My Sister Betrayed Me の小説・ストーリー

, she blurted,a smirk playing on her lips as her face turned into pink blushes. “Am I not good enough for you, Alpha Michael?" she shrugged her shoulders, and wagged her breast a little making them dance to the left and right. “You are not enough for me Jasmine”, "you are Bridgette's sister and that's what you are”, my speech slurred a little. “Were you drinking?”, a smile displayed on her lips as she walked closer up my direction to smell my breath. “Do not come any closer” I yelled when she made attempts to perceive my breath.

When Cara posted that picture to her friends on Facebook, I was still happily preparing dinner for Jason. The moment I saw her post, I froze. The cup in my hand fell on the floor, shattering into pieces. I couldn't believe my eyes. My husband had another child with another woman?! And that very woman was none other than my younger sister! Worse, they publicly and openly showed it to me. Shame, frustration, anger, disappointment… All these turbulent emotions surged inside of me like a vicious tidal wave.

They were part of her plan just to win my trust, to use me to get close to Lexie again. And the worst part? It worked. I had handed my sister over like a goddamn sacrificial lamb, to someone I thought I knew, I trusted. The betrayal didn't just sting because she had harmed Lexie, but by doing that, she had proven that all those blissful days of our life had been nothing but an act. And I hated her for it. I should have rejected her, I still could… but I didn’t. Instead, I marked her. Bound her to me so she would never be able to walk away. So she would stay in front of my eyes and remind me, every damn day, why I could never trust her, or anyone else, again.

She leaned over to me and whispered softly into my ears saying, “I'm sorry, sister,” I didn't want to believe that she planned this all from the start? To let our father choose me and then disgrace me and take my place. He always listened to her. No, Gina wouldn't. She loved me, she would never. I tried to discard those thoughts, but the truth was staring at me right in the face. My sister betrayed me. The world started to spin. My blood coursed through my veins agitatedly like a raging storm as flashbacks of recent weeks flooded my brain.

" I tugged my hand free of Aiden's, clenching my fingers into fists as I wrestled for the truth to settle. Damien, the man who had betrayed me, tried to ruin everything I'd fought to build, which was my brother. “This can't be real," I breathed, the words empty. The feeling of betrayal, the anger-it was a thousand times more powerful now. How could he do that to his sister? How could he treat me like that, knowing who I was? Aiden's voice cut into my thoughts, low, even. "Why didn't you tell her sooner? Why keep something like this a secret?”

“I swear, I didn’t want it to go this way.” “Then why the hell did you do it?!” I roared. He winced. “I was following orders. From someone big. Someone you don’t want as an enemy.” “You betrayed us,” I said coldly, my hands still gripping his collar. “You betrayed me. After everything I did for you.” “I know!” His voice cracked. “I know, okay? I didn’t want to. But he threatened my sister. He said if I didn’t do what he said, she'll end up dead.”

“What was that? What did you do to me?” He hesitated. “I can explain,” he said carefully. “Just come with me and—” “Stay the fuck away from me,” I snapped. He stepped closer anyway, and I flinched. “God, you’re a monster,” I choked through my welling tears. My words seemed to finally hit him like a punch as pain flashed across his face. But I didn’t care, or at least I told myself I didn’t. “I betrayed my sister,” I whispered, with tears now trailing down my cheeks.

“You lied to me. For Elias Morello. I should kill you right here.” Her gaze faltered and dropped to my chest. “I had no clue about Elias.” “Sure you didn’t.” Her sister had betrayed me, had ruined everything I had, and Bella had done the same. Every look she had given me, every sweet word she had uttered, had been a part of a filthy game. There was no amount of apology that could change that.

“You loved my own sister—your ex-wife’s sister—more than you ever loved me. Her mother.” Ethan completely froze. The defense died in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, to offer some pathetic, silver-tongued excuse, but no sound came out. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't spin it. The ugly, monstrous truth stood between us, exposed in the cold morning light. He had traded me for my own bloodline, breaking every sacred vow we had ever made. When he realized he couldn't win that argument, his despair instantly morphed into bitter, ugly rage. He glared at me, his fists clenching so tight his knuckles turned white.

Serena A month later I woke up to the splitting light shinning into my eyes, I darted my gaze around, to the sight of test tubes, monitors, drips... And then it all came back to me. The accident, Liam, Ethan and Lucas, the step brother I was supposed to avoid. "Mrs Warrick, you're awake," A doctor called, stepping into the room. "What did you call me?" I asked, my throat raw, anger bobbing from my insides.