Ceremony. The screen behind me went black. The next second, a recording blasted through the hall. 【“I’m out of funds. Send me five thousand.”】 【“I need the Alpha-level combat ring tonight. Give me access.”】 【“If you don’t, I’m telling everyone your big secret. Your whole ‘untouchable Alpha’ act? It’ll be over. You’ll be ruined.”】 The crowd of a thousand elites from every major pack went silent. Then whispers erupted. That girl on the recording? The one shamelessly demanding credits? Yeah. That was me. And the guy she was "blackmailing"? Julian Valerius. The strongest pureblood wolf of our generation—the one everyone expected to become an Alpha. Scarlett, the Beta pack’s heir, stormed the stage. She pointed right at me, her voice shrill with fake righteousness. “Did you hear that? Aurora Vance isn’t some quiet bookworm. She’s a leech! A parasite who’s been blackmailing Julian for credits and privileges! A disgrace to her bloodline! She doesn’t deserve any honor from this academy!” A thousand sharp glares cut into me like daggers. On the dais, the Elders’ faces were grim. Scarlett savored my humiliation, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Aurora, Julian is too generous to stoop to your level. But you will apologize. You will beg this academy for forgiveness for being a shameless, clinging fraud!” I stared at the screen, the recording of my "blackmail" still playing. Exhausted, I pressed my fingers to my forehead. This was a total joke. Julian Valerius is my grandfather’s youngest son. My dad’s little brother. He is my literal, honest-to-God uncle. And that “big secret”? It was a threat to tell everyone how our grandmother used to chase him around the manor with a switch when he was a kid.