When A Sister Betrays You Novels & Stories

Didn’t I make it clear enough that I was the only one with knowledge of what was wrong with her? I stood up, pacing the small lodge as rage built in my chest. All these years, I'd told myself Susan was weak, manipulative, petty. But this? This she was someone willing to commit murder to protect her position. She had done it before, why did I think she couldn’t do it again? The betrayal from five years ago had been bad enough. But this was different. This was my sister looking me in the eye, and deciding the best thing to do was to take my life.

“Okay…” “We are three siblings,” he added, almost like an afterthought. I tilted my head. “Why do I feel like this isn’t just a fun fact about your family?” Zarek exhaled sharply. “Because it’s not.” He straightened, his golden eyes darkening. “My sister… she’s very stubborn. And she betrayed me.” Betrayal. The word lingered in the air between us, heavy with unspoken pain. I swallowed. “Okay… shouldn’t we throw her a welcome party?”

She kept shaking her head, but I couldn’t just believe her. My sister betrayed me. “I am highly disappointed in you, Betty. How could you? You put Kendrick in danger!” I yelled as I watched her break into tears. “Kendrick has nothing to do with this, okay? I want to see my son. I swear if you hurt my son, they are going to come for you…” “Now you’re threatening me? This is going to be so much fun!” He uttered and broke into a menacing laugh. “Kilhan and my brother will come for you and I swear, you’ll regret this decision! Both of you!” I uttered, turning my head to look at Betty one more time.

I just sat on the cold concrete step with my keys digging into my palm and stared at the wall opposite me. Three fucking years. Three years of being the understanding girlfriend, whereas I was the glorified side chick unbeknownst to me. The one who never complained when he forgot dates. The one who made excuses to her friends when he bailed on plans. The one who told herself it was fine, he was just stressed, he just needed time. The one who always, always believed him. And to think that my sister, of all the people in the world, I never thought my own sister would betray me by sleeping with my man.

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence, every second pressing down on us like a hammer. Finally, I managed to breathe out, “Clara… are you sure?” She gave me a sharp, broken laugh. “You think I’d be sitting here if I wasn’t?” Her voice cracked. “What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?” I buried my face in my hands. My fiancée was upstairs, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about a future with me — a wedding, a home, a family. And here I was, sitting in the dark with her sister, staring at the proof of a betrayal that could destroy everything.

" 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?”

Dom now asks me, and I quickly shake my head no to him, before I say, “No, just my sister.” Dom at that moment then looked up at me with what looked like compassion in his eyes, before he says to me, “There’s no easy way to tell you this, but somehow your sister is behind all of this too then.” I didn’t want to believe what Dom was telling me, because I didn’t want to believe that my sister had been here to take advantage of our father on his dying bed. She had presented herself to not only me but to my father as the caring loving daughter, as she put me down for not being there for him when my father needed me the most, but there was no other explanation to what Dom had uncovered. I was at

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

"Where is your sister?" "She's dead" he replied. "How?" "She was killed by them and ràped, thrown over a bridge" "How do you know she was ràped and killed?" He said. "She called me, I have proof" he replied. "Where is it?" He asked. "At home" "Why did they kill her?" "Because I betrayed them" "And why did you betray them?" "Because I felt that it was all wrong" "Why now that you realize it?" "Cause, I didn't know what I was doing"

That I was stealing some kind of gem from my sister? No. When you betray someone and play with their life like that, you end up facing the consequences. And that was exactly what had happened to me.