Best Friend's Betrayal Novels & Stories

And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable, the pain, the shame, the regret. Why did I betray my sister? I was so blind, so caught up in my own feelings, I didn’t see the truth; I didn’t see the kind of person Brandon really is.” **** Vincent’s Pov “What have I done? I’ve hut her again and

Memories of pain and betrayal filled my vision—twisted images of Aria abandoning me, of the packs turning their backs on me. It wasn’t real. I knew it wasn’t real. But the pain felt so vivid, so overwhelming. “She left you,” Veyron’s voice whispered. “She chose her mate bond over you, over your friendship. Now, make her pay.” “No… she didn’t,” I whispered, though my voice was weak. “Selena, look at me!” Aria’s voice broke through the haze, anchoring me. I looked up, meeting her gaze. “I didn’t abandon you,” she said, her voice filled with raw emotion. “I would never abandon you. Whatever Veyron has shown you, it’s a lie.”

I tried to stand up but the more I moved the more it felt like thousands of glasses were searing through my skin. "How could you do this to me after everything we've been through? You were supposed to be my best friend. Were you not satisfied enough with sleeping with my husband?" I lamented bitterly through clenched teeth. Sasha was the last person I had expected to betray and her betrayal cut deep into my heart.

“Don’t touch me! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? The nights I cried myself to sleep, the shame my mother carried, the way people looked at us… and you were holding the truth all this time?” His face crumpled. “I thought it was the only way. I thought silence was the perfect answer at the time. I was wrong, I know now, but at the time—” “Wrong?” she cut in, her voice breaking into sobs. “This isn’t just wrong, Nathaniel. This is betrayal.” She was now crying. Nathaniel opened his mouth, desperate to explain further, when his words died on his lips. His eyes, wide with sudden alarm, shifted over Maya’s shoulder.

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

“I really thought I was special. He knew all the right things to say. He made me feel like I mattered and I let him use that. I let him use me.” “You were vulnerable,” Darla said. “He saw that.” “I was stupid,” I shot back, sharper than I meant. “I betrayed my best friend because of him. I turned against her!.” I swallows hard. “She would’ve done anything for me,” I said, my voice cracking. “Freya. She covered for me when I messed up. She took me in when I had nothing and make sure from that point forward that I had everything. And I threw all of that away for a guy who left the second things got hard.”

Denver taunted, his proximity infuriating me. I despised the expression on Denver's face, and I tilted my head closer, spitting on him in defiance. "I shouldn’t trust you, Denver. I treated you as my real friend. Trusting you is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. I HATE YOU!!" I shouted, pouring out the betrayal I felt. Denver chuckled once more, aggravating me further. I wished I could wipe that smug expression off his face. The realization of the betrayal stung deeply. After all those seemingly genuine moments we shared as friends, I couldn't fathom how Denver could callously throw my life into chaos.

"You pushed me into this! You said I was the only one who could handle him. You called me the billionaire’s wife!" She snorted, a mean, sharp sound. "Maybe I changed my mind. Maybe I decided I’d look better in diamonds than you." The air left my lungs. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, sickening rhythm. The betrayal wasn't a concept anymore; it was a physical weight. My best friend—the only person who really knew me—was looking at me like I was an obstacle. "Julie," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please tell me this is a joke."

I asked boldly, our eyes interlocked together. “No other than your beloved best friend.” He said, his mocking voice filled the whole atmosphere. The amount of truth I had to swallow today overwhelmed me. And there was more that was uncovered. My hands were shaking profusely, while tears rolled down my cheeks. “Why are you bringing my best friend into this?” I expressed in a sad tone, my head was spinning heavily. I couldn't bear anymore betrayal. “You're such a gullible woman. That's my beloved daughter that you're calling your best friend.”

Rage, hatred, hurt, and betrayal have replaced the hunger in my stomach. I tried retracing my steps to see where I went wrong in all those years. We were friends, but I couldn’t find a single fault in my actions because I have been a damn excellent friend. Now, I feel as if there is no one I can trust—not even Alistair, who sits in front of me staring without saying a word. If my best friend can betray me like this, who else will? I sat up and clasped my hands together. “You don’t need to be here, Alistair.”