Betrayal Novels Novels & Stories

"I can’t let you know everything right now. But what I can say is that Matteo’s now not simply after a brand new wife. He’s after manipulation. Power. And you… you’re a liability now." The global felt love changed into spinning, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. "A liability? What the hell are you speaking about?" Luca sighed, his gaze softening barely. "You’re not just his ex-spouse, Gia. You’re the important thing to matters he wishes matters he’s inclined to do something to get. Trust me, it’s higher if you stay away from him and anything bullshit he’s stuck up in."

hung in the air. They felt final and cold. I felt a mix of relief and dread. Victors face went pale. He didn't say anything.Isabellas eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Mom… please no…”“I've waited long for honesty. Too long for loyalty. And now I have neither " I said. My voice was steady.. My chest felt tight. "This stops here.”Victors hands clenched at his sides. I saw the battle inside him. He loved Isabella. He wanted to protect her.. He also knew I was right. He opened his mouth. Then he hesitated. He looked at Isabella. I saw the fear. Worry between them.I was sure of my decision. My hands were still shaking. I held my phone. I was ready to take the steps that would

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition. She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?" Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot. I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all. However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him." However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life. When I stop

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."

The priest cleared his throat and, steeling himself, began the vows: “Mr. Ethan Shaw, do you take the lady before you… to be your wife, to love and honor her, in wealth and in poverty, in sickness and in health, until the end of your days?” All eyes were on Ethan. Meanwhile, I sat with my best friend Lea Summers in a nearby café, watching the ceremony via live stream. Lea gripped my hand nervously. “Autie… what do you think he’ll choose?” I set down my coffee calmly. Yes… what would he choose? To be with the woman he’d claimed was his greatest regret, the first love he had owed ten years to? Or to choose me—the girlfriend he had deceived for a decade, yet whose family background could give h

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

And I would be there, hidden in plain sight, guiding every move, waiting for the moment when the shadows I had cast would finally reveal themselves. The night fell over the city, the calm before the storm, and I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The betrayal, the grief, the pain—all of it was fuel now. I was no longer merely surviving. I was preparing to strike, and Samuel Rivers would pay for every deceit, every poisoned word, every life he had manipulated for his gain. And Zayne? He was more than an ally. He was the devil in the details, the storm behind the calm, the darkness I had once feared but now relied on. Together, we were unstoppable.

She thought she was speaking to a lawyer sent by Drake, and to reduce her sentence, she betrayed Gariel without holding back. “Gariel’s such a fool for believing everything I tell him since he was a child. I told him Hale was a temptress, and he hated her for twenty years. All the money he earned, I didn’t leave him a single cent, and he thought I was suffering out there. All the things he did, he did them himself. I’m willing to be a tainted witness if it gets me out. He’s useless. He can’t even complete his revenge. He ruined himself and dragged me down too.”

"This is what you have in your pouch?! You've been carrying this very thing that can kill your sister?!" My mother let out a broken scream as her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. The pack also let out a collective gasp. That was when the Great Elder, Cyrus, stepped over the doorway. He was the oldest werewolf in the pack. He had never stopped preaching about virtue and justice, but his heart was colder than anyone else's. He pointed at the black liquid on the ground, then pointed at me. "Since Anna had this, it proves she has betrayed the pack. She's no longer one of the pack and has become a spy for the vampires."

But that's how it is, without them, sometime in the future, they'll think back on it; from what they believed would have no apology, it will have one. And just by looking at each other at that moment, they said to themselves... THE BETRAYER.