Betrayal At The Altar Novels & Stories

It was the air I breathe, of myself, my destiny, and by the people I once regarded as my possession. The saddest thing about betrayal was it never comes from the enemies, but from those who were close enough to gain one’s trust and loyalty. I understood cheating, understood the betrayal Banyan has gone through, and I understood how hard it punched him in the face, knowing he had been used and lied to. He must have struggled to fight up to his might, to protect his beloved mate and precious friend. It was miserable to feel helpless and weak. I was stunned by the idea the Alpha Mare had in mind. It was doable and smart.

They both had a defensive look, as if they were standing united against the world. The headline screamed across the top. "Celebrity Artist Derek Saltzman's New Mystery Girlfriend: Who Is Teresa Sawyer?" I stared at the image, unable to process what I was seeing. Teresa looked beautiful and angry. Alive in a way I hadn't seen at the engagement party. And Derek Saltzman had his arm around her like he had every right to touch her. Like she belonged to him. "Mr. Chase?" Someone was speaking. One of the executives waiting for me to continue the meeting.

He was determined to save the woman he had feelings for because he was planning to change the game now. He lost her dear mother once because of Kohlis but wasn't planning to lose the woman who had given him back his sanity. He did betray her but took an oath to repent for his mistakes.

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?

And yet… when the adrenaline faded, something darker filled the space it left behind. Damien. The name itself burned like acid. He had stood at the altar with me. My hands trembling in lace gloves, my heart wide open, believing every promise whispered in the dark. And then—humiliation. Betrayal. Abandonment. His voice cutting through the sanctuary, shattering the illusion. “I can’t do this, Elena.” I had never wanted to disappear more than in that moment. I had wanted the ground to split open and swallow me whole. And when he walked away, leaving whispers, stares, and pity in his wake, a part of me died on that altar.

Her tone is flat, and unlike her. I raise my eyebrows at her, and give a small, soft laugh. “Okay, Val.” “I mean it.” “If you say so.” “Anton, those are my conditions to yours,” She clarified. This got my full attention. “Are you serious?” “You give me what I asked for, I will do what you asked in return. If you ever let another woman touch you, I will kill her,” Val reiterates. “All or nothing. I will not and cannot live through another betrayal by a man.”

He needed an alternate plan, and he think he knew exactly what he needed to do. But first, there was something he needed to take care of. He trusted his maids and the help around the manor; he didn’t think the ones he currently had would betray him. Beatrice had been his head maid for generations and even though Petra was a flirt, and new, he still trusted her to do her job and nothing more. But they both betrayed his trust; Petra betrayed him by attempting to kill Deonna. Not to mention drugging them both. Beatrice betrayed him by knowing about the whole ordeal.

Even the person in charge of the music stopped playing songs. "Yes, or No, answer me you Betrayal?!!!" Isabelle screamed at the top of her voice. Tears were already rolling down Gabriella's cheeks. "Bella, I can explain..." Gabby whispered. "I'm not seeking any explanation. I asked a direct question and I want a direct answer from you. Are you having an affair with Samuel Adonis Carter, My Father?" "Bella le..." Gabby was saying but Isabelle interrupted her. "Yes or No? Dammit."

“Don’t let your guard down, Catherine. Arsila and the Hart family are the true villains. They didn’t just betray you; they also betrayed the trust of hundreds of people who lost their jobs like Erkana.” “You need to know why Erkana is lying in the hospital... it’s all related to these documents. Erkana was under pressure for months; he fell ill, while his daughter didn’t care about him at all. I’m the only one left... the only person who hid and kept their filth, making the traitors live in fear until now.” Catherine’s body tensed up; a fact and the most powerful weapon to bring down Gistara were now in her hands. Aurora was like an angel sent by God to answer all her anxieties over the past

“You’re proposing to her and you’re worried about the place?” She turned on Althea then, eyes wild. “You took everything from me. My marriage. My life. My place. Wasn’t it enough that everyone chose you? That they always choose you?” Althea looked at her with unsettling calm. Then she smiled. Not kindly. Not apologetically. She stepped forward, just enough to invade Elara’s space. “No,” Althea said coolly. “It wasn’t.” Elara flinched. “You betrayed me,” Althea continued, her voice smooth as silk covered around a blade. “You smiled while doing it. You slept peacefully while my world burned. I’m not taking anything that wasn’t already mine.”