Betrayal Kiss Novels & Stories

He knew I was watching. My stomach twisted, nausea hitting me like a sucker punch. I should have looked away; I should have spared myself the torment, but I couldn’t. I was frozen, watching as his lips met hers. It wasn’t some casual, meaningless kiss. It was deliberate, possessive—something meant to be seen, meant to stake a claim. The entire school bore witness. And so did I. Betrayal burned through me, hot and unexpected, leaving behind something sharp and ugly. But why? What right did I have to feel this way? Elena was never mine. I’d never had any claim to her, never belonged in her world.

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.

In just a few sentences, Sandra had twisted my death into a tantrum—another of my petty tricks, a fake message meant to mislead them. I clenched my fists. I already knew the truth in my heart, but still, I found myself glancing at Reese, waiting. He was quiet for a moment. Then his expression turned cold. "Keep looking," he snapped at the assistant. "Carmen's a snake. She loves playing these games with me. The moment you find her, hand her that signed divorce agreement. If she won't sign it, force her to. She's no longer my wife. And don't forget to take 800cc of her blood."

Arsila’s palm gently caressed Karletta’s cheek, and then she said, “What’s your plan next, dear? You’ve seen how things are for me, haven’t you? Those people have humiliated me after they humiliated you.” “Do you want to avenge what they’ve done to your weak mother?” Arsila asked, and Karletta nodded her head in response. “Of course. Don’t worry, Mom. I’ve prepared a weapon that will surely make me their equal,” Karletta said. Arsila frowned. “What do you mean?” Karletta showed the black card given to her by Lucius. “I’ve found someone who wants to be my friend. It’s a bit dangerous because this person already has a fiancée... but wouldn’t it be more thrilling if I dared to take the risk?”

That he’d come looking for me, that he’d care. And Alma. My best friend. The one person I thought I could trust. I feel sick. The betrayal cuts deep, sharper than I ever could have imagined. I want to look away, but I can’t. I’m frozen, trapped in this moment, watching the man I love and my best friend tangled together in a kiss that looks like it means everything. A tear slips down my cheek before I can stop it. I can’t let Ricardo see me like this. Wiping my face quickly, I force myself to breathe.

I spoke eloquently, exuding confidence and grace, just like the carefree person I had been years ago. After the event, Angie dragged me to the celebration party. Between clinking glasses and cheerful laughter, my phone vibrated. It was a news notification. 'Steven jumped to his death.' I froze. The wine glass in my hand almost slipped. The lively chatter around me seemed to fade away, leaving only that single line of text in my mind. "Do you still love him?" Angie’s voice was soft, but it cut through me like a knife. After a long pause, I murmured, "I once did. Now, I only feel regret."

She squirmed, but he had her trapped— her hands immobilised, her breath shallow, her pulse wild. But just when she expected him to crush her windpipe, he shocked her — his lips crashed against hers in a sudden, soft kiss, his fingers brushing over her face with eerie tenderness. So unexpected that her mind blanked and her lips hesitated but betrayed her, responding faintly to his kiss. “You hurt me, baby…. You hurt me…. How could you?” His voice cracked as he bit her earlobe. “You make my skin crawl. I hate that I ever loved you...”

He came closer near her lips, ignoring her wailings. Jerking her hairs into a tight fist , " You are going to be doomed,Tesoro !" , he seethed before, clamming his lips with tender one's. She would pay for the sins she have committed. The kiss was forceful! It was all about betrayal, hurt and an infinite pain.

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."

"Because once she finds out... there’s no going back." She kissed him, hard, claiming, a promise of ruin, and Seth let her, pulling her closer until all that was left was heat and silence and the slow, inevitable collapse of the man he'd once been. Outside, the city throbbed with life. Inside the suite, betrayal took root like a slow, poisonous vine.