Backstab Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’ve built your empire on lies, Lucas. They don’t love you. They tolerate you. And when you fail, they’ll turn on you. Just like they turned on me.” “I’m nothing like you!” I roared, driving my knee into his gut. He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, he laughed, a dark, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. “You’re exactly like me,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. “And one day, they’ll see it too. Especially Sabrina. You think she’ll love you when she sees the monster you really are?”

"Nothing new, Jeev. You already know the reason. If circumstances weren't like this I might have considered giving a change to 'US'. I agree that I am very much attracted to you. And the sex is always great with you. You are the first person who I would always remember in all my joys and sorrows. But you backstabbed me with the witch, I hate the most. You clearly knew my hatred towards her. How could you team up with her to get me? It's a complete stupidity if you think I would run into your open arms after your betrayal. You didn't break my trust alone, Jeev. You broke our friendship of twenty years and also my heart... you caused a deep slash in my soul to remember for eternity. It will ne

he whispered. "No," I corrected, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. "A fool is someone who doesn't know better. You knew exactly what you were doing when you used my love to build this company. You used me as a stepping stone and kicked me away when you reached the top. Now, I’m just pulling the stone out from under your feet. Don't pretend you're shocked."

I scrolled through the comments under my public statement again, this time actually reading them: “Lillian is a class act. What a way to handle sabotage.” “Proof that you can fight back without stooping low.” “New role model unlocked.”

They stood by my side amidst the ruins of my life, ready to offer their unwavering support. "We're here for you, brother," Rome reassured me, his voice steady and resolute. "Herod's betrayal affects us all. We stand together in this fight, united against a common enemy. He destroyed our friendship!" Those words resonated within me, strengthening my resolve. These friends, who had once seen me as the embodiment of wealth and power, were now standing by my side, their loyalty unwavering. It was in that moment that I realized material wealth meant nothing when compared to the bonds of friendship.

With a smug expression, he parted his lips, ready to state his purpose. Before he could say anything, Mudryk declared. "You riffraffs! Are you blind? How dare you block our way?" Do you have a death wish?" Hearing that, Stab and his boys froze in shock. What's going on? That should be our speech not his! Quite arrogant huh? "So, you think this bunch of men can protect you? I laugh you in Swahili!" Stab gave out a pretty loud chuckle which to him, whenever he laughed that way whoever he is facing begins to shake with fear, but to his surprise neither Jake nor his boys shaked.

I shrugged while taking a swig from my bottle. “Did you hear what I said?” he hissed as he stared at me. “We are ruined. No one wants to help me. No one is taking my calls anymore. All my hard work and all the favors.” he grunted as he banged the table, “Everything is ruined. I was this close to having it all. I covered my tracks, thinking I had loyal people. I should have never trusted him. I never should have trusted anyone because they are all back stabbers. Adam should have been dead if you had done your job properly. You should have killed him when you had him in your clutches. This is all your fault. Why can't you do one thing right?”

“How could you do this? I thought you wanted to continue our business partnership! You kept calling her to be our moderator for the business deal, but instead, you were just looking for excuses to get her back. How can you stab me in the back like that?” “So?” Draco spoke casually, shrugging his shoulders as if it was hardly anything to be worried about. Next to him, I saw Rosanna’s face pale as she averted her eyes. “You’re accusing me of backstabbing when my consigliere is standing in front of a room full of mafia famiglia, siding with you as he tries to backstab me. Do you see me pointing a gun at his head?”

The public had seen this script before, and more importantly, they’d seen Celeste, unmoved, present, and uncancelled. And then, cracks began to show in Veronica’s walls. One of her longest-standing allies, a casting agent who had supported her for nearly a decade, gave an anonymous interview with a trusted journalist. “She weaponizes vulnerability, and when she can’t control you, she breaks you.” That quote alone went viral. Not about Celeste this time, but about Veronica. The tide was shifting, but it wasn’t until Vincent Marr appeared live on a third-rate podcast, sweating, stammering, and half-drunk, that the foundation beneath Veronica finally cracked.

Another taken at a party from a bad angle, me holding a drink and looking tired with my eyes half closed. The last one showed me in an unflattering dress that made me look heavier than I remembered. The extra caption under the photos read: “She pretended to be my best friend for years, then stole my man out of pure spite. Watch how karma works, ladies.” My stomach dropped fast. Heat rushed straight to my face. I scrolled down through the comments that already poured in. People called me a backstabber. A fake friend. A gold digger who only wanted Dominic for his money.