Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - From Betrayal to Power How Family Secrets, Lies, and Shadows Shaped My Fight for Control PART9 #33

Episode Date: July 24, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#familysecrets #darklegacy #betrayalandpower #psychologicaldrama #emotionalturmoil  In this penultimate chapter, the narrator faces the fallout of years of deception and lies. The family’s fractured bonds threaten to collapse entirely as past horrors and betrayals come rushing back. With trust at an all-time low, the fight for power becomes more desperate and dangerous. This chapter deepens the psychological horror and emotional chaos, setting the stage for a final reckoning.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,familydrama, darkfamilysecrets, betrayalhorror, psychologicalthriller, powerstruggle,emotionalconflict, hauntedlegacy, twistedloyalties, toxicrelationships, familycurse,mindgames, brokentrust, darknesswithin, emotionalbreakdown, cursedlegacy, generationaltrauma

All eyes turned to us like we were some kind of unexpected halftime show at a boring banquet. A pin could have dropped, and we'd all hear it. My breath caught in my throat, but before I could react, Andrew was at my side. Without saying a word, he shrugged off his tailored suit jacket and wrapped it around me like he was some night in a three-piece armor. His face had darkened, his jaw tight. He turned to Bella with fire in his eyes and snapped, Are you out of your damn mind? Bella didn't flinch. In fact, she doubled down, her voice rising like nails on a chalkboard. You're the one who's lost it. Why are you defending that shameless slut? The crowd gasped.

I could feel their judgment and curiosity crashing into me like a tidal wave. Pulling Andrew's jacket tighter around myself, I drew in a deep breath. I forced a smile on my face like everything was under control and addressed the room calmly. I apologize, everyone. Looks like my dress had a little wardrobe malfunction. I'll just go fix this real quick, and with that, I exited, heels clicking like applause behind me. In the lounge, I changed into my backup dress, a light gray, classy number I had stashed just in case the night took a turn, which it did. Instead of rushing back out to face the gossip tornado, I dropped onto the plush sofa and stared at the ceiling, Andrew's jacket still clasched. in my lap. My heart was thudding against my ribs, but I wore calm like perfume. A soft knock came, followed by the door creaking open. Of course, it was Andrew. His face was a cocktail of worry and awkwardness. You okay, he asked, stepping inside cautiously. Back there, yeah, I interrupted gently, giving him a tiny smile. I even fake sniffled for effect, pressing the jacket into his hands.

Thanks for this. Here, you can have it back. He hesitated. Bella didn't mean to go that far. She's just, you know how she is. She can't stand it when someone shows up in the same outfit. I laughed lightly, like it was all some silly misunderstanding. I get it.

Us women can be complicated like that, huh? Those words. That tone. It mirrored how we met months ago. He blinked, recognition dawning. And then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, hiding the grin blooming on my lips. And right on cue, the air cracked with a scream. Bella! She stormed in like a hurricane with great hair, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of Andrew's

embrace. Her nails dug in, and her fury could have scorched the carpet. Smack, her hand met my face, and my head jerked sideways. My cheek burned. My eyes watered. You vile, home-wrecking tramp, she shrieked, hurling every insult in the book and even inventing a few. Her mascara was running like ink in a rainstorm. Andrew looked like he'd just swallowed a bucket of ice water. He didn't touch her, but he stepped between us, shielding me again.

That's enough, Bella, he said through clenched teeth. We're leaving. Step 3. Activate Andrew's Night in Shining Armour Complex. Check. Behind us, Bella crumbled to the floor, a sobbing mess. Her world was unraveling, and honestly, I wasn't even sorry. Every tear she shed was just the beginning of what she and her ilk owed my brother. And this?

This wasn't even the worst part. Earlier that evening, right before the chaos, I'd had a little run in with Owen. He was already tipsy, drink in hand, eyes crawling all over me like I was a buffet and he hadn't eaten in days. Damn, you look hot tonight, he slurred, leaning in closer. Wanna go somewhere quiet and talk. I leaned in two, fluttering my lashes. This place is a little crowded. How about the lounge in 20 minutes? I'll be waiting. He practically wagged his tail in excitement, downing the rest of his drink and wiping his sweaty brow like he just won the lottery. And here's the thing, he was never going to meet me.

Because with the lighting low and his brain swimming in booze, there's no way he'd be able to tell the difference between me and Bella. Especially not when we were wearing the same icy blue dress. So, while I returned to the party on Andrew's arm, smug as hell, the real show was starting in the lounge. And then, like a fire alarm in a library, a screen tore through the air. Everyone stopped. The music stumbled.

Heads turned. Then came whispers, followed by footsteps stampeding toward the sound. Andrew's face drained of color as he recognized the voice. He bolted, leaving me standing there with a perfectly innocent expression. Let the chaos rain. To be continued.