Betrayal Novels & Stories

With a contemptuous flick of my wrist, the blood-stained handkerchief landed upon the three dead bodies lying motionless on the ground, showing a macabre symbol of their treachery. There are few things in life that I despise, but they are so tempting to ignore... Lies, betrayal, and disobedience. Yet these three idiots managed to combine two of them. They lied, weaving a web of deceit, and betrayed our formidable mob, pilfering our precious coke and profiting from it, thinking I wouldn't notice. They thought wrong. They underestimated me, Damien Albrecht, and now they shall face the wrath of their ill-fated decisions. If they had asked for money I could have g

I froze. That was when a voice slithered into the air. “Do you know what it is to be betrayed, child?” I spun toward the sound, though my blind eyes could see nothing. My pulse raced. The voice was neither male nor female, but both at once. It was rich, low, and slippery like oil on water. “Betrayal is sharper than any blade,” it continued. “It comes not from strangers but from those you hold close; family, friends, and lovers. Trust is the knife, and they twist it deep.”

He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."

He looked at me somberly and suddenly dropped to his knees. "Katrina, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should have trusted you." I looked at Aaron coldly. "What's the point of apologizing? Would it bring my mother back to life?" I continued, "Since you keep thinking that I'm an evil person who would destroy your company and ruin your darling Rachel, fine. I'll fulfill your wish. I can be even worse than what you think." Then, I took out my phone and found the video I had taken of him and Rachel doing the nasty in the morgue next to Dad's. I sent the video to my family group chat, showing them that they could still get "in the mood" at Dad's funeral.

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

"We don't understand. When did I ever cause your mother's death? Isn't she doing fine in the nursing home?" Looking at them, I couldn't help but laugh. Then, I turned to Hudson. "Since you're the one tied to this great life-saving debt, why don't you explain what really happened?" At my words, Hudson and his two accomplices started shaking. They knelt there, shrinking in on themselves as if they wanted to disappear into the floor. When none of them would speak, Rebecca stood to the side and clapped once. "Bring in two bottles of acid. Whoever doesn't tell the truth gets force-fed."

“Loyalty?” He nodded, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Yes. Loyalty. Do you know what betrayal looks like? It’s not always a knife in your back. Sometimes it’s a deal your rival makes behind your father’s name. Sometimes it’s a smile at the table while they poison your food. And sometimes—” he pointed toward the cages, his finger steady, “—it’s raising the children of the men who tried to wipe out your family, letting them grow strong enough to finish what their fathers started.”

Lucas had mentioned to me that Vincent had gone insane. To prove his loyalty to me, he had personally slaughtered Chloe and that unborn fetus. This violated the mob's ironclad rule against spilling Family blood. He was kicked off his pedestal by the elders and became a stray dog hunted across the entire country. He stared at my stomach, his eyes red rimmed, his whole body trembling. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees in front of me, pulling out a bloodstained box. It was the "Heart of True Love." "Mia, I got it back," his voice was broken, begging me from the very dirt. "The eyesores are all dead. I took care of them myself. Come back with me. Just nod your head, and my life is yours.

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

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.