Ashes Of Betrayal Novels & Stories

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

His face contorted with unfathomable anguish, his eyes mirroring a profound loss that words could never capture. As I stood amidst the ruins, the gravity of my reality crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. Regret, guilt, and sorrow intertwined within me, suffocating any sense of relief I had hoped for. The haunting echoes of Clyde's cries and the desolation around us were a harsh reminder of the irreversible consequences. The ashes of betrayal and devastation swirled around us, marking an indelible scar on our lives—a wound that would never truly heal, a tragic testimony to the unforgiving power of desperation and manipulation.

“I know the picture must have been important to you, and I’m sorry—” “Stop saying you’re sorry!” Asher snapped, cutting her off. She flinched at the sharpness of his voice, and bit her lips to suppress the tears that wanted to fall. Asher exhaled heavily and sighed as he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair. “Actually…” his voice was softer as he spoke again. “I’m glad it broke.” Jasmine blinked up in surprise. “W-what do you mean?” “It was a constant reminder of a betrayal,” he chuckled bitterly as he looked away. “But I was just too cowardly to let go of it.”

Yet, despite the rationality of it all, I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. It was a physical ache to think that I had fallen in love with her, of all people. Where had I gone wrong? I had poured my heart into our relationship, ensuring her comfort and well-being. And this was how she had chosen to repay me? The pain in my chest was all-consuming. “I will reject her! Reject her! Reject this bond!” Ash’s declaration echoed through my mind, his howl of pain carrying through the forest as he leaped in frustration.

Just dad's and uncle's very close and trusted ones went on with them for the deal. The whole Italian mafia, zax and his coward army were on one side and they were on the other. It was clear, what's going to be the result of the battle. But the pain of betrayal hurt them the most. Never ever he would have thought that his own brother like friend would betray him. That too for what, just the mafia throne. They fight till their last breathe but zax shot dad on his heart. Uncle was already injured, barely breathing but alive. He shot zax on his leg. Outraged zax pulled the trigger on him, 6 times.

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

Julian pulled me into a tight embrace, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve already lost an arm. I can’t wield a sword anymore. I’m useless too. Don’t worry! I’ll be with you forever. We can build a small house at the foot of the mountain and live a simple life. Wouldn’t that be nice?” It was not that I had never considered living an ordinary, peaceful life with Julian. However, the moment I learned of their betrayal, everything changed. Now, there was only one thing left in me: vengeance. I would make everyone who had hurt me pay the price.

"She's throwing another tantrum, isn't she? She did the same thing last time—took off the monitor just to threaten me. Unbelievable. Even with lives on the line, she still plays games like this. "Go. Find her. Bring her in and draw the blood. I don't care how you do it. Even if she tries to use that bastard child in her belly to bargain, ignore her." At the word "bastard," my soul—already detached from my body—wavered. My nails dug deep into my ghostly palms as I watched him, face tense with irritation, giving out orders. Not a trace of sorrow. Not even a flicker of regret. I closed my eyes. Tears slid silently down my cheeks.

She sat on the bed, oblivious to what was coming. The slap echoed through the room. Ash’s head snapped to the side, her dark curls shielding her face. Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. "You of all people?" My voice trembled with fury. "You disgust me, Ash! Do you remember the day we met? When I held you as you cried over that jerk who dumped you? And now, you're after my man? Shameless!" My voice rose, thick with betrayal. She didn’t answer. Tears streamed down her face, but she refused to meet my eyes.

The confident, vibrant spark that once defined him was gone, replaced by a palpable weariness. But what did that even matter? He was the one who'd caused all this damage. I stepped back, my voice cold and steady. "Don't pretend I'm the only one for you. You had a mistress while we were in a relationship. What makes you think I'd cling to a man already stained by betrayal?"