Betrayal Marriage Novels & Stories

I was there representing my company, and we locked eyes across the crowd. However, he wasn’t the same man I once knew. Gone was the youthful and confident Sam. He looked drained. When he saw me, he lowered his head and walked off without a word, pretending not to see me. Later, I heard how things had gone downhill for him. My leaving had hit him hard. He started making poor decisions at work, which led to huge losses for his company. Eventually, he agreed to a marriage arranged by Mary, with a rich heiress named Judy.

When she could finally speak, she looked at Billy with red eyes. “Billy, I’m sorry. I’ve been hiding something from you.” Billy looked at her seriously. “What do you mean?” Giselle swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “I… I was involved in a contract marriage with Mr. Leon De Santos.” Billy froze for several seconds, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “What… did you say?” Giselle nodded slowly. “Yes, Billy. Leon—the man everyone calls a ruthless mafia—he’s my husband. But only on paper.”

Now that she knew the marriage was fake, she saw no need to mention it. “You knew about it?” she asked in shock. Dravyn nodded, his eyes lowering to the floor. Jane exhaled slowly, it felt strange. How did he know about her marriage? Still, she answered. “He was part of the betrayal,” she said bitterly. “The major person who forged my signature.” Her lips trembled. “And worse, our marriage was fake. He was actually married to my sister, Lila. She is pregnant with his child.” Jane broke down again, harder than before.

Danika fired back instantly. Her voice rose sharply. “We have a bond. We are mates. That bond cannot lie!” Genaro gave a small scoff. Cold. Almost pitying. “Fine,” he said. “Believe whatever you want.” Then he slowly stood. Towering over her. “He betrayed his true mate.” Danika’s face tightened. “He abandoned the woman he chose.” Another step. “He walked away from his own child.” Genaro’s eyes darkened completely. “And you call that sacred?” Danika clenched her fists so tightly her nails cut into her palms.

, I said as my eyes caught that family photo on the wall before I turned out. I didn't wait to hear the rest. The word "forever", that he whispered on our wedding day suddenly flashed back and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I had been tricked long before I got married. Tricked into that marriage that wasn't supposed to be mine. The betrayal wasn't even supposed to hurt this bad. I'd braced myself for it...for when he was going to give me the divorce papers and tell me he couldn't continue with the "together forever" promise he whispered to me on our wedding day...But this...

"You forgave me once before, didn't you? You were always so understanding. Why are you making such an ugly scene now?" "Don't let your personal feelings destroy the family alliance. The wedding is in a week. You'd better take some time alone and clear your head." Staring at my chat history with Giovanni, I gave my cold reply. "No need to wait. The wedding is off." "Rafael, I told you. I don't tolerate betrayal in my world." Before I could end the call, he exploded. "Off? Are you insane? The engagement party just ended. All Five Families are watching the Mancinis and Valentinos join forces, and you pull a stunt like this? Is this your way of testing my limits?"

I cut him off, “who you love, who you want to have a child with, none of that concerns me.” “All I know is that when I was still your wife, you cheated.” “You used the money I made to support another woman and her family.” “And you even wanted her to have a baby, put it under my name, and make me into some pathetic sucker.” With every sentence, his face drained a little more. “I…” His mouth opened, but no sound came out. “Whether you love Emma or not makes no difference to me.” I looked straight at him, word by word. “The moment you betrayed me, you should’ve known this day would come.”

But was it truly not a lottery? If you asked me, I would say yes, it was another form of lottery. Because frankly speaking, this was part of my rightful dues, something Abraham should have given me a long time ago if at all he was logical. We were married, we built something together. But at a point, he betrayed me. Betrayal is not supposed to be part of marriage, but it happened. And since what we built together clicked and multiplied, was it not only wise that he reach out to me by all means and give me what was rightfully mine? Even if not for my sake, then at least for our daughter’s?

“No more half-truths.” Leonard held her gaze. “Once you know,” he warned, “there’s no turning back.” Aruna’s expression was calm, resolute. “I already crossed that line the night I married you.” Leonard looked at her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Welcome to the part of my life no one else survived.” The silence that followed wasn’t empty anymore. It was heavy with secrets—and the beginning of a deeper, far more dangerous bond.

“To make you look guilty.” My stomach twisted. “Ethan.” He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. I could see it in his face. Ethan had done this. My husband. The man who had held me through every supposed storm had built one for me to drown in. “Why would he do that?” I whispered. “Why spin something like this?” Lucas’s voice went low. “Because that’s what people like him do. They don’t fix messes—they bury them.”