A Traitor To Memory Novels & Stories

I mumbled rubbing the edge of the paper against my finger pulp. “First gain their trust. It will take some time. Zaroon should have some kind of trust on you too although he wouldn’t. He is hard to break.” Uncle said and with that he cut the call. I took a deep breath as gaining trust was a long-time process and I had to stay for a long time for that. Staying here give me the same level of passion for revenge and guilt at the same time when I saw these people smiling and talking to me. But when I recalled what they have done I started to hate the same smiles and laughs. Everything was fake. These smiles were fake as it wasn’t possible to smile with a full heart after having load of killing s

"The Family always protects its own. But Vincent, if someone betrays the Family, the consequences are severe. You understand that, right?" "I understand. I would never betray the Marconi family. And I would never betray you." He looked me right in the eye, as if he truly believed every word. That's the most dangerous thing about liars. Eventually, they even manage to lie to themselves. "Good," I said, raising my wine glass. "To our future." "To our future." The clink of our glasses sounded like a promise. The promise of the perfect revenge.

I clenched my hands. He does not know that. Besides, my love is enough for the both of us. When she wakes up and remembers who I am she will love me. All I have ever done was for her. She will forgive me. She will love me again. She will see that all I was trying to do was reunite us. “She will never love a traitor. A coward. When her memory comes back. You are going to regret it. She will want you dead.” “You are wrong,” I whispered, trying to brush off his words.

Maryam muttered. "You, why didn't you tell her what really happened? Or were you scared that she'll judge your bae? But I want you to keep this in mind I will forever hate you, both of you for putting me in this trauma. And by Allah I know that he will judge us on that faithful day cus he is the all knower. He knows what bad and good things we are going to act. So thank you Isma'il and Maryam." With that she left not bothering to look back at them talkless of hearing their insults.

"Goodness me, the truth has finally come to light. My heart goes out to the intern for becoming their victim when he's just a fresh graduate." "I'm deeply disappointed. If not for the new technology that extracts memories for the trial, Aaron's life would have been ruined." "It's Leia that frustrates me the most. She's an absolute piece of trash! It's bad enough that she cheated on her partner, but to be this evil and plot against her ex-boyfriend? She's a monster."

“After what happened with the last woman, you really want to bring another traitor into the heart of our pack? You want to give Luna's seat to someone from a clan we despise?” I clenched my jaw. Mentioning my first mate was the quickest way to unleash the monster within me. The room seemed to suddenly lack oxygen when the name ‘that woman’ was implied. The memory of ten years ago flashed through my mind, blood in the snow, a revolver, and the scent of betrayal I could never erase from my memory. Inside, I hissed. I know she's a traitor, Zandaya. I pulled the trigger, remember? But what came out of my mouth was only a cold, controlled voice.

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

Disgusted, I pushed Jayden away from me. "You're making it sound so easy. You're legally dead now, and our marriage was terminated after that. Why would I spend the rest of my life with you when I'm the heiress of the Hanson family? Oh, right. I know that you falling off a cliff was a lie all along. Nellie never saved you. You never lost your memories." Jayden stood there, gasping for breath, as if he had just suffered a terrible shock. "It was just temporary! I didn't know it was you who saved my grandma! Please don't say things out of anger… I know you still care about me."

“I really don’t. But you’re tempting me. Every second you stay silent, you’re tempting me.” The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating. Then, so low I almost missed it, he muttered under his breath, “I despise traitors.” The word landed like a slap. He yanked the door open and stormed out. The slam echoed down the hallway, sharp and final. I sat frozen on the bed, with my knees drawn up, and sheet twisted in my fists. Traitor. The word kept replaying in my head, louder each time. Traitor.

Ripping it off, a sight that made my blood run cold lay before my eyes. Cut into his very skin, a set of words awaited me and everyone else: “We don't take traitors.”