A Traitor To Memory Mga Nobela at Kwento

Until the cleansing was done, no one could get any closer. I looked at Marcus. The man who had bought me my first training uniform was also the same man who had almost killed me with his own hands a moment ago. His eyes were full of regret and fear, but I could not feel sad anymore. I could feel my heart slowing down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus edging backward. He wanted to slip into the forest before Victor called for the inevitable retreat. "Lucian..." I forced the words out of my mouth even when I was gasping. "Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!"

They were so disappointed and ashamed of me that they eventually committed suicide. Meanwhile, Francesca used me as a stepping stone. She packaged herself as an innocent and resilient streamer. "No woman would ever use their reputation to accuse a man," she said to her audience. "If I could, I'd rather not be famous because of my tragedy." Her oh-so-innocent words and her red-rimmed eyes immediately made her audience wish I were dead. After my release two weeks later, one particularly self-righteous netizen pushed me off an 18-story building.

┈◆┈┈◇┈┈•⊰⊱•┈◆┈◇┈┈ Leonardo ┈◆┈┈◇┈┈•⊰⊱•┈◆┈◇┈┈ The word TRAITOR had remained on my desk since the previous night. By morning, I had memorized most of the file Padrino gave me yet the information inside had produced more questions than answers.

"Will, Mia was your daughter! On her birthday, you promised she'd be the happiest girl in the world. How could you turn your back on her now? "Peter, Mia was your niece. When she drew that family portrait, you told her we'd be a family forever. Have you already forgotten that promise? "And let's not forget you, Jeremy. Weren't you the one who vowed to protect me and Mia for the rest of our lives? Yet here you are, dismissing it all as an accident. How can you do this? Have you lost all sense of right and wrong?" Tears streamed down my cheeks, but beneath the sorrow, my eyes blazed with anger.

“The Den. They were going to kill everyone inside. I couldn’t let that happen.” He paused, his hand on the door. He didn’t look back. “You should have come to me,” he said, and the words were heavy with a final, crushing disappointment. “A true Alpha trusts his pack. A traitor trusts only his secret.” He left. The bar dropped again, the sound echoing in the hollow space. I slid down the wall to the dirt floor, clutching my ribs. He was right. I was a traitor. But I was also the only one who had seen what was coming. The weight of that truth was my prison, heavier than any logs.

More questions bubble in my mind but I stop. "Instead of answering all your questions let me get to the point, all will be clear soon I promise, now, first, I must warn you, your rejection of Ace has turned his wolf feral, he is not aware of this yet, but it is affecting him mentally, he is unstable right now and needs to be stopped " she smiles reassuringly at me before continuing. "I also want to say that your wolf is the strongest I have met in a very long time, she, her name is Lexi by the way, she has been protecting you, somehow she was able to block everything negative that has occurred to you since the rejection, she was able to block it all to help you, I have never seen 2 beings as

I had loved my grandfather and I never even met him and to have him break my heart like this was just too much to bear. So without thinking I was doing the one thing that would make everyone happy. I looked over at the neuroscientist with my resolve and spoke the words that would be the end of who I was, hopefully forever. “You can erase my memories, I have no need for them since Bella Emerson is dead.”

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

“I’ve crossed worse.” Matilda shook her head. “This isn’t you.” “You don’t know what I had to survive.” That silenced her. Olivia inhaled slowly, then met her friend’s eyes. “I’m not doing this for fun, Matilda. Or pride. I’m doing this because the last time I trusted the system to tell the truth, it almost buried mine.” Matilda’s mouth pressed into a line. “So you’re going dark.” “I’m going strategic.” “And what do you want me to do?”

The room feels impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sofia glances at me, her eyes wide, pleading. She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I swear she’s about to break down. “The traitor,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “is someone close to Marco. Someone he’s trusted for years.”