Betrayal At The Altar Novels & Stories

There was pure silence before realisation slowly sunk in. "This was a set up? Oh my God, this was all a set up!" I felt like I was robbed of my life. "Set up ? What are you talking about?" She looked confused, trying to connect the dots inside her head. "This contract fiasco, this edited video , everything. Everything was set up to ruin our wedding." I ran my hands through my hair as I felt restless. "Brae , I don't understand. What does this have to do with your wedding?" I looked at Bri and bit my lips trying to calm the turbulence inside my heart.

"I didn't 'forget' anything; you two did. You were the ones who doubted me, ignored me, and even abandoned me. "George, Frendo, from the moment you left me alone at the Marking Ceremony, you already broke our vow. And when you chose to save Lily instead of me, whatever I owed you, I repaid in full." Layne, watching George and Frendo freeze in place, tossed a magical crystal ball onto the ground in front of them. "Here's one last gift for you. Don't ever bother my sister again. Let's go." I no longer held any attachment to the past.

I heard the camera clicking away as realization dawned on me. “Harper, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Gabriel asked with a nervous smile. I gasped as this was not something I had ever imagined possible with Gabriel. I had never fantasized about being his wife and I had never been the type of girl to daydream about my wedding all I had wanted from him was his loyalty. “Harper?” he asked, concerned, his smile faltering a little. Having been an emotional wreck since the first trimester I was not spared the tears that overflowed from my eyes. I bawled like a baby as I nodded.

I slowly lifted my eyes to the screen Because now the betrayal was no longer hidden in shadows It was standing at the very top of our structure And the worst part was not that we had been infiltrated It was that someone we trusted completely Had just given Zarev the final key to take everything we had left to defend

Alpha King Betrayal has taste. Hard-to-chew, fermented justification. All for the name of love. All for the name of sanity and denying the treacherous act. It doesn’t numb the tongue. Nor the body. It does more than that. Enough dosage of betrayal numbs the heart and mind from functioning its liberty to choose what its morale. What is rational. I felt so betrayed. Never felt so betrayed in my whole life until now. Until I saw what was marked over her delicate skin.

The anger and betrayal I had felt all those years ago still simmered just below the surface as I recalled the events that had led to my downfall. My best friend and right-hand man, Damien, had framed me for a crime I hadn't committed and had taken both my throne and the woman I loved, Eliza. I was devastated by the betrayal, especially when Eliza had chosen Damien over me. I had thought that Eliza loved me and would be willing to run away with me once we discovered Damien's treachery. But her loyalty to Damien had shattered my heart and left me feeling utterly alone. I had lost everything that day - my rightful position as Alpha, my pack, my home, and the woman I loved. The wound from that b

“I’ll burn it after the ceremony. Once she makes her ‘scene’ at the altar and the medical team takes her, we’ll claim she stole the logs in a manic fit and tried to forge them herself. Everything is in place. The VermonTrust will be ours, and Zander will be tied to Avalain forever. A perfect, quiet legacy.” I backed away from the door, my heart hammering against my ribs so loudly I feared they would hear it. The betrayal was total. It wasn’t just Daniel. It was the woman who had replaced my mother. It was the entire foundation of my life. I was a bank account being liquidated by the people who claimed to love me. I reached the safety of my room and locked the door, my hands shaking as I grab

Alana’s POV If anyone had told me I’d be signing a marriage contract in my grandmother’s rosewood-panelled study with three people watching me like hawks, I’d have laughed in their faces. “Three years.” Lucia says “No scandals, No public fallout. You’ll act like a real couple.” “Act.” I say under my breath.

Camera shutters snapped like machine guns as over a dozen reporters went live, instantly drawing an online crowd that was hungry for drama. Henry's face hardened. Without hesitation, he told his assistant to step in. "Don't listen to him. Just head on inside," he said to me. But Beck refused to move. He stood in front of me, blocking the way. Tears streamed down his face as he bared his heart, confessing how deeply he still loved me. He vowed before everyone that if he ever betrayed me again, he'd deserve the world's scorn and a miserable fate. His theatrical display began to sway the crowd. One by one, people urged me to forgive him, touched by his so-called devotion.

Then something inside of me snapped. Betrayal upon Betrayal. From my father, to stepmother, to my own fiance. And the man standing at the altar had started this mystery. I looked at myself in the mirror, the woman in front of me was calm, composed despite the turmoil in her mind. I smoothed my dress and stared at myself. Let them think I was broken, Let them believe I have no choice. I would marry Matteo Alessandro Morretti. I would stand by his side until I learned his secrets.