Familia Hipocrita Novels & Stories

Realizing all her pleas and excuses were useless, the pitiful mask Sera had worn for over a decade tore away. She threw her head back and started screaming and cursing: "Bitch! That bitch Jocelyn! If I had known you were such a busybody, I should have killed you both back then! There's not a single good person in your Steele family! Hypocrites! Cold-blooded!

The family was of another woman who did the same thing as her. The real wife already took the divorce from the old man when he went around whoring. Surprisingly, this was the only thing I found dramatic in the whole rich family. Where is the Crazy Rich Asians and in this case, Italians are? Let’s move on… “You just believe in my boy; he was the most innocent and the cutest kid out of all the kids in the famiglia.” Victoria said as her Italian accent leaked a little, but she maintained the grace she always had.

“That’s right. She took her mother-in-law’s kidney for her ex-boyfriend’s sake. That’s Sophia for you. “Not only that, she’s carrying James’ child. “They’ve done every disgraceful thing imaginable. Am I still not allowed to get a divorce?” My words hit like another bomb and caused an even louder uproar. “What? Sophia actually…” “How disgraceful for a prestigious family to do something like that…” “A prestigious family? They’re just nouveau riche who made their money through shady means. No wonder they raised such a daughter…” The gossip and contempt filled the room. People loved nothing more than to watch a powerful family fall from grace. They enjoyed kicking them while they were down.

She ended up paralyzed from the waist down. She also accused me of tricking them into selling their house and pocketing the money, refusing to care for them after that. The event left them homeless and forced them to rent, while I used their money to live a high life. After hearing all this, the crowd began to curse me furiously. "I spit on her! How absolutely heartless!" "What an ungrateful woman… They should have strangled her at birth." "Those poor parents. She's so ruthless!" I stared at them, unfazed. When I spotted my adopted sister arriving late, however, a surge of anger rose in me.

"N-No, I'm not tricking you! You might not trust what I'm about to say, but I swear it's true! "I… I was reborn, and in the future, Clarisse was the death of our entire family! She caused Dad's death, made Mom crazy, and turned me into a cripple! I know this sounds crazy, but I know I was wrong, so give me a chance to make it up to you, please?" Insanity. That was the only word that came to mind after I heard what he said. "Go see a doctor if you're ill instead of bothering me."

"Hypocritical? Strong words from a young lady who's benefited quite nicely from this family's 'archaic' ways. Enlighten me." I lean forward, heat rising in my cheeks. "You talk about legacy and determination, but you're reducing it all to who can knock up their wife first. What about earning it through hard work? Lucian's clawed his way to the top of the diamond empire despite being the 'illegitimate' one—your words, not mine. And now you're dangling the CEO spot like a carrot? It's not fair. It's not right. You're playing God with people's lives, and calling it family loyalty? That's the hypocrisy."

"We're supposed to be family.” For a brief moment, he fell into silence, and the gravity of my words seemed to linger heavily in the air. Then, breaking the stillness, he let out a bitter, humorless laugh that seemed to send icy tremors down my spine. "Family?" he repeated incredulously, his voice oozing with contempt. "Family is nothing but a meaningless term, a convenient shield for those who lack strength.”

"The exact same way your disgusting father cheated on Matilda with Jaxx's mother all those years ago! It's funny, isn't it?" A bitter laugh escaped me, harsh and humorless. "The great, pristine Sinclair family is just a long, pathetic line of men who can't keep their trousers zipped! History repeating itself like some sick, twisted family tradition! Like father, like son… both of you too weak, too selfish, too entitled to honor the women who loved you!"

I said at last, my voice stripped of all warmth, “your husband died loyal to this family. He was a good man.” She froze at the mention of his name. “And you’ve been hiding behind his sacrifice to manipulate, to lie, to destroy someone else’s life.” I straightened. “Effective immediately, all support the family has been giving you is terminated. This house will be reclaimed. Your actions will be reported to the family council. What happens next is no longer my concern.” I turned away. I didn’t look back. The regret nearly crushed me—but beneath it grew something worse. A manic, obsessive certainty.

They look at us as though we're the filthiest thing they've ever seen. "They are no longer members of the Elite Family," "They deserve it," "Poorer than beggars," "Poorer than rats," says one. "Fallen Beckett's," From the rest, these are the top insults and ridicule I've heard so far. They were once my father and mother's pals, but now they only say terrible things to them as a result of a sharp aching in my chest. I'm not sure if my mother heard them or is simply pretending not to, or if she is allowing them to make fun of our family.