เรื่องสั้นแนว Familial Bond และนิยาย Mistress Biological Family

Wyatt Clark, my fiance; Wanda Stone, my adopted sister; and I get into a car crash on the way to register our marriage. Wanda and I are both taken to the hospital. Mom, a renowned surgeon, glances at my back, which is covered in blood, then urgently gathers the doctors and nurses to treat Wanda's two-inch cut. "Wanda's injury is in a visible spot. If we don't treat it immediately, it will leave a scar. "I'm your biological mother, after all. If I were to treat you first, people might accuse me of favoritism. I'll treat your injuries once I'm done with Wanda." I have no choice but to grab Wyatt, who has just changed into his white coat. "S-Save me—" Wyatt coldly pulls away from me before I can even finish speaking. "You were in the back seat—the safest spot. Wanda, on the other hand, was in the passenger seat. How could your injuries be worse than hers? Do you really have to compete with Wanda for attention every single time, Gloria?" He doesn't even look back at me before he rushes into the ER. He seems to have forgotten that when the accident happened, he swerved to protect Wanda in the passenger seat, leaving me in the back to take the full force of the impact. Mom seems to have forgotten the orange wristband on me, which indicates that I am in critical condition. I gradually start losing consciousness, knowing that the glass shard lodged inside me is about to take my life.

I've known all along that my husband, Hector Greene, has been seeing another woman. However, for the past two years, even after going through all of his financial records and looking into all the women he might've come into contact with, I haven't been able to find out who she is. My parents accuse me of being paranoid. My younger brother says I'm not worthy of Hector. Only my older sister, Giselle Lloyd, repeatedly defends me. "Evelina is my sister! I won't let you guys force her to put up with this!" Ever since we were kids, Giselle has been the one who gets everything the family has to give. None of the new outfits, the chance to study abroad, or even the shares Grandpa left behind have ever gone to me. But Giselle would stash some of the candy for me and accompany me when Mom punishes me. Therefore, even though everyone else favors her, I've never truly resented her for it. Then, on Mom's birthday, Hector leaves the table early, saying he has something to deal with. Worried that I might overthink things, Giselle offers to accompany me back to the house. But when we reach the underground parking garage, she tells me she left her phone back at the restaurant and instructs me to wait in the car first. After waiting for quite a long time, I decide to head back to the restaurant as well. Then, in the stairwell, I see Hector gripping Giselle's wrist tightly as he says, "I'm sick and tired of having to sneak around like that, Giselle." Giselle pushes him away, her eyes red. "You can't say anything! No one in the family loves her. I'm the only one she has. If I betray her too, she won't be able to take the blow." As I stare at them through the door, everything finally clicks into place. This whole time, whenever Giselle volunteers to help me track down my cheating husband, she's actually taking the opportunity to cover up their tracks. Having realized this, I lose all interest in finding out when their illicit affair started. I lose all desire to keep this marriage—and this family.

Just before my college entrance exam, I was informed that my mother had died a horrible death in prison and that I needed to collect her body. But my father came to me with a demand—he wanted my mother to take the blame for his first love, Stella Shaw, for a second time. "Where's your mother? Stella accidentally injured a patient during surgery, and the patient died. Have your mother take the blame and go to prison for Stella again. Let those two prison sentences make up for the slap your mother gave Stella. "After this, I'll come back to our family for good and be there for you and your mother." Clenching my fists, I stared blankly ahead and murmured without even looking up, "Mom's dead." My father scoffed and had his men lock me inside a sauna. Gripping the remote with clenched teeth, he cranked up the temperature. Then he sent furious, threatening messages to my mother. "Harper! So, now you're teaching our daughter to lie to me?" "Let's see what kind of game you're playing! If you don't want anything to happen to Aria, show yourself now!" My entire body turned red, and my eyes grew bloodshot as I desperately pounded on the door, trying to explain and begging for help. But my father was too busy comforting his frightened first love to pay me any attention. Severely dehydrated, I let out a bitter, miserable laugh. 'Dad, Mom and I have paid for the woman you love with our two lives. Is that enough for you now?'

When my younger sister, Isla Brown, was diagnosed with a heart disease, the doctor claimed that she would not live past twenty-five. Since then, everyone would repeat the same phrase. “Isla won’t live for much longer. Just let her have her way.” My childhood best friend, Lucian Sterling, threw my birthday cake in the trash. “Isla’s dying soon. She can’t eat any desserts. You should be more considerate.” My older brother, Hugo Brown, tore up my dance academy offer letter. “Isla doesn’t have much longer to live. She can’t dance. If she sees you dance, she’ll be upset. You should think about her feelings.” My fiancé, Liam Anderson, pushed back our wedding ceremony three times. “Isla’s dying soon. She can’t bear to see someone else wearing a wedding gown. You should be more considerate.” I asked them, “Just because she won’t get to have a long life, does that mean I don’t deserve to live my life?” Upon hearing that, my mother went on a hunger strike. She lay next to Isla’s hospital bed. “Since I’ve failed to fulfil Isla’s tiny wishes, I’ll die with her.” On the third day, I made an oath before the hospital ward to never bring up my wedding again. After that, Isla said she wanted to experience what it was like to be in love. My mother said, “Isla doesn’t have much time left. She’s never been in a relationship before. You should give her the chance by letting her have Liam for a few years.” I walked out of the ward. “She may not be able to live long, but I want to live a longer life. I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving.”

An hour before the registration deadline, I woke up with a start in my hotel bed in Escal. I realized that my boyfriend, Brannon Zimmer, and my adopted sister, Luna Hearn, were both gone. I quickly called them both to urge them to register right away. Instead, I was met with a burst of laughter on the other end. “We’ve flown back home already. We finished applying last night. Haven’t you applied yet?” In the background, I could hear my parents grumbling. “That’s just how she is. She’s so carefree and thoughtless that she doesn’t even pay attention to her own affairs. “Couldn’t she be more sensible like Luna?” It was a lively scene on the other end of the line, but I was shaking with panic. I had almost missed the deadline. After our test scores came out, the three of us had agreed to apply to the same university. Luna had been agonizing over her choice, while Brannon had looked at her with nothing but affection. “No rush. We’ll help you take your time choosing.” Then, he casually told me, “Just go with whatever we pick. Have a blast in Escal these next few days.” Just then, my phone vibrated. Brannon had sent me Southshire University’s application code. “Stop dawdling. The deadline’s almost up.” I stared at the application screen. My eyes stung with tears. My score had been about 120 points higher than theirs. It turned out that no one cared about the “sacrifice” I thought I was giving them. One second before the deadline, I clicked the “Apply” button and chose the one farthest from home, Attarport University. With three of us, it would have been too crowded. So, I stepped aside on my own.

In my fifth year of climbing the mountains to search for my wife's remains, I fell into an ice crevasse by accident. As the cold dragged me toward unconsciousness, I opened my phone to Maddie Paisley's silent, years-untouched messenger thread, meaning to record a final goodbye. Instead, a wedding invitation popped up on the screen. [Ten years of devotion, and at last we've found our happy ending. We warmly invite our friends and family to join us as we marry!] [Groom: Jace Lowe] [Bride: Maddie Paisley] The background photo was a wedding portrait. My foster brother held her against his chest, his smile bright and tender. After I was pulled off the mountain, I ignored my frostbitten legs and sprinted for the hotel like a madman. The moment I pushed through the doors, I froze in place. My sister, Ashlyn Lowe, who had begged me with red eyes just the night before to give up the search, was cheering as she pulled the cord on a confetti cannon. "Jace, you finally won Maddie over. If you ever wrong her, I swear I won't let you off easy!" Below the stage, my parents sat in their formal wear, eyes brimming with proud tears. A voice spoke up behind me. "What are you doing here?" I turned and saw my childhood friend. My hand trembled as I reached toward him, ready to pour out how absurd all of this was. Instead, he just sighed. "Ronnie, go home. Everyone's tired of playing along with this. "Maddie faked her death just to get away from you. Jace waited five years for her, and that wasn't easy either. "It's their wedding today. Don't force your way in and play the homewrecker. You'll only embarrass everyone." With that, he walked past me, smiling as he crossed to the stage and handed the newlyweds a huge bouquet of flowers. "Jace, Maddie, congratulations!" Streamers rained down over my head. As I listened to the emcee up on stage shout for the groom to kiss the bride, my tears fell without a sound. So this was it. During the five years I had spent desperately searching for Maddie, she had been in love with another man the whole time. Everyone had known. They had all just chosen to hide it from me.

After my father-in-law, Anthony Randall, has undergone a coronary artery bypass surgery, he decides to visit the company to inspect the new project. I've ordered the project department to prepare a stable, smooth-riding man basket. But what I receive is a dangerous-looking man basket that doesn't have any safety measures installed in it. Anisa Howell, the first love of my husband, Conner Randall, speaks up mockingly at that moment. "Since your junk-collecting dad wants to collect more junk in the construction site, it's only natural that I, the person in charge of this project, hold the fort for Mr. Randall. "Then again, I've always been a soft-hearted person. This man basket might be malfunctioning, but it's perfectly adequate to send you guys to your destination." Realization dawns on me immediately. Anisa must have mistaken Anthony as my actual dad, who works as a farmer in the countryside. I'm about to explain to her that Anthony has just undergone a heart surgery and cannot suffer from any emotional distress caused by any factors, including tall heights. But Anisa quickly commands her workers to shove us into the man basket before pulling down the lever, which will cause it to ascend rapidly. Poor Anthony has gone deathly pale from the fright. He keeps clutching at his chest hopelessly the whole time. But Anisa has the audacity to flaunt her privileges over the walkie-talkie. "I'm a VIP of a bungee-jumping club. Today, I'll let you have a taste of what it feels like to soar through the skies."

For the third time, Mom complains that the fridge isn't cooling properly. I know she's waiting for me to offer to buy a new one. Mom's always saying I'm the one holding this family together. She constantly reminds me that my younger sister, Celia Kessler, only makes 2,000 dollars a month and can't be expected to help. So everything falls on me. When Mom says her bedroom is too hot, I grit my teeth and buy her a new air conditioner. When Dad complains about his constant neck pain, I scrape a living for a month so I can afford a neck massager for him. Last year, I even paid for most of the renovations on the house, scrimping and saving to cover the cost. I've been working for five years and make 8,000 dollars a month. But by the end of every month, I don't even have 500 dollars left. Seeing that I'm not going to say anything, Mom slams her fork down on the table and shoots me a glance. "They say you have kids so someone will take care of you when you're old. Guess I wasn't that lucky!" My chest tightens, and suddenly the food in my mouth is hard to swallow. I'm about to say something when the front door opens. Celia calls out cheerfully, "Mom, I got paid almost 10,000 dollars! You and Dad don't need to give me the usual 4,000 this month!" I look up, stunned. Celia walks in carrying the latest tablet, and my boyfriend, Bryan Alston, is right behind her. He told me he had a client meeting today. That's when I realize where the money has really been going. Every month, I give Mom an extra 5,000 dollars for household expenses, and she's been giving most of it to Celia. Everyone depends on me, but somehow I'm the one who has the least.

At my engagement party, my fiancé and my parents had prepared a table filled with mystery boxes. My younger sister, Elena Hayes, wrapped her arms around my fiancé, Adrian Whitmore, and sweetly pleaded, “There are so many mystery boxes. Madison can’t possibly open them all. Can I pick three too?” Adrian affectionately ruffled Elena’s hair. “You never change. You’ve known your sister and me for so long, yet you still act like a child.” Our parents, Charles and Victoria Hayes, smiled indulgently. “Our Elena has always been lucky. Maybe she’ll win something amazing.” Elena eagerly grabbed three mystery boxes before anyone else could stop her. She opened the first one. “A ten-day honeymoon trip to Valehaven.” The second one. “All the cash gifts from Madison’s wedding.” And the third. “The Whitmore family’s heirloom emerald bracelet.” When I opened my own mystery boxes, every single card contained the same message: “Better luck next time.” Elena draped an arm around my shoulders with a smug smile. “Looks like you’re still as unlucky as ever, Madison. “A bet’s a bet! I’m going to Valehaven with your fiancé instead. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on him for you. I won’t let some pretty girl from overseas steal him away.” I stood frozen, convinced they were playing some cruel joke on me. Then Adrian spoke. “Madison, a bet’s a bet. “Take off the bracelet Grandma gave you and give it to Elena.”

After five years away, Colin Winthrop, the impostor heir, was brought back to the Winthrop family. His parents ached over everything he had suffered out in the world, and Holly Ainsworth, who was engaged to the family's real son, had never let go of her old feelings for Colin. Everyone was waiting to see how that son, Graham Winthrop, would react. They expected tears, an argument, or a complete breakdown. Yet Graham only watched quietly as they carried the luggage in, and then he set up Colin's old room again. His parents broached the subject carefully. "Graham, Colin has always loved the sunlight in the master bedroom. Do you think you could—" "I'll take the guest room," Graham said, cutting them off in a calm, even voice. "I'll move my things out right now so Colin can have it." The next day, Holly invited him to dinner for his birthday, but he waited at the restaurant until 8:00 pm before she finally called. "I'm so sorry, Graham. Colin got lost at the mall, and I—" Graham stayed calm. "Okay. Go get him. I'll spend my birthday by myself." On the third day, Holly's checkup results came back. She was pregnant. Graham's parents and Holly all came to the same decision—the baby had to go.

After swallowing my fourth painkiller, I spent the entire morning sitting in my hotel room in the wedding dress Curtis Bradford had picked out for me. The car that was supposed to take me to the ceremony never showed up. Instead, I came across a livestream of a wedding that had gone viral around town. On-screen, Curtis slipped the pink diamond ring I had begged him for onto the bride's finger. The bride was Shannon Cobb, my biological sister who had disappeared ten years ago. Curtis looked straight into the camera. "Leslie, I know you're watching. "Ten years ago, you lost Shannon and put her through hell. I only let you believe I was going to marry you because I wanted you to know what it feels like to be abandoned." The camera panned to my parents and my brother, Richard Cobb, who were supposed to be helping set up my new home. Richard looked into the camera and said, "You've had ten years of our love and attention. Give back everything that should've been Shannon's, and we'll consider your debt paid." I stared at the happy family on the screen, completely numb. Then I closed the livestream and threw the keepsake I had gotten for Curtis into the trash, along with my wedding ring and veil. None of them knew I had been diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer the month before. Even with painkiller injections, I could barely stay on my feet that day. All I wanted was to marry Curtis before I died and let my parents and Richard see me happy one last time. But that wasn't going to happen anymore. I only had three days left. I might as well find somewhere quiet and wait for the end.

Because I don't hand-wash the expensive new clothes Dad buys for his illegitimate child, he blames Mom for not raising me properly. As punishment, he forces her to attend a business dinner even though he knows she's allergic to alcohol. I wait outside the hotel for what feels like forever, until I finally see Mom being wheeled out, covered by a white sheet. I grab her hand and shake her, calling her over and over, but she doesn't wake up. I get so scared that I start crying. The woman at the front desk takes me upstairs to Dad's hotel room. When I push the door open and walk in, I see him pinning his secretary, Yvonne Carlton, against the wall. Through my tears, I choke out, "Dad, I'm sorry. I'll wash all of my little brother's stuff by hand from now on. Mom fell asleep, and I can't wake her up." Dad's expression turns thunderous. He storms over and kicks me so hard I feel a rib crack. "You worthless little brat! Didn't anyone teach you to knock? All you ever do is make up nonsense. Is that what your mother taught you? Stay here and think about what you've done. You can come home when you finally learn your lesson." Then he wraps an arm around Ms. Carlton's waist and walks off with her like nothing happened. I stay with Mom for a long, long time. She doesn't wake up, even after her body turns cold. When I see Dad again a few days later, he's massaging Ms. Carlton's feet. He snarls, "You've got some nerve coming back. Where's your mother?" My voice shakes. "Mom's dead."

My twin sister, Rebecca Shaffer, was kidnapped while saving me. The trauma left her with a mental illness that made her lash out at everyone around her. The only person who could get close to her, the only one who could calm her down, was my husband, Ezekiel Roberts. For the sake of her recovery, my parents insisted that Rebecca move into the master bedroom of my newlywed home. Whenever Ezekiel and I were intimate, Rebecca would lose control and throw things at me. Then, Ezekiel would scoop her up in his arms and carry her into the bedroom, soothing her with gentle words. Everyone kept telling me the same thing. "If Rebecca hadn't tried to save you, she wouldn't be like this now. You owe her this much!" I had no response to that, so I gave in again and again. That was, until I accidentally overheard a conversation between Rebecca and my parents. "How much longer do I have to keep pretending to be crazy? I'm so sick of sneaking around like this!" My parents looked at her with sympathy in their eyes. Ezekiel gently caressed her stomach and said, "Don't worry. I won't let Rebecca or the baby suffer even a little bit. Once I have Maisie completely under my control, I'll make everything public." I clutched the pregnancy test report in my hand and let out a bitter laugh. From now on, they would not need to keep up their elaborate charade. I would leave on my own.