My Sister Betrayed Me の小説・ストーリー

“Because seven years ago, that woman pulled me from a burning car. Donated blood when I was dying. Saved my life and disappeared before I could thank her. ”Derek’s expression doesn’t change. “And you’ve been searching for her ever since.” “Every investigator. Every database. Every woman with a heart-shaped birthmark on her left ear.” I turn back to the monitor. “And now she walks into my office, working for my brother, planning to betray me.” “So this is revenge?” “This is chess.” I pour myself a drink. “Austin thinks he’s using her. She thinks she’s using me. Neither of them knows I’ve been waiting for this moment for seven years.”

"I'll take good care of what should have been mine all along." The world tilted. I screamed as I heard the roaring waters beneath me. The last thing I saw was her silhouette against the sky, watching as I fell. "Someone threw me in. They pushed me into the sea." I could recall hands pushing me, the shock of cold water. "My sister pushed me off the cliff." Fatima's eyes widened. "Your own sister? This wasn't an accident?" "No. She wanted me gone so she could take my place as Luna." The certainty settled in my chest along with grief I couldn't name. The betrayal cut deeper than the physical wounds. "She was sleeping with my mate."

"Damn girl, you told your sister my father is sick?" "I said that, so she'd agree to come with me here," Aisha answered, and my stomach dropped. I couldn't believe that I had trusted her. I was ready to move on as sisters. But I should've known better. But hearing now from her own mouth that she betrayed hurt more than anything. Viktor and Leo were worried sick about me, while I was here, deceived by my blood. She didn't even look at me. "You betrayed me, Aisha," I muttered, looking at her. "How could you do that to me? I am your sister, and I healed your husband when everyone else failed. Is this how you thank me?"

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: Ian Greco _*]:min-w-0"> The press conference played on my laptop screen for the third time. _*]:min-w-0"> I sat in the cheap motel room I'd secured two towns over, watching my sister systematically dismantle three years of careful work. Every manipulation technique exposed. Every target identified. Every manipulation tactic laid bare for the world to analyze and defend against. _*]:min-w-0"> She'd betrayed me. My own sister, the one person I'd trusted to understand that sentiment was weakness and strategy was everything, had chosen moral posturing over family loyalty.

I knew there had to be a story, and I knew it would be interesting—a perfect distraction from the haunting horrors Lucian had unleashed. “Well,” she began. “He betrayed me.” She went on rambling and blabbering about their history, their life, and a whole lot of shit. The long and short of it was a simple truth, he betrayed her. He betrayed her years ago and caused the death of her sister.

“You think bodyguards you appoint can be bought?” Amelia asked. “Unfortunately, I can’t trust anyone, even those I want to believe I can trust. My Beta Ethan…” I had to stop, to inhale and center myself. Ethan’s betrayal cut deeply, as did that of Victoria. “Even my own sister…” Amelia looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. “So that’s what happened. I was wondering where they went…” “You never asked,” I said.

It was painful to accept that the sister who had always claimed to love me wanted me dead. “Your silence speaks volumes, Christie,” remarked Seth, realizing that I had been betrayed by somebody I trusted a lot. “Who was it? Do I know that person?” My eyes watered as I spoke, “You wouldn’t believe me even if I were to tell you.” “Try me,” provoked Seth, wanting me to avoid keeping my problems to myself. I took a heavy breath to calm down the agitation that accompanied the name of the woman who had betrayed me. It wasn’t easy to express how I felt. Nonetheless, I tried. I told him everything that had taken place between my sister and me.

She nodded reluctantly, and I scoffed in disappointment. Unbelievable. She was the only person I thought I could trust with this secret, but she betrayed me. My own sister betrayed me. I didn't know what pushed her into telling them, or if she was persuaded by our parents, but whatever her reason was, it would be unacceptable. I knew the consequences that might come if I told them about this, that's why I chose not to let them know, for now. But it seemed like the tables were turned and the joke was on me. My sister--- who was supposed to understand and empathize with me-- became selfish. Why did she have to do that? "All I could say is sorry," she responded, her tone was filled with guilt.

“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.”

Like I was some stranger she had never met. "I don’t even know what came over me," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady, but failing miserably. "I swear, I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t have an excuse, and I’m not trying to make one. I was selfish. I was wrong. And I betrayed you. I know that. I betrayed my sister…" My voice cracked, and I had to stop for a second just to breathe. My chest was tight. My whole body felt heavy.