Batfamily X Forgotten Sister Reader Novels & Stories

The Blackthorne estate at night was as silent as a tomb. I sat alone on the sofa in my study, the lights off. Only the pale moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated my face. My phone screen lit up. A long text message. From Anna. “Sister, I know nothing I say can change anything. But I’m still sorry. I’m sorry I took your love for granted. I’m sorry I got so used to taking that I forgot how to be grateful. I’m sorry that for my own stupid pride, I hurt the only person who ever truly loved me. I know I’m selfish. I don’t deserve to be your sister. I will pay back the fifteen million. I’ll spend the rest of my life paying it back. Goodbye, sister. I wish you happiness.”

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

I resisted the urge to cringe, just as I stared long and hard at the screen, trying to figure out a password, the screen shone beneath my thumb and it was unlocked. Whoa. “We have thumbprint phones now?” I said in awe. I saw a few missed calls, all from Jessica and a few panicked texts. A P*F of my test results. My panic rose. It was 12 am. Then I saw a text, from Dad. ‘Amnesia or not, I expect you to be back to your position by next week, do not slack off because your sister is back. The company need's it’s Director until your sister is ready to take her rightful place, do not forget!’

“I’ll call him myself. No matter what, Wendy’s still his sister. Who locks up their own sister? Doesn’t he care what people will say?” She dialed Wayne’s number, her expression tight with frustration. Patrick sighed beside her. “You’d better have something important,” Wayne’s voice came through, flat and detached. Whatever bond of mother and son there once was, it barely existed now. This child… truly cold-blooded. Lila’s face hardened. “I heard you locked up your sister?” “Oh. That’s right.” “What do you mean, ‘that’s right’? She’s your sister! Let her out this instant! How can you be so heartless? If you had even the slightest bit of feeling for her, you’d never—”

I can do simple things now. “Tabatha and I are not adopted, Ophelia. But we are not directly your sisters either.” Bait her, and she glares at me with those cold eyes. Ethan walks over, taking her into his arms. I roll my eyes again. “I dump your stupid ass, and you go after my defenseless little sister? Low, dude.” I tell him, sending a feeler out of the cracked entrapment. He yelps and jumps back. He looks around the forest trees wildly. I swallow the smirk. They have not noticed when I did? Well then.

Surely he won't hit his own sister. Right? The scared part of her brain won the battle and she went ahead and lied "um I-I'm good. I'm perfectly comfortable it's just that..." She stopped, choosing her words wisely "I just don't remember anything about you so it's kind of hard to see you more than a stranger" She scan his face to detect any sign of anger but none was there. Instead he looked down as if sad. He's probably sad. I mean of all things she should have forgotten, she forgot her own brother.

I was still trying to figure out how to make the kiss deeper when the door flew open, and I heard the shrill scream of my oldest sister Berta. “You stupid bitch! What are you planning to do? Bring ruin on this household? Cause my husband to lose all his fortunes?” My handsome stranger pulled me slightly away from himself, and his eyes studied me briefly. “So the rumors are true.” He said calmly to my sister. Berta immediately composed herself and plastered a fake smile on her face. “You must not mind my Sister Alpha Lesley. She is very stupid, and does a lot of stupid things. I’m sorry that she was bothering you.”

Mom said quietly as they got into the ambulance. "Your sister killed your other fine sister?" I heard someone ask. "She's not my sister, not anymore!" That was the beginning of my nightmare. Thanks for reading my book, if you enjoyed this chapter please tap the little star below, comment, and share thanks, XD.

Where did his niece get the confidence to touch the heartless Mr Ferguson’s ex-wife? Her husband's face darkened and asked, “Does my sister know about this matter?” His wife nodded her head and replied, “Yes. Honey, I don’t want to discuss this sensitive matter over the phone. Please come home early.” Her husband promised that he would come home early. Then they hung up. Mr Bale was absent-minded. He couldn’t believe his beloved sister would allow her daughter to destroy her niece. Their parents passed away when Mr Bale was thirteen years old and his sister was sixteen years old. His big sister was a gifted children’s book author. She started writing children’s books when she was twelve year

“Holysh*t! What’s going on? The one who hates supermarkets the most is actually shopping with Sister-in-law! @Stanley Batton. Is this some 3D fantasy movie?” Gary added. “Are you guys already at the stage of shopping together? Looks like your relationship is developing very well @Stanley Batton” Henry continued some more. “I think you’re no longer the Old Fifth I know. Why do you treat Sister-in-law differently than us? Are we not worthy of such treatment from you? @Stanley Batton, furious-roaring.jpeg” Gary seconded. “Of course we’re not worthy. screaming-marmota.jpeg” Sebastian replied. “@Old Fifth, stop playing dead and say something.”