Betrayal By Best Friend Novels & Stories

“You can’t lie to yourself. We had a beautiful past. You remember it, don’t you?” Adrian grew silent for a moment; his face tightened. That past had existed, but it was buried under betrayal. “Leviana,” he finally said coldly, “that past died when you chose your own path. Don’t ever think I’ll go back.” Leviana gave a bitter smile; her eyes filled with tears. “Then… let me stay by your side as a friend. That’s all I ask.” “Friend?” Adrian snorted. “After everything you did? You think I can trust you again?”

I could see it in the way his entire body went rigid, in the way those green eyes went from warm to glacial in the space of a heartbeat. He could smell Sylvester on me. Could smell the intimacy we shared just hours ago, the way I have been thoroughly claimed by another man. His best friend. His brother in all but blood. The betrayal was written across his face in lines of pain so deep they made something inside me crack. This was worse than losing me to a stranger, worse than death …this was discovering that the person he trusted most in the world had taken the one thing that mattered to him. “Kael,” Sylvester said, his voice carefully neutral despite the tension radiating from every line of

Like both of them had stepped too close to the edge of something neither wanted to fall into. Elias stared out the window, voice lower now. “I wish I could remember it the way you do. All of it. Not just feelings. Not just this… ache in my chest.” Lucas’s fingers tightened around his mug. “You really don’t remember anything? Not even how it ended?” “No,” Elias said, his voice flat with defeat. “Not even how it began.” Lucas let the silence swallow that truth. He couldn’t be the one to say it the betrayal, the cracks that widened until they broke, the last fight that sounded like a goodbye even if neither admitted it.

They had died believing I was their son, loving me as their own child, never knowing they were raising another woman's baby. And Dmitri. My best friend, my brother in arms, my greatest betrayer. He had known. When he looked at me, when he fought beside me, when he ultimately tried to destroy me, he had known that we shared blood. He had known I was his younger brother, and he had chosen to try to kill me anyway. The sobs came harder now, tearing through me like physical pain. I had thought I understood betrayal. I had thought I knew what it meant to be manipulated, to be used. But this was beyond anything I could have imagined.

said the love of my life, and I smiled. I smiled because it had all been worth it. My mate's betrayal had helped me find my way. My mate's betrayal led me to find true love. My mate's betrayal made everything fall into place. Nothing else mattered; this was everything. THE END.

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. 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,

My body screamed at me to run, but my mind was trapped in the moment, replaying every memory, every sacrifice. I had paid his tuition when he had nothing. I had supported her when she was at her lowest. I had stood by them, lifted them, loved them. And now, they stood before me—together. My chest ached, my lungs burning as if I couldn’t get enough air. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to tear this whole world apart. But all I did was stand there, paralyzed by the weight of betrayal.

Doing a pregnancy test was the best way to get her to confess. Instead of being sad that my best bud betrayed me, I felt an overwhelming joy about the whole thing. My wife finally believed that I didn't betray her. And the best part was, I didn't commit a sin with the idiot. It was only a cooked up story. I was indeed stupid to overly trust the shit.

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.