Sister Scandal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nora whined, “Come on Evie, don’t ruin it! Cassie, tell her how amazing it’s going to be!” I wanted to help my lovelorn sister, but all I could do was shrug. “I’m honestly not that fussed about it, sis. Whatever is going to happen tonight is out of my control. I’m not actively searching for anything, I just hope that everything goes well and that no one dies because of anyone’s power-crazed madness.” “You’ve both gone bananas.” Nora said with a heavy eye roll. “No one is going to die tonight, why are you so morose? Not everything ends in a war.”

Emily tried to pull away, but Robert's grip was iron. "I raised you! I spoiled you! I gave you everything! And this is how you repay me? By destroying everything I've worked for?" "Dad, please—" "Don't call me Dad!" Robert shoved her away so hard she stumbled. "A real daughter wouldn't have brought this shame on our family!" Patricia was crying now, mascara streaming down her cheeks. "The phone hasn't stopped ringing," she sobbed. "Creditors, lawyers, reporters. Everyone wants to know about the Mitchell family scandal. We can't even leave the house without being photographed!"

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

The finance team remained professional throughout, but their scrutinizing glances still stung. Every single transfer record had to be reexamined. I was forced to explain how each sum of money I had sent home came from my legitimate income. “This seven-thousand-dollar transaction is for your sister to buy handbags?” “Yes. My mother said it was her reward for getting into college.” “But according to your bank records, that was nearly everything you had saved at the time.” I smiled bitterly and nodded. The audit supervisor paused for a moment before continuing. “Your family claims these payments were hush money, and that you were paying them off after embezzling from the company. How do you exp

I was momentarily stunned before I asked, "Does Celine have loose screws in her head? Why does she keep wanting to steal my boyfriends? "She already stole Jeffrey from me, even though he was just a piece of trash. Now, she wants Gabriel even though we're about to get engaged. Is she addicted to being the mistress?" Mom slapped me the moment the words left my lips. "How dare you speak about Celine that way! She's your sister! Besides, I wanted to introduce Gabriel to Celine from the very start, which makes you the mistress in this case, since you stole him from her." My cheek stung terribly. The slap had also extinguished the last bit of love I had for her.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

Gilbert felt that he had gained experience outside these years, but he had never seen such a shameless person. "When you made a move on my brother-in-law, why didn't you think that my sister and you are family? Why didn't you think about how your actions would hurt and sadden my sister? Now that the scandal you committed has been exposed, put on the internet, and judged by the public, you're hoisted by your own petard, and that's also my sister's fault?" "Ellis, why don't you say that you being born into this world is a mistake?"

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

"The Harts are asking about the engagement date. Marisol wants it moved up before word of the scandal spreads any further." Scandal. As if Elira had done something to me, rather than the other way round. "Tell them I'll consider it," I said. Silas hesitated at the door. He'd served my father before me. He knew things about this family that most of the pack had long since forgotten. "You should also know," he said carefully, "that the housekeeper the Harts dismissed years ago, the human woman, was seen in town yesterday. Talking to a young woman matching Elira's description."

This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal. But there’s no secret that could be hidden. Just days later, the media caught wind of the scandal before the ink on the papers dried. My name, once whispered with disdain in social circles, was now dragged across social media even more. Headlines shouted betrayal and scandal, twisting truths into digestible lies. My sister Naomi’s pregnancy with my husband’s child was everywhere, turning our private pain into the city’s favorite afternoon gossip.