Betrayal By Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They expected me to choke under the weight of leading the family, and one council member in particular had made it his life's mission to strip it away from me, especially since it would've been him leading the mob if I had never showed up. "We can't go rushing into conclusions just yet but from the look of things, it would seem so." An attempt on my life I could handle. God knows I've had too many to count. But on her life, my wife's life, now that was unacceptable. It meant betrayal and betrayal to my wife meant betrayal to me and betrayal to me meant betrayal to the family. Like most families the Irish mob had special methods we used when dealing with traitors. Inhuman and bloody methods I

Taking my parents’ hands, I walked out of the church that had witnessed ten years of my humiliation. After the wedding, my father immediately announced the termination of all business ties between the Taylor and Shaw families. Using his connections, he launched a full investigation into Shaw Corporation’s accounts over the past several years. Already reeling from a stock slump caused by the failed marriage alliance, Shaw Corporation crumbled under this final, devastating blow. Ethan appeared at my house every day, apologizing and begging for forgiveness over and over. He even knelt outside in the rain all night. Not once did I show myself.

“To everyone who had a hand in this—Elena, Mia, Ethan, anyone who touched the wheel, anyone who silenced a call—you will answer. I will make you pay for what you did to my son.” Lucas did not try to soothe or quiet me. He did not hand me platitudes. He stood, a dark silhouette in the rain, and let me fill the air with my promise. He understood the shape of vows; he had a map of battles in his chest. He let me have this one. The rain washed the words into the soil but it could not erase the oath. I rose from the grave with water squeezing from my sleeves. There would be no public meltdown, no spectacle for the cameras. There would be calculation. There would be patience. There would be the sl

He held my hand tightly and said sincerely, "Pamela, I believe you. You're a kind person. You would never do something like that." Ignoring the objections of his family elders, he brought me home. The two of them had been like a beam of sunlight that illuminated my dark world. I regained the hope to keep living and willingly devoted myself to taking care of them. But I never expected that all those years I wrongfully suffered in silence had only been to help Jolene gain fame and praise. Tears silently slid from my eyes as I dragged my heavy steps away from the private room. The salvation I once believed in had actually been a carefully planned trap from the very beginning.

More and more tears fell onto the urn. Lucy crouched down like a child who had lost her home, taken in, treated like family, only to be discarded again. She stood at a crossroads, unsure of where to turn. I stood beside her, gently stroking her hair. “I’m sorry, Lucy. In the end, I lost. I was fooled by false love and let you down.” “Sweetheart! Be a good girl! Please give Eva back to Auntie! I’m begging you!” Behind us, my parents and David came running, gasping for breath.

“Loyalty?” He nodded, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Yes. Loyalty. Do you know what betrayal looks like? It’s not always a knife in your back. Sometimes it’s a deal your rival makes behind your father’s name. Sometimes it’s a smile at the table while they poison your food. And sometimes—” he pointed toward the cages, his finger steady, “—it’s raising the children of the men who tried to wipe out your family, letting them grow strong enough to finish what their fathers started.”

“We have done our part. You already shamed the family. I won't tolerate what you did and if they want a death sentence, we will let them do that. Your sister is right. You're a failure in this family, Zenaida. Don't hope that we will help you because we condemned what you did. We have no killer from the family.” I cried from my father's words. The thing that my family did is a painful betrayal to me. They betrayed me. I am their daughter but the way they give up on me is an unforgettable betrayal. They hurt me so badly. I wanted to cry but it was enough. Knowing my father, words are meaningful to him. It can't be changed.

“Shut up! Haven’t I made myself clear that I don’t want to see, speak or have anything to do with you?” “Mom told you…” a tear slid down her cheek. “Thank your stars, your family, if you weren’t the soil will make manure of your dung.” Pushed my way out of the house, slid into my car and headed home with my knuckles burning in tight fists. Betrayal hurts but hits deeper when it’s coming from your loved ones. ********

“I have been loyal to you. I have done business with you for years. I have never…” “Don’t lie to me,” I cut in, my voice sharp enough to slice through the air. “You want to talk about loyalty? Tell me, Raneesh, why you have been meeting with Trevor. The same man who was cast out of our family for his crimes. You dare stand here and accuse me of betrayal when you’ve been dining with the devil himself? After you swore an oath.” His mouth opened, but nothing came out. He knew he had been caught. He did not only break my trust he broke the trust of the entire mafia family. He was now an enemy. He should count himself lucky I haven't killed him yet.