Novel & Cerita Betrayal Novels

The moment I said that, tears welled up in my eyes. When Winona and I first got married, everyone envied us, and I had honestly believed we would go on like that forever. But everything changed three years ago, when her best friend, Layla Spencer, entrusted Hudson to her before she died. At the time, Hudson was still in high school, but as he got older, the dynamic between them started to feel increasingly unsettling. Winona bought him gifts, put him to sleep, and even bought him underwear.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

Nervous as she was, Daisy never forgot the words that he shouted to her on their wedding night. "You won't have me even if you married me. You are just my wife as stated on a piece of paper. My heart and my love will never belong to you. You drugged me in order to have sex with me. How dare you! I promise I'll never let such a thing happen again!" The man said angrily.

. Chapter Title: Shadows of Betrayal Damian's POV Betrayal. The word alone was bitter on my tongue, and as I mouthed Enzo's voice in my head, agreeing to my death as if it was just another business transaction, a cold fury spread deep in my chest.

She even publicly accused several of his secretaries of being mistresses. Morale at the company plummeted, and with the business already struggling, it only got worse. As for Lily, after her abortion, she spiraled. Now she’s known in wealthy social circles as a full-time mistress, constantly getting into fights on the streets with the wives of her sugar daddies. Knowing that the people who hurt me are now living miserable lives didn’t rattle me. After all, I’ve already found my happiness. Now that I had that, the dirt from my past didn’t matter.

Nikolai's POV Betrayal is a slow-burning poison. It doesn't hit you like a bullet but seeps into your bones slowly, making you bleed quietly. It taints your soul like no other thing. I had lived in a world where betrayal was currency and blood was often cheaper than loyalty, yet nothing prepared me for the blow I received a few days ago. It cut me deeply and personally. Because this time it is not my ally but someone close who has stabbed me in the back.

In the last three years , each time she came to my mind, her betrayal overpowered our sweet memories in my mind. " Sir ?" Her soft voice broke my chain of thoughts. I put my hands on the desk and pushed myself forward against it. " Ms. Taylor, are you married ?" She looked shocked by this question. " No." The response came quicker than I had expected. " No ? Why ? Was it your rich boyfriend this time who left you at the altar?" She took a sharp breath at the hint of the question. " Or is it again you ? Did you find someone even richer , Ms. Taylor?" I was purely disgusted by the thought alone but nothing was impossible for her. She had done it once and may very well repeat it. She took time

"Zainab I'm sorry for everything. I don't think you really know how I feel or how I desperately need your forgiveness. I love you so freaking much that it hurts. If there's anything I could do..." "There's something that you could do for me right now." "Just mention it." "Embrace me." And he did embraced her in the dark, in the middle of the sea full of candles. He did embraced her under the light of a thousand stars. He did embraced her because he desperately wanted to. He did embraced her because it's halal. They're halal And he embraced her because they are meant to be even after he Betrayed her. *****

“And some of them… were closer than you ever imagined.” I felt the truth hit like a freight train. The betrayal wasn’t just Vex. It wasn’t just Bishop. Someone else—someone I trusted—was playing their own game. The rain pounded harder. Engines roared closer. The ledger felt heavy against my chest, Luca heavier in my arms, and the night heavier on my shoulders. The alleyway ended. There was no escape. Vex stepped forward, dagger glinting. Bishop beside him, smili ng that same sickening grin.

The confident, vibrant spark that once defined him was gone, replaced by a palpable weariness. But what did that even matter? He was the one who'd caused all this damage. I stepped back, my voice cold and steady. "Don't pretend I'm the only one for you. You had a mistress while we were in a relationship. What makes you think I'd cling to a man already stained by betrayal?"