Backstabbed Novels & Stories

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.

Diego, ever defiant, spat venomous threats as he was taken away in handcuffs. The betrayal didn’t just hurt; it humiliated him. Gabriel had built an empire on calculated decisions and careful planning, but this—falling for a manipulative woman—exposed his vulnerability for everyone to see. The media pounced on the story. Articles painted him as a naive billionaire, duped by a cunning woman. His grandmother, who had once adored Antonia, looked at him now with pity rather than pride.

The project—an innovative tech company with the potential to disrupt the industry—was his baby, and he had poured everything into it: his time, his energy, his money. But that dream had shattered faster than glass. The company had crashed and burned, and it wasn’t just the financial losses that had stung. It was the betrayal. The people he had trusted—his partners, his closest allies—had turned on him. Behind his back, they had made deals that undercut him, bled him dry, and left him to face the fallout alone. They had been smiling in his face one minute and planning his downfall the next.

A chilling realization sends shivers down my spine. “Wha-a-t,” I choke out, more blood gurgling up my throat as a fiery ache blossoms my back. The realization hits me like a sledgehammer. I’ve been stabbed in the back, both physically and mentally, the betrayal cutting deep into the core of my being.

, my voice broke. "Who told you that I teamed up with hunters?", he mocked. "At least, don't lie to me. There's no one to hear. Fight like a fighter not like a coward or backstabber", I spat. "Backstabber? You know what that means, Fiama. Backstabbers betray those who are with them. Were you ever with me, Fiama? Instead, you kept running away from me" "So, you admit that you have done that?". He said nothing instead I heard a roll of laughter. I could never be wrong to recognise him.

Satana, caught off guard, turned too slowly to react. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, a dagger pierced through Satana's back, emerging on the other side. The arena, once a stage for a three-way struggle, now bore witness to an unforeseen twist. Satana's face contorted in a mixture of shock and pain, the unexpected betrayal etched in the furrows of his brow.

The person I had once considered a friend had turned out to be the puppet master, pulling the strings from behind the scenes. The depth of the betrayal was unfathomable. It was a twisted game of power and revenge, where love had become collateral damage. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, as I grappled with the harsh reality that the one person I had trusted implicitly had been used as a pawn in a game of manipulation and destruction.

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?”

" You witch how dare you take my boyfriend?. I trusted you and shared my secrets with you but what did you do in return huh you went ahead and stole my boyfriend! I was there for you when no one else wanted to be your friend but you used me to climb on the popular ladder by sleeping with my boyfriend. How could you Scarlet Reyes how could you?. After everything I did for you, you went ahead and backstabbed me. I will never forgive you for this. You are such a cheep w***e a snake in the grass. you are the worst person to ever walk on this earth and I pray you rot in hell because that's what you deserve you wench..." Gaps echoed through the hall way as now every