Novel & Cerita I Didn't Kill My Sister

Zack’s Point of View My parents always wanted my sister to be the alpha. She has always been the apple of their eye. Cia is older than me, but I am stronger and more intelligent than her. Before I turned eight teen, I killed my parents because I knew my sister would win the competition and become alpha. I took the opportunity and killed them before any of that could happen. I don’t miss them. I love replaying that memory. I would have killed my sister by now, but she begged me not to. If I don’t kill her, she needs to be my slave. So far, she has held up her part of the deal.

I looked up, meeting her gaze. "What?" Her lips curved into a smirk. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I killed my sister. Do I need to explain it?!" she yelled loudly. I remained silent. The woman in front of me wasn't Eliana, and that explained her cruel behavior. "A-Aliana?" She jumped excitedly, clapping her hands. "Bingo." "I killed my sister, Eliana, and I ran her over with my truck." I was filled with anger. "You bitch!"

He believed her, and greedy for her money, he struck me down with a blade. He announced to the world that my sister was his real mother and I was nothing but a human trafficker who had separated them. I never forgot the pain of dying. This time around, if she wanted to taste the bitterness of marriage, she could have it. I wasn't going to suffer it again.

My eyes are spinning, my head is spinning, the world is spinning and I can't breathe. "No! I did not kill my sister. I would never do a thing like that. Wasn't she at the hall just a while ago? What do you mean by…" my words are cut short by another heavy smack on my right cheek. I quickly look up at my father and he's fuming with rage. I'm still confused and angry and devastated. My sister can't be dead. And even if she is, I didn't kill her.

He did not know why but he felt like he could trust them. "My sister is a psychopath." he continued. "Our parents did not die in car accident, it was what she told Clara. They used to put her in a private mental asylum inside our current house as soon as they started realizing her psychotic traits. She killed them, both of them. She sneaked into their room and killed them. She killed them! She killed them!" He was getting slightly hysteric.

But I was just daydreaming—he would never defend me. "Her mother would be so ashamed to have a murderer as a daughter," a woman in the crowd said. Humiliation consumed me. With tears brimming in my eyes, I ran out. >>>>> Reaching my room, I slammed the door behind me and collapsed on my bed as I unleashed my tears. Everyone thinks I killed my sister, but that's far from the truth. My stepsister and I were on a trip together, then we met with an accident, and she gave up her only chance of survival for me and her son—he was seven at that time.

"What did I ever do to you? The only thing I ever did was love you, Lyra. So why…why did you kill me? Why?!" My legs turned weak. I wanted to scream, but no sound came. The air felt heavy, my lungs refusing to breathe. "I didn’t kill you, Mira!" I finally burst out, my voice trembling like a child’s. "I never planned on hurting you. I didn’t even know you were back. I never expected to see you there. I wanted to kill Ava, not you! You also know I aimed for Ava, not you. I'd never hurt you, you are my only sister, Mira."

I think I had hallucinations, I said things I shouldn't have. “ I'm going to tell the version that no one will ever know... only you...." I stared at him and waited for him to speak. “ I didn't kill my sister, I would never do that! “ The DNA matched yours... “The one who killed my sister was my twin, Romeo. He was always my parents' favorite... “ He took a deep breath. “ Who would like to have a son who dresses like a woman? I was their disappointment. Romeu was always the right one in the family, he never let them down in his life. He never made mistakes. Killing my sister was the only mistake he made. He was always jealous! He didn't accept that my sister l

“I can’t go back in time and change what happened, but I can keep you safe. Why did you do that? I asked you to stay away. You promised me that.” She gave me a blank stare. “Stop changing the subject. We need to talk about your parents—,” “I don’t want to,” I whispered. “Not now.” “Rage,” she whispered against my mouth. “You need to tell me what happened. Just tell me—,” Frustration filled my voice and everything spilled from my mouth like vomit. “I killed them!” I shouted. “I’m the reason they died, Neveah. My sister blames me for it!”

I stood there, feeling my heartbeat accelerate, as Miguel scooped her in his arms and rushed out of my sight, towards his official car and zoomed off. I stood there a mix of emotions running through my mind. Too tired to stand, I fell to my knees with a loud thud, as the scenes of what had just happened strolled past me; Jessica's plea for help, the tears in her eyes and how she slowly lost her consciousness. I couldn't just get my eyes off that scene. My lips trembled uncontrollably as the harsh reality dawned on me. I had killed my sister. I knew I hated her, but I never wanted to harm her.