Bethany's Sin Novels & Stories

But fear was a luxury for people who had something left to lose. ​I looked up at the main villa, my eyes narrowing into slits. The master suite on the second floor was glowing with a soft, amber light that looked like a honey trap from this distance. Even through the silk curtains, I could see the blurred, distorted silhouettes moving behind the glass—three figures tangled together in a way that made my vision turn a violent, static red. I didn't know the exact details of the "Good Sin" happening in that room, but I felt the betrayal in the very marrow of my bones. I felt the cloying "jasmine" of Sienna’s world trying to choke out the memory of our "vanilla." The sight of them—the unholy Tri

She rolled her eyes slightly, clearly unimpressed by my confusion. “Your uncle postponed his own marriage to raise you,” she said. “If you marry Nostra, he will finally be free to live his life. You should think about his wellbeing instead of being selfish.” Selfish? The word echoed in my mind. “I never asked him to sacrifice his life for me,” I replied quietly. Bethany simply shrugged as though the matter were obvious. To her, this situation made perfect sense but to me, it felt deeply wrong because the more I thought about it, the clearer one thing became.

“What on earth is this I’m hearing from my book club friends? Trailer trash? Selling your body to boys for money? Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten everything we’ve taught you?” Ethan didn’t look up. He just sat there, too tired to argue, too drained to even lift his head properly. Margaret paced the small room, her voice rising with every step. “The Bible is clear! Leviticus, Romans, Corinthians — all of it warns against this abomination. This is the devil’s work, trying to lead you astray. You think you can hide this from God? From me? I raised you better than this. We pray every day for purity, for strength against temptation, and you’re out there throwing it all away for… for w

Too willing to love a man who never promised her anything but power in exchange for obedience. And she’d fallen in love anyway. That was her first sin. The second? Stealing from him. Whispers of betrayal. A half-million in laundered funds. And a deal with the Cataldi cartel that ended in bullets. Dante pulled the trigger himself. He remembered her last words. “I never meant to betray you.” He hadn’t answered. Because it didn’t matter. Intentions were for children and priests. Not kings made of iron. Present – Moretti Estate Dante moved through the halls like a storm waiting for a target.

“Ella might be pissed at my son, but come on. It’s obvious they’re still crazy about each other.” Joshua sighed, his voice low, weary, his hand rubbing his temple. “Bethany, don’t start with your games,” he said, his tone sharp but tired, his eyes pleading for peace. “This isn’t the time or place.” Bethany rolled her eyes, her smile cold, her voice cutting. “Games? I’m just stating the truth, Josh,” she said, leaning forward, her gaze locking on me. “You know how hard it is to get over a Carter. Or have you forgotten?” Her words hung heavy, a jab at her own past with Joshua, her bitterness a raw wound she flaunted like a badge.

However. “Uck!” Blood came out of his mouth. “W-What... What is this? Did you...?” Smiling, Ethan answered him. “You asked me to set you free. I did. I set you free from your sins.” “Y-You... ack! Ack!” “Do you want to know what was your greatest sin?” Ethan leaned closer with a smirk. “Trying to steal my sister.” Blood continued to flow from Alex’ mouth. “Ack!” Watching him with delight, Ethan said, “Harriet is mine. Only mine.”

The judge instructed for the trial to begin. Before starting Rose looked at Andrew and he showed her a thumbs up sign. Rose began "your honour, my client Niamh Murphy wants a divorce from her abusive husband Sam Cooper. He is an abusive, manipulative man who has sexually abused her by raping her several times and has threatened to kill her if she told anyone. He has also cheated on her with several other women.”

“I cannot breath knowing you are carrying another man’s child inside of you. And if we want to keep breathing this torturous air together. Then your lover's seed inside you has to be gone,” he spat, his gaze heavy and filled with so much suffering. He backed me as if he could not bear to look at me one more time. My chest rose and fell unevenly and I struggled harder against their grip as I screamed, “You are committing a sin, Ethan. The gravest sins of all by killing your own child!” “It’s not mine so stop fucking lying. And as for you—you committed the gravest sin of all by sleeping with another man knowing very well you are married to me!”

“Heard you got blown up by one of your many enemies. Honestly? You don’t look like it.” Bethany smirks immediately, a vicious, bloody little grin she has learnt from surviving too much. “Oh really?” She tilts her head, very slightly, careful of the neck brace, “I heard your son raped a minor,” she starts sweetly. “But you look like it. Guess it runs in the blood or something.” Pause. “You definitely look like it must run in the blood.” She repeats with more sting, her lips curled up evilly while not showing her teeth so he won’t mistake her smirk as friendly… Not that her comment is anyway.

I crossed my arms, staring her down, my anger barely restrained. Bethany froze, her shoulders tensing before she turned to face me. Her expression was a mix of guilt and defiance. “I’m not a traitor,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “There are things you don’t understand.” I scoffed, taking a step closer to her. “Things I don’t understand? Like how you lied to me? You told me Lucian was gone, yet he was right there, watching everything. Do you know how that felt? To trust you, only to find out you played me for your own gain?”