Backstabbed Novels & Stories

There is no such thing as a permanent friend. With the right incentive, anyone could turn into a backstabber. I had learned this the hard way, so it wasn’t hard to consider the possibility that Siren could be double-crossing me. To be fair, everyone whose alibi I hadn’t cleared was a suspect, including Heston.

I felt like I had been stabbed in the back by someone I trusted. As I sat there, trying to process everything that had happened, a wave of emotions washed over me. I felt angry, hurt, and confused. How could Paul do this to me? We had worked together for so long, and I had always thought that we had a good working relationship. But now, it seemed like all of that meant nothing to him. I couldn’t help but feel like I had been used. All those years of hard work and dedication, and this was how I was repaid? It was a difficult pill to swallow, and I couldn’t help but feel like I had been taken advantage of.

“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?”

She wrinkled her nose. "Do you really need to wonder?" I shrugged. "I've been gone. It's been a few days since I've heard the sexy, satisfied noises you make." I widened my gaze. "But I'm free right now. We could take care of that?" Her smile dimmed. "I-I'm confused. Right now, I don't know what to feel. Chelsea was my best friend, and I can't help but wonder if any of it was real. Was everything really just a big scam, a way to move herself up the social ladder?"

Swiftly, I fled the office, propelled by the sting of betrayal and heartbreak. The stares of my colleagues on the way out were inconsequential; I couldn't care less. Now I understood why he changed the staff when he became the managing director, shielding his deceit from my awareness. I just needed to hold on until I reached my car. Fortunately, I arrived, staring at my reflection in the rearview mirror—pathetic and broken.

“But what if I told you I don’t even know who I am when I’m not fighting to keep everything from falling apart?” My chest tightens. I’ve never seen him like this, vulnerable, raw, stripped of his usual armor. I walk closer, my voice trembling slightly. “What happened tonight?” He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he leans against the table, his shoulders tense. “A deal. A betrayal.” He laughs softly, but there’s no humor in it. “People I’ve trusted for years stabbed me in the back. Money, power, it always comes with knives.” He looks up, meeting my eyes. “But that’s my world. And I chose it.”

“It’s really hard being rich, it’s blood-sucking!” “The problem with you, Engineer… you’re too trusting!” “I trusted you too.” “That’s what I meant! You’re too quick to trust. You don’t know that the people who are ready to stab you in the back are right beside you!” “What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

Played along. Now? I felt sick. He couldn't handle watching me go through the injections, so he told me to stop trying. That was last year. But three months ago, I went back—quietly, one last shot in the dark. And somehow... it worked. Funny. The moment it worked was the moment everything else shattered. I turned to leave, without saying a word. He reached for some comfort. "You must be tired, right? Go rest if you are." Then his phone rang.

I looked at their faces—full of false shock and guilt—and it made me sick. "Yes. The baby is gone," I said coldly. "Not just Violette's. Your six-month-old nephew is dead too. We told you, but you never listened." Adrian staggered back, his face turned white with disbelief as he whispered, "Are the babies gone?" he whispered. Then, as if the truth had finally landed, he exploded. "You were the Luna! You killed our child just to spite me? Are you insane?! You murdered my heir! I swear I'll—"

“We heeded your words, and we stopped a long time ago, so don’t start it,” I snapped. “If you’re here to tell me what an awful friend I am, I don’t need it. I’m not guilty and I don’t care.” “You don’t care that you backstabbed a friend?” The way she said it made my eyes round. Backstab her? Bella made it sound like I was the villain. But all I had done was follow my heart’s desire for once. I had not cared about the consequences, because that was what I had always done and was tired of doing.