Betrayal By Sister Novels & Stories

They were part of her plan just to win my trust, to use me to get close to Lexie again. And the worst part? It worked. I had handed my sister over like a goddamn sacrificial lamb, to someone I thought I knew, I trusted. The betrayal didn't just sting because she had harmed Lexie, but by doing that, she had proven that all those blissful days of our life had been nothing but an act. And I hated her for it. I should have rejected her, I still could… but I didn’t. Instead, I marked her. Bound her to me so she would never be able to walk away. So she would stay in front of my eyes and remind me, every damn day, why I could never trust her, or anyone else, again.

Her voice was kept very low, careful and cautious. The anesthetic was wearing off, and waves of heavy, sharp, dull pain came from my abdomen. I instinctively raised my hand, my fingertips touching not the rounded curve I expected, but a flat, empty space wrapped in thick gauze. The sensation was foreign and cold, like ice against my heart. Linda watched my movement, holding her breath, and hesitantly asked: "...Do you regret it?" Regret? How could I? This pain was nothing compared to one ten-thousandth of the betrayal and calculation that couple had inflicted on me!

“I’ve been working for Vivian for three years. Managing her finances, her investments, handling her paperwork. And in that time, I’ve learned things. Things she doesn’t want anyone to know. Things that could ruin her.” “Why would you betray your own sister?” “Because she’s a manipulative, cruel person who’s built her entire life on lies.” His voice went hard. “And because I’m tired of being her accomplice. Her errand boy. Her secret keeper.” I moved around my desk, sat down. “What kind of things are we talking about?”

“My beloved sister is doing it again. She is betraying us the same way that she did with Alexandra. Only with Lexi it was a lot easier because she was young, foolish and was not understanding what she was doing. She had a lot on her mind. She was still in conflict. What excuse am I going to give her this time?” “Diablo, there has to be some kind of mistake. Maria is not going to do the same mistake twice. Your sister is not going to betray you again.” She said, and I laughed, shaking my head. She was being delusional. I knew that for a fact, but after Alonzo's betrayal, I expected that from anyone else. As painful as it was, I knew that anyone could end up turning their backs on us simply be

Like his whole world just got ripped apart by the one person he trusted most. “You wore a wire,” he said, voice low and broken. “You betrayed me. My own sister.” Grace started crying, tears pouring down. “You betrayed yourself. You turned into a monster… and you made me do this to you.” “You’re dead to me.” Those words hit her like a slap. She flinched, sobbing. “You already said that. But this time you’re dead to freedom, to your company, and to everything you built on lies.” They cuffed him and hauled him out. He kept staring at her the whole time — hurt, rage, and heartbreak all mixed together. The sister he’d protected had just stabbed him in the back.

At the sight of their smirking faces, a mixture of disbelief and betrayal washed over her, leaving her trembling with the intensity of her emotions. With a painful gasp, Elen stumbled backwards, the weight of betrayal suffocating her. How could her own sister and the man she had loved and trusted for so long have orchestrated such a despicable charade? The anguish in her heart reverberated through every fiber of her being, the rawness of her hurt and anger echoing in her every breath.

"Alessia betrayed us. Shame on her." Her words burned deeper than the photos. My own sister. Smiling for the camera. Claiming victory over me. I sank against the headboard, feeling my stomach twist. Three years of loyalty. Three years of devotion. Three years of believing in a love I thought was real. All erased. I tried to call Lorenzo. His phone went straight to voicemail. I tried to call Bianca. She ignored the messages. The world had turned against me in hours. Friends, family, acquaintances—they either shared the posts, commented, or whispered behind my back.

He manipulated me, and he never wanted to have a child with me. He manipulated me. He used me. I watched as they both turned to look at me before walking away. I was left there, transformed, surprised at the turn of event. His mum, seizing the opportunity, immediately pulled me by my hair and threw me into the rain. My head hit the flow as a sharp pain settled on my tummy. My eyes were already heavy, too heavy with pain, sadness, and betrayal, and the painful realization that I meant nothing to the man for whom I sacrificed my life.

That was the last thing she'd said to me before heading to the hospital. And then, hours later, the news exploded. The billionaire was marrying another woman carrying his child. My own sister blamed me for it. She came at me with a knife, stabbing me again and again. I still remembered the pain of dying at her hands, my own blood on her fingers. Even now, sitting here, my whole body trembled. However, I forced a bright, almost giddy smile. "Aria, you're not just pregnant. You're sitting on a gold mine. Word is Mr. Moore's got no women around him, and his family's desperate to see him married."

My sister came back after being kidnapped. She had no memory of what had happened. She saw the photos on my wall and became convinced that my boyfriend, Don Colton Turner, was hers. She hid under our bed. When Colton and I started getting intimate, she crawled out and accused us of cheating on her. She pulled out a grenade and screamed, "You've betrayed me! Neither of you is walking out of here!" Just as she was about to pull the pin, my mother lunged at her, grabbed the grenade, and threw it out the window. But Beth wasn't done. She pressed a gun to her temple and threatened to kill herself. In her mind, she was Colton's Donna, while I was his secret lover. My mother rushed forward to grab