When Family Betrays You Novels & Stories

He looked so nonchalant and self-absorbing, but I had a knack for not giving up until I'd exhausted all options, and I wouldn't leave this place until I'd poured out my heart. He swiveled his gaze toward Vladimir and then at me. "Why are you both standing like ushers? Don't you want to have a seat? Aren't we all family?" "Yeah, right!" I retorted sarcastically. "Family don't betray each other," I muttered under my breath, but obviously he heard it because the smile on his face vanished. "How so?" "Family respects each other's decisions and also have their backs. So if betraying your brother and acting like nothing happened is your definition of family then you need to be acquainted with your

“He wanted power, so he killed for it. Made a bargain with men that walked his path. Your mother paid in blood.” The cellar tilts. “Are you saying my mother betrayed your family?” “She made her choice. She betrayed the Rossi family for her father and died for it. Your father walked away with his life and your mother paid the price,” He says. My knees want to collapse. The photograph becomes a relic of deceit. How many times had my father told me to trust the man on our side? How much of my life was dressing over monster’s wounds? “You want me to hate my father? I ask.

But Grandma grabbed his arm and held him still. Then came the poison. Sofia looked at Grandma and said, loud enough for all of us to hear, “Are you really allowing someone who could go so far as to have an affair with his cousin’s wife walk freely in this house?” The room went still. She added more. “That’s the kind of betrayal that tears families apart.” And that was when Grandma lost it. “You are the last person who should talk about loyalty or trust,” she said. “Because of you, look at this family. Fighting. Cold. Torn. You broke it.”

It was from yesterday. “I never knew I had sluts for friends. You do everything for them and they turn around to screw you over.” My eyes skimmed those words over and over. It was obvious who she was talking about and I couldn’t blame her for being mad. I scrolled a little more and there was another post from a few hours ago. “Trust no one. Friends and family can betray you. You only look out for yourself.” I sighed and put the phone down. This was a mess. I could only imagine how Bridget felt. Her dad, Eliot and I had betrayed her. She was shattered and I couldn’t even bring myself to call her or even send her a text message.

To expand my family's arms empire, I personally blew our old base sky-high. As I surveyed the charred ruins, I filmed a video and posted it on social media. I joked that my family had suffered a crushing defeat in a turf war and that I would have to wait tables to survive. My fiancé Antonio, who had always doted on me, called immediately. Feeling mischievous, I pretended to be afraid and tested him. "Anton, my home has been leveled, and our enemies are hunting me down everywhere… I’m terrified. Will you run away with me?" To my surprise, Antonio gave a cold laugh on the other end of the line and snapped at me. "Know your place, Ophelia. Without your status as the Don’s daughter, you should t

Betrayal through trust. My stomach twisted sharply. “What kind of information?” I repeated quietly. Mom’s throat bobbed once before she answered. “Meeting locations. Patrol routes. Safe houses.” The room tilted slightly around me. It wasn't physical, but emotional, because suddenly, this stopped sounding like mythology and started sounding horrifyingly human. Trusting people. Being betrayed. Families turning on each other. Takoda looked away toward the dark kitchen windows. His profile looked carved from tension now. I stared at him. “Your family died because of that?”

“He can't be that bad. He had always been intolerable…” “He was the one who told the elders about your sister. He was the one who betrayed your family.” My blood ran cold and I shut my eyes as my head spun violently. That cannot be… “Who had the most to gain from your family's demise? Him. So are you really going to allow him to get away with it?” Images of my mother being burned, memories of her screams as life left her, images of my father being stabbed - they all filled my head taunting me and gripping my heart so tightfully like a glove.

The damage has been done, so what more can her words of comfort do? “I’ve lost everything to the Hails,” I told her. “My father. My company. My body. My child. There is none you can take from me now, so please fuck off.” I shut my eyes deeply as the tears started to water. Fuck… “Y…You don’t know how it feels to be betrayed by the only family member I can trust. You were the only one left for me, but you turned your back against me.” Then I let out a bitter chuckle, “But then again, perhaps you weren’t someone I should have trusted at all. After all, this is what you did to Mama and I, didn’t you?”

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

I wonder if my mother knew she was being poisoned by someone she considers her best friend how would she act. A chocked sob escapes my throat and I can barely contain the shaking that takes over my whole body. Shane Ryder betrayed me. Clare Haistings betrayed me. The Haistings betrayed my family as a whole. And I can’t even tell anyone about it because it’s all just rumors if I don’t have proof. Father trusts the Hastings with his life so it’s clear to me that even if I tell him he won’t believe me. More tears fall down my face and sobs wreck their way out my throat.