Betrayal By Sister Novels & Stories

“Okay…” “We are three siblings,” he added, almost like an afterthought. I tilted my head. “Why do I feel like this isn’t just a fun fact about your family?” Zarek exhaled sharply. “Because it’s not.” He straightened, his golden eyes darkening. “My sister… she’s very stubborn. And she betrayed me.” Betrayal. The word lingered in the air between us, heavy with unspoken pain. I swallowed. “Okay… shouldn’t we throw her a welcome party?”

Jeremiah and Suzan’s late father. ‘’Your father was my very good friend, and the both of us trusted each other. But he betrayed me. He informed me. Suzan was then very shocked, hearing that her father betrayed him. She was aware that both her father and Mr.Jeremiah were great friends. Even before the painful murder of her late father and mother, she knew how they were very close with Mr.Jeremiah. Truly, she was provoked after hearing such words of information. But then, she refused to let it be known to him that she already knew about the details of those who murdered her parents.

So if we are to proceed—" "We are," Shayla cut in brusquely as Leya's throat constricted, but she nodded. Her voice was low but even. "Yes. We do." Carrington's head dropped, but a jig of shame danced in his eyes. "Then let it be said: betrayal is never from outside. It seeps from the shoulder next to you. From the hand that offers you a cup to overflowing with wine. From the friend who calls your name like family." The sisters were shocked by his words as the house groaned upstairs as if the ghostly footsteps walked the halls.

She motioned for her goons to follow her, and one by one, they trailed after her, leaving me alone in the darkness once more. The door slammed shut with a deafening thud, and as soon as they were gone, the tears I had been holding back broke free. Sobs wracked my body as I cried for everything I had lost…for the sister I thought I had, for the betrayal I never saw coming, for the memories I thought were real. I had trusted her. I had looked up to her. I had loved her like family. And now, here I was, beaten, bruised, and abandoned by the very person I had considered a sister. How could I have been so blind? How could I have been so stupid?

"Today we are here to celebrate my daughter's 18th birthday." She looked over at Kim, pride shining in her eyes. "And I have good news. Our future, our daughter Kim, has finally found her wolf." Murmurs of excitement rippled through the guests. I stared at Kim, stunned. Ten years ago, my sister lost her wolf, in no way did I want it to happen, but they all believed I was the culprit. My parents blamed me, said it was my fault and now I was the black sheep of the pack. I couldn’t have possibly done it.

I said. “All that to be thrown away by betrayal” I said as I looked up at him. He looked at me, his eyes holding confusion. “Yes, betrayal” “Raymond betrayed me. He slept with my sister on our wedding night, on our bed. He chased me out of our own house, and then he had the audacity to propose to Jasmine with that same ring that he used to propose to me, like I never even meant anything to him” i said as I tried to catch my breath.

"I lost myself. I betrayed myself." Every morning I thought I didn't deserve love. I didn't deserve good things. I deserve the punishment, ill behavior, being degraded, being called something I wasn't, being used, being sold. Deep down I always thought this. From outside I betrayed myself saying something else, doing something else. I degraded myself. I put myself down. And it wasn't okay. "I lost my family," She whispered. "The one I thought would love me, left me because they thought I wasn't normal and I had done a taboo by being a lesbian."

Because she understood her situation, and knew she was no longer the proud princess she used to be. The father who used to love her so much seemed to forget about her since the stepmother gave birth to her little brother. Unfortunately, Yakira and her daughter didn't forget her existence. They tortured her every day in many ways. Once when she was 16 years old, she accidentally tore her sister Yvonne's clothes while washing, and her stepsister slapped her on the face. She ached so bad and hid under a big tree in the garden and silently shed tears.

When Cara posted that picture to her friends on Facebook, I was still happily preparing dinner for Jason. The moment I saw her post, I froze. The cup in my hand fell on the floor, shattering into pieces. I couldn't believe my eyes. My husband had another child with another woman?! And that very woman was none other than my younger sister! Worse, they publicly and openly showed it to me. Shame, frustration, anger, disappointment… All these turbulent emotions surged inside of me like a vicious tidal wave.

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence, every second pressing down on us like a hammer. Finally, I managed to breathe out, “Clara… are you sure?” She gave me a sharp, broken laugh. “You think I’d be sitting here if I wasn’t?” Her voice cracked. “What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?” I buried my face in my hands. My fiancée was upstairs, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about a future with me — a wedding, a home, a family. And here I was, sitting in the dark with her sister, staring at the proof of a betrayal that could destroy everything.