Novel & Cerita Ash Betrayed

Kelsey Morgan thought she had the perfect life. Married to billionaire Flinn Morgan for three years, she gave up her architecture dreams to be his devoted wife. But at a glamorous party, her fairy tale shatters when she discovers Flinn's affair with Victoria Chen—his ex-fiancée and business partner. Heartbroken and humiliated, Kelsey receives an unexpected message from Sebastian Hart, her first love from seven years ago. Now a powerful tech billionaire, Sebastian has never forgotten her. He's been watching, waiting, and building a case against Flinn that goes beyond simple infidelity. Sebastian reveals the truth: Flinn isn't just a cheater—he's a criminal involved in financial fraud and illegal dealings. Victoria isn't just his mistress; she's his blackmailer, threatening to expose everything unless Flinn gives her what she wants. Caught between love and leverage, Flinn claims he's protecting Kelsey, but his lies run too deep. With Sebastian's help, Kelsey files for divorce and prepares to destroy the empire built on deception. But as she navigates this dangerous game of revenge between two powerful billionaires, she must ask herself: Is Sebastian truly her savior, or is she just another piece in his war against Flinn? In a world where billions can't buy loyalty and betrayal comes with a price, Kelsey must choose between the husband who broke her heart and the ex-lover who promises to heal it—before both men destroy her completely.

After their biological son returned, my parents sent me away to Exile Island. Once one set foot on that island, one would become prey for the wealthy. Yet, they ignored my pleas, allowing those rich men who arrived on the island to take turns tormenting me. In just a few days, photos of what I had suffered on the island were sent straight to my fiancée, the heiress of an elite family from the capital. She didn’t speak up for me. Instead, she turned around and publicly announced her engagement to the true heir. During an interview, someone asked her about me. Her whole body trembled with anger as she snapped, “Him? I never expected he’d turn out like that, running wild overseas, sleeping around like some kind of degenerate. It’s disgusting.” My parents put on a show of heartbreak. “We sent him abroad to study out of kindness. Who knew he’d behave so disgracefully? From now on, the Yule family has no such son.” After I was tortured to death on that island by those so-called rich people, my fiancée and the true heir held a wedding worth tens of millions. It was broadcast live across the internet, drawing unprecedented attention. However, even more spectacular than their wedding was the wedding gift I had sent them.

Once, Seraphina Ardentia was the promised queen of the Valorian Kingdom, beloved fiancée to the crown prince and heir to a legacy of light. Then came betrayal. Her sister stole her crown. Her fiancé condemned her name. Her family left her to die when the monsters came. But the gods were watching. And one, the forgotten Goddess of Balance, offered her something far crueler than mercy: “Rise, child of ruin. Devour what wronged you.” Now reborn with silver hair and a mark that whispers of fate, Seraphina hides behind a false name and begins to rebuild her power, one lie, one thread, one death at a time.

Betrayed by her mate. Rejected by her pack. Condemned to die. Selene Blackmoor was supposed to be Luna. Instead, she became a servant in her own pack mocked for being an orphan and treated as if she never belonged. The final blow comes when her Alpha mate, Kael, chooses her best friend over her and allows the pack to brand her a traitor. On the night of her execution, Selene escapes with nothing but her shattered heart and a burning desire for revenge. She swears she will never bow to anyone again. But beyond the borders of her pack, dangerous secrets begin to unfold. The enemy Alpha she was raised to hate may be the only person willing to stand by her side. Even more shocking, Selene discovers she is the lost heir to an ancient and powerful bloodline one that could change the future of every werewolf pack. As old enemies become allies and buried truths come to light, Selene must decide who she can trust. Because the woman they tried to destroy is gone. And the one who rises in her place is powerful enough to bring them all to their knees.

I had always been a people pleaser. Yet somehow, I ended up transmigrating into the role of the vicious wife of a general. After three years away at war, Scott Holden returned and brought his so-called true love back with him. I handed over the main bedroom without hesitation, cooked for her myself, stayed up all night stitching a pair of matching pillows, and even had all the staff lined up to welcome her properly. But instead of being pleased, Jennifer Cross burst into tears. "This is all my fault. I have no name, no status, yet I'm staying here at Holden Residence, letting Lillian humiliate me like this. If that's the case, I'll just leave!" It hit me all at once. So that was what she wanted. A proper title. So I drafted a divorce letter for Scott myself, brought it to him, and said with an ingratiating smile, "After you divorce me, could you maybe keep me on the side as a mistress? My parents are gone. I don't have anywhere else to go." Scott flew into a rage. "I see right through your little tricks. Jennifer is just staying here temporarily. Are you really that petty?" From that day on, he never set foot in my room again. Then one day, enemy forces attacked. Jennifer and I were both captured and strung up on the city wall, forcing Scott to choose between us. Before he could even decide, I shouted eagerly, "I'll die, I'll die! I'm totally willing! I love that rush you get from falling from high up, that adrenaline spike!" After all, once I died, I could finally go home. But for the first time, Scott's eyes turned red with panic.

Lily was the little sister of my fiancé’s best friend. She was a mistress to a mafia Don—a sugar daddy—until his wife found out, and the clip of Lily getting beaten up ended up on the local news. Yet, somehow, everyone thought the woman getting dragged on TV was me. People at work who never liked me jumped at the chance to pile on. One of them even pointed right at my face and called me shameless. I tried to explain, “My fiancé is Sam Johnson, the CEO of Johnson Group. He’s handsome and ranked third on the Forbes list. Why would I become a mistress to a sugar daddy?” However, no one believed me. If anything, they looked at me like I was even more pathetic. One coworker sneered and pointed to the TV. “You’re not just morally bankrupt; you’re a liar. The CEO’s fiancée? That’s not you.” The TV was playing a breaking news segment titled: First Appearance of Johnson Group CEO’s Fiancée. And there Sam was, arm in arm with Lily, officially announcing their relationship.

 “Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sudden intrusion and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.  I was going crazy. This stranger was driving me crazy. I could feel her clench her insides at the sudden intrusion and it took me all the self control I could muster from my whole ancestors to not release in a single thrust. “Fuck Ella… you're doing so good… I whispered raggedly in her ears as her whimpers filled my senses.  I started slow but with each thrust deeper and harder than the last and when it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I increased my pace and thrust faster, earning louder and faster moans from her. I didn't know what I enjoyed more. Her ecstatic whimpers or actually fucking her senses away. ************************************************************ Elara and Dylan, two complete strangers, mischievously ended up in the same hotel room and they shared a night of hot passion after their drinks got spiked. Unknown to the both of them, powerful forces are working to unite the both of them for a greater and more sinister motive.

Luna Sky, a member of a wolf pack, was married to Alpha Blakes, whom she believed to be her mate. She had no idea that her husband and her best friend Tricia were having an affair until after they returned from their holiday in Malibu. As Luna discovers that her husband and her best friend have been cheating on her, she makes the decision to confront them about it, only to discover that she has successfully caught them in the act of adultery. Tricia did not feel remorse even after what she had done to her friend, Luna. On the other hand, Blake chose Tricia over Luna all because Luna could not bear him a child. Things took a bitter turn for Luna when they confessed that they already had an unborn child. Tricia did not feel remorse even after what she had done to her friend. After that, Luna was called a traitor and cast out of the pack. Now that she has returned as Kira, she intends to get revenge on the two individuals who subjected her to great humiliation and betrayed her trust. Despite this, she still harbours affection for Blake, her former Alpha. . . . …….

During a mission overseas, I shielded my younger brother from an explosion—only to wake up months later, my body broken, my mind trapped in the void of a coma. Grateful for my sacrifice, he repaid me by marrying my wife. When I finally clawed my way back to consciousness and rushed home, I found my son kneeling on the ground, sobbing as his college acceptance letter lay shredded in his fists. My nephew loomed over him, slamming a steel pipe into his back. "Lick my shoes clean," he sneered. "Who are you to think you deserve an education?" And there was my wife clapping in delight, dabbing the sweat from my nephew’s brow like a doting servant. "You’re just like your deadbeat father," My wife spat. "Born to be my stepping stone." My eyes bloodshot, I tightened my fists. Every last one of them would pay for this dearly.

When I went to register my son, Cody Vantor, for medical insurance before his first year of kindergarten, I was told I wasn’t his biological mother. "Are you sure this is your child? The system shows a different woman listed as the mother." I said nothing. I quietly snapped a photo of the unfamiliar home address, then followed it to the neighboring complex. When he saw me, my husband, Dorian Vantor, froze. His hand instinctively moved to block the doorway. "So you found out. But making a scene won’t change anything. I haven’t treated you badly these past three years." I looked past him, and my body went cold. The woman behind him was my younger sister, Summer Walsh, fresh out of college. She handed him a glass of water and gave me an apologetic smile. "Don’t blame me, Lennie. The doctor said I have postpartum depression. I can’t handle hearing a baby cry. Thank you for raising Cody for me all these years. I really am grateful." Just then, Cody, who had been waiting in the car downstairs, ran up. He rushed into Summer’s arms like it was second nature, then turned to look at me. "Aunt Lenora, don’t cry. Mommy said you’re a good person. That’s why she asked you to help. Daddy said if I behave and call you ‘Mom’ at your house, I can come back on weekends to see my real Mommy."