Backstabbed By My Bestie Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I opened my eyes, I saw Hazel White—my best friend—surrounded by employees, being ushered onto the stage. What was going on? I stared down at myself in disbelief. My body wasn't covered in sores, and my legs weren't broken. I was still frozen when an employee walked past and shoved me aside. "Hey, isn't this Ms. Moore's nanny?" she shouted. "What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you. Get out of here!" The sharp pain in my shoulder made everything clear—I had been reborn. In the crowd, Hazel glanced back at me, her tone somewhat impatient. "Why are you here? Trying to cause more trouble? Gosh, you're useless. You'd better not forget what you need to do later."

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

"You little bitch! Rachel was so good to you, and you tried to kill her!" Caught off guard, I took several solid slaps to my face. My cheeks stung like they were on fire. Just as I was pulled away from her, Rachel started crying again, "Stella, I see your true colors now. You're jealous of my family background and of how close I am with Carter. So, you wanted me dead so you could take everything from me! You're nothing but a backstabbing bitch!" I was speechless. Who exactly was the real backstabber here?

The two people I trusted most had chosen betrayal over loyalty. * * * * * * * * * * It was still early, the morning air heavy with silence, but I couldn’t sit still. My pain wouldn’t let me. I needed answers, not from Isabel, but from Jude. He had to look me in the eyes and tell me why. My footsteps carried me to his place as if I were possessed. Every step replayed his accusations from my birthday, the way he had treated me like I was guilty, like I had stabbed him in the back. And yet, it was him all along. Him and Isabel.

"Macie is my best friend. How could I have a crush on her boyfriend? But you, you're the worst part. You have a girlfriend, yet you still flirt with me. I told you it was wrong, but you kept touching me under the table, sending me videos, and dancing with me. You wanted me to fall for you. Why are you so cruel? The more I spoke, the more wronged I felt, and tears streamed down my face. "Tell me, how can I face Macie when you've made me fall for you? "I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten drunk and seduced you that day. But did you really have to send that text, making me run back just to see you and Macie together? Was it all just to humiliate me?" I choked on my words, tears streami

The memory of his lips brushing my forehead, his protective grip against Lucas’s threat, warred with the sting of my brothers’ cruel words. But it was Caleb’s betrayal that cut deepest. Two days ago, he’d asked me to be his girlfriend, his eyes soft, his voice earnest. I’d turned him down, admitted I cared for someone else—Sebastian. Now, Sebastian’s warning rang in my ears: Caleb and Vanessa wanted me dead. My best friend, Mia, lay in a hospital bed, broken because of them.

After getting out, I walked to the front door and let myself inside. The familiar hallway greeted me, quiet except for the faint hum of the house. I had barely taken a step toward the stairs when Adrian's voice drifted from the drawing room. I stopped in my tracks. His back was facing the stairs as he sat on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees. Alina sat beside him with her back turned toward the glass wall, slowly turning her drink in her hand. Neither of them noticed me. “I can't believe I finally made the decision I've been avoiding for years.”

I said and I couldn't hide the frown on my face. “What has happened to you? This is not the Ella I know. Siding a criminal over your best friend?" Mike said in disbelief. “A best friend that wants me dead?!" I said and his expression changed. “What did you say?" “You asked what happened to me right? Gloria. My so-called best friend was the one that hired the thugs that kidnapped me that day," I said and Mike shook his head in disbelief.

But amidst the chaos and despair, a nagging suspicion gnawed at the edges of my mind, whispering of betrayal lurking in the shadows. Driven by a need for answers, I turned my attention to Isabella Cruz, the enigmatic owner of the town's occult bookstore. Something about her had always seemed off, a subtle shift in demeanor that hinted at secrets hidden beneath the surface. And as I delved deeper into her past, my worst fears were confirmed: Isabella was working with Gabriel Blackwood, the very man we had sworn to stop. The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves of betrayal reverberating through my soul. How could Isabella, a trusted ally and friend, betray us in su

I forced a polite smile. “Well,” Chris said, already distracted again, “we should circulate.” “Yes,” I agreed, my voice steadier than I felt. As Chris guided me away, I did not look back. I didn’t need to. Sebastian Cross had already embedded himself somewhere deep beneath my skin. That night, long after the gala ended, long after Chris fell asleep beside me, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My body still hummed with the memory of his voice, his gaze, the way he had seen through me without asking permission.