Scars of Betrayal, Sisters' New Power

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in weeks. The dull ache of grief was being rapidly replaced by a searing anger. I scrolled through my phone, stari

hours ago by Holly Morgan herself.

ounge, looking pale but exquisitely beautiful. Jayson and Elliott were there, one on each side of her, their faces etched with what the captions called "devo

whisper, her eyes fluttering up at them. "You sav

ation. "Such devoted brothers!" "What a family bon

y placed her hand over it, eyes wide with a carefully practiced innocence, loo

erbal remedy for my difficult pregnancy, something to ease the constant nausea and pain. He had dismissed it as an "unnecessary

"Aren't Kaitlin and Jayde due any day now?" But these questions were quickly buried under a deluge of fawning replies and H

rivate message. From Holly. My

rategically visible. And a caption that made my blood run cold: "Some bonds are just stronger, aren't they, dear Kaitlin? Some people are just more irrepl

rile floor. The sound was deafening in the sudden silence of m

he constant fear for my pregnancy. He had denied me comfort, denied me care, all while showering Ho

k, but full of concern. She had

eyes, already red-rimmed from crying, widened in horror. "That bitch," sh

llen and useless, seemed to scream in contrast. The video had captured Jayson and Elliott as a picture of a devoted, co

th fury. "The one Jayson wouldn't get for me, because it was

blurred, not with tears, but with a red haze of pure, unadulterated rage. They hadn't just abandoned us; t

ifying intensity. "I can't stay here. I can't exist in a world where they get t

wn and take it." A cold, dangerous glint appeared in her eyes. "Let's prove them wrong.

able pain and betrayal. "They want an heir?" I murmured, a bitter laugh es

ed arm, her strength sur

quietly. We leave with a bang. And we make sure that when the dust settl

path. Now, it was time for them to face the consequences, consequences far darker and more irreversible than they could ever imagine.