Novel & Cerita After Betrayal I Chose Myself

"Zainab I'm sorry for everything. I don't think you really know how I feel or how I desperately need your forgiveness. I love you so freaking much that it hurts. If there's anything I could do..." "There's something that you could do for me right now." "Just mention it." "Embrace me." And he did embraced her in the dark, in the middle of the sea full of candles. He did embraced her under the light of a thousand stars. He did embraced her because he desperately wanted to. He did embraced her because it's halal. They're halal And he embraced her because they are meant to be even after he Betrayed her. *****

I was under anesthesia again for the third time in a very short time frame. Gabriel was at my side when I woke up, holding my hand and resting his head against the stretcher’s rail. The grief on his face did nothing to alleviate what I was feeling. Completely lost. I thought having cancer was the worst thing that could ever possibly happen to me, but I was wrong. So wrong! My heart was broken and I felt like a complete failure of a human. I felt completely betrayed by my own body and I hated myself. Tears of rage rolled down my cheek which the nurse took for grief. Sure I was grieving the loss of the baby I had created a future for, but I was so angry with myself. I didn’t understand what I

Their betrayal would become the catalyst for my transformation, the fuel that propelled me towards my own personal triumph. And as I gazed into the mirror, meeting my own determined gaze, I whispered, "I will rise from the ashes of their deceit and become a force to be reckoned with! They will regret underestimating me! For hurting me! They are gonna pay for it!” The memories of their betrayal may have haunted me, but they would not define me. I was given a second chance to live again. I wouldn’t squander it. I was Willow, reborn and ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. I will set forth on my journey of self-discovery, vowing to reclaim my power and rewrite my own story.

He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."

"Your whole family, you're all liars! I already paid the deposit for your villas. What more do you want? You were planning to scam me out of everything! Well, I’m canceling the villas right now! I’m not getting engaged! I’m suing you!" With that, I turned and ran out the door. Upon hearing that their precious villas were slipping away, Allen’s parents panicked. Mr. Cooper grabbed a wine bottle, ready to smash it over his son’s head. Overwhelmed, Mrs. Cooper fainted on the spot. Chaos ensued. Some guests tried to stop Mr. Cooper from attacking, while others scrambled to call 911. Amidst the pandemonium, with my back to them all, I smiled. 'Allen, I told you—if you betrayed me, I would make su

“Are you pulling these pathetic stunts now just to keep me from seeing Elias? You had the gall to betray me, Lupita. Can’t you handle being betrayed in return?” I was too weak to fight back. I clutched his sleeve, pleading, “No, Cain, I’m not faking it, and I never betrayed you… Please, take me to the healer.” “Take you to the healer? Fine. Strip naked, get on your knees, and beg me. Do that, and I’ll take you.” At Cain's familiar litany of humiliation, the explanations died on my lips. To survive, I began to undress under his loathing gaze.

I'd just smile, shake my head, and say, "I want to. I'd do anything for you." But those moments of self-sacrifice now felt like needles stabbing into my heart. "You know that I wanted you to walk again more than anyone else in this world. You saw what I went through…" I bit my lip and tried to keep my voice from breaking or sounding so fragile. She lowered her head, and tears of regret slipped from the corner of her eyes. "Callum…" She reached out, then pulled her hand back with regret written all over her face. The notification sounded for a successful transfer, but I didn't look at her again. Instead, I turned to leave.

“Come back to me, Zade. You’ve seen what they truly think of you. I can give you power, purpose, a place where you’re not just tolerated but exalted. Together, we can finish what we started.” I lifted my gaze then, letting her see a small, bitter smile. I made sure it looked tired, broken. “And all I have to do,” I said slowly, “is betray them again?” “Not betray,” Her lips curved. “Choose. Choose the family that never abandoned you.” I held her stare, my heartbeat steady even as my stomach turned. She thought she was winning. She thought she was inside my head, worming her way back in. Then, I gave a slow nod, sinking back into the couch like the weight of everything was finally too much. I

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?

My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month. Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project. That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records. He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad. He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office. The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below h