My Four Adopted Sons Betrayed My Daughter Novels & Stories

"Sweetheart, your father and I tried so hard to stop you from running off with that broke nobody when you were fifteen. You just wouldn't listen." "And then he turned around and used the antiques he stole from our house to reinvent himself as some collector, and tricked you into raising his love child. At least now you can see who these people really are. Maybe some good will come out of it after all." My mother stroked my hair. My father slammed his cane on the floor. "That son of a bitch. How dare he treat my daughter like this. I'll have his gallery shut down so fast he won't know what hit him."

He was my father too, adopted doesn’t mean borrowed, it doesn’t mean I was fucking here to make them have the title of being fathers, no it was my burden as well It was something that broke me into pieces Adopted means chosen. But after all mu shit show, I still left in the end, oh lord am so selfish and when when I left, it felt like betrayal, I couldn’t breathe and I knew it, I was dying quietly, slowly, the kind that at one point people wouold start to here oh my God he fucking collapsed, but I still had to be strong, i* not for me, for my father. He hugged me at the door.

"You adopted me to dim my light so Vanessa could shine brighter. Don't pretend now that it was charity." His jaw grew slack. "You adopted me so you could make me second best to your daughter.” I looked at each of them in turn. "Find someone else to take the fall for your embezzlement crimes. I'm out." I turned and walked away from those rotting hearts without a glance back. My mother screamed threats to my back as my father called me every ugly name that his pea sized brain could think of. I didn't even spare a glance when Vanessa collapsed into dramatic sobs.

When my daughter was born, she was diagnosed with severe asthma. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to protect her for the rest of her life. In my previous life, I selected four exceptionally gifted orphans, intending to raise them into my daughter’s most reliable protectors. But when we were completing the adoption paperwork, they shielded a girl behind them and stared at me defiantly. “Godmother, we’re not leaving unless you take our little sister with us!” Thinking there was no harm in taking in one more child, I brought all five of them back to the estate. For ten whole years, I poured every resource the family had into them. I thought they would protect my daughter and keep her safe and ca

Six months later, I bought my own place. On my birthday, the doorbell rang. My parents, my three brothers, and Diana were standing outside. My father was holding flowers, and instead of walking right in like he used to, he asked, "May we come in?" I stepped aside. The table was small, and there weren't enough chairs. Lucas went to get more without being asked. Ethan hung up everyone's coats. Noah asked if he could put the cake in the fridge.

"The next time I see you near my son, I will have you confined. you know what you did. I hate betrayal more than anything you could ever speak of. you were suppose to be my best friend and most of all, my sister but look at how you and your father treated us. You betrayed the sanctity of the family relationship we had. I never want to have anything to do with you or your Dad....I know your father orchestrated the plan that had my father killed and I will never forgive him for that. you are lucky I only took away his power cause if I wanted, I would have taken away his power and his freedom"

I grit my teeth and push myself up, refusing to stay down. My father takes a slow step forward, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze heavy with disappointment. No, not disappointment. Disgust. “This,” he announces, his voice carrying through the night, “is what happens when you betray your pack.” His words are daggers, piercing straight through my chest. The murmurs around me grow louder, agreement rippling through the crowd. “My own daughter,” he continues, his voice colder than I’ve ever heard it, “chose the enemy over her family. She lay in his bed, shared his protection, bore his mark—”

The walls, the chairs, and the table felt like they were listening too. I drew another breath. Slowly, the words became a little heavy to release, but I somehow managed to gather enough courage to spill everything in front of him. “My mother eventually found me. By then, she had adopted another daughter and had a younger son. The adopted daughter was favored. I was overlooked.” Haunting memories came. The years I suffered became as fresh as a cut-up wound. I tilted my head to the side. I clasped my hands underneath the table, shaking uncontrollably.

She wanted to scream, cry, or run—but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Adam’s response was sharp and cutting. “It’s not mine. It’s Sanchez’s. Your daughter is nothing but a slut. And never in my life would I stoop so low as to impregnate the daughter of the man who ruined my family!” Adam’s voice trembled, not with fear, but with raw pain. “You stole my mother from us! Because of you, my father took his own life. And you—what did you do when I came to you, begging for help, crying? You turned your back on me! You blamed my father, said he suffocated my mother, but that’s not an excuse for betrayal! If you’d done the right thing, my father might still be alive today!”

If we are going to be mother and daughter then this part of our lives should be crossed over and sealed. “My child’s father betrayed me. He lured me into a contract with one purpose in life to bear him children so his wife could take them when I deliver. His family were in the know and played along except his sister. I got to know when she came back to reveal the truth. I couldn’t believe my ears. The betrayal hurt. I left because I would never give my child to him or his wife. My child will be born and I will get to be his mother and raise him. No one will raise my child when I’m alive. It’s my hurting reality so hurt I try to act strong for my son…” liquid drops on my cheek unbeknownst to