Novel & Cerita Real Sister Brother

Not because the surgery had happened or the confrontation in the yard or any single moment in the sequence of everything that had brought us to this room. Because Kasey was looking at me and waiting for the truth and I was done being a person who made him wait for it. "Yes," I said. "He is your brother."

… Nine years had passed, and the elders had aged noticeably. That car accident from years ago had been secretly plotted by our family's rivals. The mastermind behind it was already behind bars, but everyone still believed I was dead. "I'm so glad you're back. At last, my precious daughter has returned!" A pang of bittersweetness hit me. For the past nine years, I had almost completely lost myself. My identity had been reduced to Charlie's wife and the mother of two kids. Shifting constantly between those roles, I hadn't lived as myself in the longest time, nor had anyone truly valued me in that way.

Vivenne still refused to give up. Clutching my arm, she begged desperately. "Honey, I was wrong. I was really wrong! I shouldn't have said those things online. I shouldn't have complained to strangers. But I was confused. I just felt so wronged and needed someone to talk to. Dylan really is my brother. I didn't lie to you. Please forgive me just this once, okay?" Tears streamed down her face, making her look pitiful.

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

“I don't want to lose my son too!” I froze, he stared at me. His chest rose and fell heavily. “I already lost my first son, your brother,” he whispered. “I won't lose another son.” My brother, not my father...My brother. That was how I discovered the truth. The man I had spent years calling my father wasn't my biological father. The Chairman was my real father and the man I thought was my father? He was his brother. The revelation had been followed by another truth after another until I couldn't tell which part of my life had ever been real.

Daniel sat at the head of the table with my mom beside him, smiling like I'd never seen her smile before. Her hair was up in a bun, and I noticed she was wearing a diamond earring. I sat across from an empty chair that stayed empty until halfway through the meal. Then he showed up. My stepbrother walked in shirtless and smelling faintly of smoke and gasoline. He sat down on his seat, ignoring the angry stare his father gave him. “You’re late,” Daniel said. “Where have you been? You didn't even say hi to your mom and new sister.” “Correction Dad. Your wife and her daughter.” he shot back.

Instead, he tapped on the table and brought his phone closer. "Let's set aside whether the person who brought you away was Daniel or David for now. I will provide you with evidence that I am your real brother." Sam showed her his phone. It displayed Ethan's official announcement he had made back then with his own device. The statement declared that Rebecca was his younger sister. Rebecca's photo had been taken down from the internet, but her personal information still existed. Although some parts were censored, she could recognize the familiar string of numbers. Rebecca could never forget her own identification number.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

He sighed, "Okay, I should tell you this. That wasn't me. The first person to rescue you was your brother." I frowned, "What? A brother? Does it make sense?" "Not Ryan but your real older brother." I'm confused. I have a real brother?

Mom covered her mouth excitedly and quickly answered the call. "Mom, it’s Selene, I’m back." "Y-You... where are you?" Mom’s voice was filled with emotion. "Selene? Is it really you?" Dad asked hurriedly. "Yes, it’s really me. I’m home. Hurry back, I miss you both." When Mom and Dad rushed back home, they found my sister sitting on the sofa, next to a young man. Mom and Dad were both so emotional at the sight that they cried.