Novel & Cerita Book About Three Sisters Abused By Mother

She knew exactly what the truth would do to me and she destroyed my world with a smile on her fucking face. All I know is my mother and sisters better pray to the moon goddess I never see them again. I won’t be able to hold myself back from attacking them. My inner wolf will demand it and she will want to destroy them. I’ll fucking let her with a smile on my face. While I hope to forgive my sisters and mom for their betrayal, abuse, and their rejection, today isn’t that day. Right now, they aren’t my focus. Felix and Jasper are. I want answers from Felix, but I don’t know what answers I’m looking for.

"She may have stolen twenty-five years, but she didn't destroy me. And she didn't destroy you. We're here now." When I told them about the abuse, about the years of favoritism and cruelty, Victoria became so distressed she could barely breathe. Alexander's face went white with rage. "That monster," Victoria gasped. "She tortured you because you were mine. Because you were ours." "She made you suffer for our sins," Alexander said, his voice deadly quiet. "For our failure to protect you." "No," I said firmly. "This isn't your fault. This is Patricia's fault. And Robert's fault. And they're going to pay for it."

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

And there, trapped at the center of the chamber, knelt three women. The Triad Sisters. Their silver hair was dull. Their skin was marked with bruises and spell burns. Dark Obsidaris chains gripped their wrists, ankles, even their throats. Their eyes glowed faintly, flickering like dying stars. They were suffering. Truly suffering. Their pain pressed on me like a heavy weight. I tried to step closer, one step, then another, but the chains shined, and a shadow rose behind them. Silas. He turned toward me, his eyes red with rage...

One day, she even grabbed my hand on the staircase and pushed herself down, then screamed, "Cynthia, why did you push me?" And every time, Joseph and Thomas happened to witness it. She would cry and say, "I didn't mean to steal Cynthia's affection..." "A fake should be grateful just to stay in this house," Joseph said coldly. "How dare you hurt my real sister?" Gradually, everything that once belonged to me disappeared. When Sarah's friends bullied me at school, they turned a blind eye. When I was starving with stomach pains at home, they never noticed that Sarah was throwing away my food.

I feel so bad at this even till now. The book in my hand is a constant encouragement to me. The major character in the book is an eighteen year old girl who has no one to call her own, her mother died at a tender age. She was raised by her father, when she was eight, her father remarried and the stepmother came into their family with her three children. She was treated as a stranger in her own house, her step brothers and sister treated her like trash, an object of humiliation in the house where she naturally came from. She suffered humiliations, starvation, physical and emotional abuse till she finished high school, by then she was eighteen years old.

Mom said, and I shook my head, taking a step back. “I am not your baby. I am not your daughter. That Elena, that innocent girl who wanted nothing more than to go to college, to go to dance, to laugh, to fall in love. I was raped, day after day, night after night. He had men taking me…” I said, taking a deep breath as I knew to choose my words. The boy that they called my brother was playing in a distance, but my sister, who they changed her name to Yasmin, had her eyes on me. Tears formed in her eyes and I shook my head. “I was abused for years over something that I didn’t do. Neither one of you would know what I went through, nor can you imagine what I went through.”

She looks ready to bolt from the room at any moment. "shut up Diane.. Just shut up you weak bitch",Tyler's dad yells at his mate. The sister pushes him away and he backhands her hard and she goes crashing into the chair she vacated to protect her mom. I mindlink Tyler and ask if his sister or mom ever hurt him. I got no back that both were abused like him. Jared growls and the dad sits looking pissed. Mary tries to get up but collapses back down. Fuck she is hurt my wolf growls.

Laura was the third child, she had two older siblings and one younger sibling, they were all girls. Her two older siblings started to work as a stripper in a nearby club that was close to their house in order to send the remaining two to school, but it didn't work out. What happened to their mother happened to them also but this time, they were defiled and almost killed. The two older siblings developed a disorder and were not able to work any longer. Laura and her siblings were chased out of the house that the club provided for them to stay in. They had slept under a bridge that day and a few more months to come.

While ANALYSSA didn’t sound guilt-ridden about it, she didn’t seem particularly traumatized by anything that had happened to her, and that worried me that she was hiding a lot of pain deep down inside. “I’m so sorry, hon. That must have been hard growing up without a mom, especially with such a horrible father.” Her shoulders pulled up to her ears. “Honestly, the hardest part was when he turned on me and tried to sell me off as a child bride. I just…” She licked her lips. “Before that, I thought he loved me. You know?” Family betrayal was seriously the worst. “Yes, I know exactly how it feels when a family member crushes your heart.”