A Traitor To Memory Novels & Stories

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All

"You said if I knew who betrayed us, I would kill them immediately, and it would destroy the entire operation." I stared at the bloody red cross over my own face, the horrifying reality of my situation finally crashing down on me. My past self hadn't just erased my memory to hide the files. She had erased my memory to lock the identity of the traitor inside my own mind. And until I remembered who it was, I couldn't trust anyone we knew.

I thought of my first family – my parents who’d betrayed us all and my little sister who’d suffered for it – and the family I had now, our few bright and precious years together. I would not betray any of it. I would not bow. It was hard to speak, one of the hardest things I’d ever done. But with a straight spine and a loud voice, I said, “I am not a traitor. I am innocent, and I will not bow.”

The revelation is as shocking as it is painful: someone I had once considered a confidant, a friend, had been feeding secrets to those who sought to reignite the flames of discord. During a clandestine meeting in a secluded part of the rebuilt city, I confront this traitor. The confrontation is charged with raw emotion, the air thick with accusations and shattered trust. “How could you?” I demand, my voice cracking with hurt and fury. “We built this peace together, and you chose to destroy it from within.” The traitor’s eyes, filled with regret and fear, tremble as he responds, “I did it for what I believed was the greater good. I thought I was saving our people from a future of false promis

Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back.

“So what can we do for you today?” “We?” he asked, looking confused. “Yeah, we. Balric and I.” “I’m not here for the Betrayer,” he replied. So he was in denial. It was time to show him the truth then. “Well then I’m afraid to disappoint you, but I am the Betrayer. I am no more innocent than him. I’ve killed five people. I can remember the first like it was yesterday. I was fourteen and oh so eager to prove myself to Balric. It was actually a lot easier than you’d think or maybe Mathias was just that weak. He was the bottom of the pack always.” Callius’s frown grew and he crossed his arms over his chest, but said nothing so I continued.

I remembered how loyal, honest, hardworking, and just I was, I remember the man who vowed to lead in the right way. I remember the trust everyone had in me, especially my daughter but I failed her, I failed everyone. I cast her out when she needed me the most and made myself her enemy as I sided with the evil side. I am now a man who has betrayed everyone who was entrusted to him, a man who defies the trust in him, a man who has no value to anyone except the enemy, a man who wishes for a time machine. I only can save the one thing that I could, which is my daughter. I will lay my life to save hers, I will...

“Your life? That’s the thing in question.” “I swear on the Moon Goddess!” I sobbed. ‘Surely they would remember that swearing on the Moon Goddess was a sacred act and believe me?” She tilted her head, that same mocking smile on her face. “Oh sweetie! The Moon Goddess? Do you think she listens to traitors?” “I’m not a traitor!” I yelled. “You’re in a room with traitors,” the man pointed out calmly. “That makes you one by default. Want to know what they do to traitors?”

Even on the day she was leaving she tried to talk Gwen out of it, but she was not going to budge. As she walked, she remembered the different places where the bodies of her comrades lay. She saw the places where she was sent to clean up blood and all the other stuff that came out of people who were killed. It was not a nice thing to remember but she could not keep herself from thinking like it. “In times of desperation, it seems like there is even a call for the weakest of us.”

I didn’t want to disgrace myself, and I didn’t want to disgrace my family. It felt like drowning. Like a giant hand was holding me underwater. When I obeyed, the hand loosened. When I disobeyed, it pushed me down again. I betrayed myself. I betrayed all the suffering I had endured. I was weak. I had never been to school. No one had ever taught me how to live, how to stand up for myself, or how to be brave. I was just a pathetic “Bunny Girl,” returning to a mansion I once thought was paradise. I believed I had been saved. I thought I had found redemption.