Betrayed Sister Novels & Stories

I shook my head slowly my heart pounding furiously. “Liar !!The only truth I know is that you are evil. You are heartless and that you…I said, “and that you betrayed me.” His eyes flickered. “Betrayed?” he repeated like the word tasted like sour candy. “Yes,” I said. “You sold me like I meant nothing. You turned your back on your own sister immediately after our parents death. You immediately pronounced me a slave right after our parents cremation. You didn't allow me mourn them. I wasn't allowed to greif the death of our parents.”

"Yes. My sister came before everything. Over loyalty. Over the organization. Over you. And I would make the same choice again for she is all that I have.” I stood in front of a man, and I could really feel it. Seven years of betrayal. Of secrets and lies and information bleeding out of my organization like blood from a wound. By a girl I didn’t even know existed. The result of a decision made under the most intense pressure imaginable. Raven perched on the desk's edge. She was watching me.

And for defying my family's will, I had paid the price. My syndicate had dragged me into the punishment hall. Forced me into their brutal Blood Oath Reckoning, a ritual meant for traitors, not heirs. A punishment he watched from behind barred doors as I bled for choosing him. I thought I could love him forever and ever. But tonight changed everything. Ten years later, I’m going back. Back to the Hale estate. Back to reclaim the power and identity I once threw away. From this moment on, I would live my own life, and Pierce Voss would be nothing but a closed chapter.

Serena A month later I woke up to the splitting light shinning into my eyes, I darted my gaze around, to the sight of test tubes, monitors, drips... And then it all came back to me. The accident, Liam, Ethan and Lucas, the step brother I was supposed to avoid. "Mrs Warrick, you're awake," A doctor called, stepping into the room. "What did you call me?" I asked, my throat raw, anger bobbing from my insides.

“And for good measure… embedded your little boot tracker in the corpse. They’ll find it on what they believe is you. The words struck like a physical blade, twisting deep. The tracker… my last, secret lifeline… planted on a decoy Confusion crashed over me, colder than the pit floor seeping through my clothes. How? I’d only told Bianca. My sister. She’d been my shadow and my shield through every storm, the person I trusted with my life, my secrets, my everything. The implication sank in like slow-acting poison, burning deeper with every heartbeat: the sister I’d shared a childhood with, who knew every scar on my soul, had betrayed me.No. It couldn’t be her. Not Bianca. She wouldn’t…. She coul

“I wasn’t hard enough on myself, or this would not have happened. I would have protected my daughter more. She wouldn’t have had her own father disown her in front of all her peers and claim someone else’s child as his. I know I could have chosen a better husband. I should have, but I didn’t. Lincoln did everything I feared Anton would do. I still to this day think Anton had another woman in Italy during those two years, but he keeps saying he didn’t. Everything that has happened with Lincoln, and everything I’ve discovered that he kept hidden for eight years from me, makes me sick. I should have been more cautious especially after everything I went through with Anton, but I wasn’t.”

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

"Just... stop. I need to think." He nods, leaning back into his chair to give me some space. It would have helped, though, but there is no space in my head, no air to breathe. Everything inside it has broken into a storm-of anger, betrayal, confusion, all swirling together and blowing about. It feels as though I have been cursed to be betrayed, and not just by anyone, but a twin sister. Someone who shares my blood, my face, but who betrayed me for money. For Vincent's money. She supported the man who orchestrated my kidnapping, who destroyed my life, who tore me from Damian. And she helped him.

My sister, my confidante, had betrayed me in the worst possible way. As the minutes ticked by, I tried to make sense of it all. But I couldn't. I couldn't understand why Natalia would keep such a secret from me. I mean, we were siblings, we were supposed to be there for each other through thick and thin. But now, it seemed like our relationship had taken a hit, one that might not be so easy to recover from. Or it might be because she still could not trust me because I was one of Romeo’s men.

"It was just a dream, big sister. I would never betray you. Never. You have to believe that." "It was just a dream," I repeated, trying to convince myself more than her. "I would die before I let anyone hurt you. You know that." I wanted to believe her. Desperately wanted to trust that my sister would never do something so cruel. But the nightmare had felt so real. The betrayal had cut so deep that even now, awake and safe, I could not shake the feeling. "I know. I am sorry. The dream just felt very real." "It is alright. I understand."