Betrayal At The Altar Novels & Stories

“If I show up at that altar and take you away, there will be no second chances. You will marry me according to Mr. Bennett’s last wishes. Can you do that?” His words sent my heart in a spiral. “I know what it means,” I said, voice firm. “And it’s what I want. Come get me. Just make sure you show up on time.” Then I hung up. The shift inside me was almost dizzying—how fast I moved from heartbreak to strategy. But that’s what it meant to be raised in a family like mine. In our world, betrayal wasn’t a shock. It was routine. I just never expected to get one from Evan, the man I’d once chosen over everyone else.

Not after everything we'd been through together. But there was no mistaking that face, those eyes, that familiar presence twisted into something monstrous. "Welcome to the future, Theo," the Serpent said, smiling. "The age of pure supernatural beings is over." I stared at the face of someone I'd trusted with my life. Someone who'd fought beside us, bled with us, earned our loyalty and love. Someone who'd been betraying us the entire time. And as the full weight of the betrayal crashed down on me, I realized Thelma's vision must have shown her this same face.

I saw it—the disbelief, the betrayal, the realization that whatever twisted hope he’d clung to was slipping out of his fingers like smoke. “You can’t be serious,” he muttered, voice cracking. I held my breath. Theo didn’t say anything. Finally, Damien picked up the bag I’d thrown at him and rushed out of the apartment without another word. Oh, thank God. Theo gently turned me toward him. “You okay?” he asked softly. I nodded, swallowing hard. Then I looked up at him, needing one thing. Just one. “You’ll never deceive me… right?” I whispered. He met my gaze, unwavering. “Never,” he said, simply. “You’ve been hurt enough.”

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

“We have to go. Now!” But Vic didn't move. His eyes were glued to the credit card lying on the floor - it had fallen out of Alexandra's hand in the chaos. With a quick movement, he picked it up. “Do you trust me?” Stefan took her hand. Vic stared at the man he thought had betrayed him just hours ago. The man who had fallen in love with him in the midst of his revenge plan. “I don't have any other choice, do I?” Stefan smiled - the smile that always made him fall in love. “We always have a choice, schatje. But now, we have to make the right choice.”

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

Wearing the tuxedo I had personally designed for him, he carried away the woman who had destroyed our marriage. In that moment, eight years of love and loyalty crumbled into dust. The physical pain faded beneath the overwhelming agony in my heart. When the ambulance arrived, I was still lying there alone in a pool of blood. Broken glass from the champagne tower pierced my skin, but no one stayed by my side. They all rushed toward Steven and Quinn, crowding around the ambulance. Some pulled out their phones to film the spectacle; some others, who were longtime business partners of Steve’s, whispered eagerly about how maybe it was fate that Steve and Quinn were meant to be.

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

"Why do you keep bringing her up? What does she have to do with me and him?" "Watch your tone! Five years ago, your mother paid a huge sum to make sure you two broke up. She arranged for Cutler to drug and rape Mr. Sadler, which indirectly led to his father's death. This morning, his mother passed away, and then he attempted suicide in your office. We suspect your mother tried to exploit his severe depression to push him to kill himself." When the police recounted the events from five years ago, I pressed my hands over my ears with all my strength.