Backstabbed? Became The Goat Novels & Stories

Goat said and tried to push Jake off him. “Nobody else knew I was going to New York. You sat right behind me and listened to every detail of the plan as I told Bandit. You knew where I’d be and when I’d be there. You’re the fucking rat selling the Warriors out to the Night Stalkers at every fucking turn.” “That’s ridiculous!” Goat yelled. “Take your time, Nitro. Think about every deal and every run that has gone wrong and tell me who the common denominator was.” “Fuck,” Nitro said and turned to glare at Goat. “You were involved with every one of those deals, the ones you weren’t part of never got hit because you didn’t have that intel.”

Eager to impress him, the head of security pressed harder on my shoulder and kicked the back of my knee to make me fall to the floor. "Stay still, Mavis! If you stole from the company, you should've known you'd get caught! How can you do something stupid when you're so young?" My knee gave out from the pressure, and I nearly fell on the tiles. That was the story they had prepared for headquarters. A scapegoat, a forged confession, and the same lie repeated by everyone at the branch. They assumed the chairman would never bother listening to an intern. Once my thumbprint was on the page, the five-hundred-thousand-dollar gap would simply disappear.

Especially Jacob—the smile he'd been trying to hide vanished, and his brow furrowed. I stared at Debra in disbelief. In her eyes, I saw nothing but cunning. Then it hit me: in my past life, Debra had actually had a fling with this very same Gary. Suddenly, everything clicked. This was her setup. "Can't believe I was fooled by her. I thought she was so innocent." "Stealing someone else's mate—she should be banished from the pack!" The murmurs grew louder. The King of Beasts had no choice but to step in.

To admit he had ruined a multi-million credit endorsement strictly to shield her name felt like a massive strategic vulnerability. "Those who deploy back-stabbing barks behind a pack member's shoulders possess a corrupted essence," Kael snarls, inventing a harsh tactical excuse to cover his embarrassment. "I thoroughly despise wolves with sloppy character traits. Her presence simply aggravated my inner beast, alright? It has absolutely nothing to do with your value."

"The Aphrodisiac Curse was fake. The pregnancy was fake. My wife's betrayal was a lie. The doll was planted. Jennifer, what part of you is real?" She blurted out, "That's impossible! Those symptoms, I spent a fortune getting them from Southvale…" She clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror. But it was too late. Everyone had heard it. "Southvale?" Scott let out a quiet laugh, empty of warmth. "So that's it. You paid good money for a fake curse and staged all of this." Above his head, the number representing his affection for her plummeted. It dropped from 85 to 70… 50… 30…

Jesus. This wasn’t the Caleb Weston I clung to at charity galas. This wasn’t the man who told me I’d be his queen once he was rid of Delilah. This was the man they plastered across the news now—Fraud King of Weston Enterprises. And me? I was his little sidepiece. His dumb accomplice! I never knew he had so many dirty secrets. Nice. Real nice. I leaned closer to the speaker and said, “Baby…”

“Shaken and torn up, but that should be gone soon. I just…” “You’re hurt” he said and I nodded. “You know, at some point in your life, you want to trust that someone is not out there to hurt you. But I just keep getting backstabbed by almost everyone I see. Fucking hell, I think the only one who hasn’t stabbed me in the back throughout working with him was Giovanni, but then again, he didn’t just let me go for free; the man used me to get his things done” I said, looking up at the stars. My heart ached, and I couldn’t help but notice that Dante held his breath for a second.

You’re like that goat to him which people will sacrifice later after she turns healthy. I gulped in tension thinking about that situation. . #TBC

“But I guess we’re both a little bitter these days.” He slammed the glass down so hard it cracked. I sighed happily. The sound gave me satisfaction. “You think this is a game?” “I think you’ve had one too many.” I replied, glancing down at the mess in front of him. “I almost didn’t recognize you. What happened to the great Malachi?” He gave me a look that could’ve killed lesser wolves. “He got stabbed in the back and chased out of his own territory, thanks to a certain manipulative she-wolf who promised him everything and delivered hell.”

“He tore up the neighborhood landscaping. Property management repeatedly tried to stop him, but eventually your family turned that patch of land into your own personal vegetable garden. “He smashed a neighbor’s water meter. The following month, that neighbor’s water bill doubled. Your water bill was zero. Do you dare deny that you secretly tapped into the neighbor’s water line after the meter was broken? “As for the fresh burn wound on your son’s forehead, we confirmed he got that injury while causing a disturbance inside the restaurant and driving away other customers. After he did that, the three of you walked in without waiting and ordered your meal.” Under the officer’s relentless questi