Betrayal Of Dignity Novel 소설 & 이야기

She had spoken them so softly, nearly tenderly, as if she was conveying a slow death. But there was no benevolence in it, not for him. It was a betrayal , one he had been as well dazed or as well proud to see coming. And now, it was late to do anything around it. He stopped under the shade of a closed shop, wiping the rain from his face, in spite of the fact that it didn’t stop the throb in his chest. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a brutal update that life didn’t stop just since his world had disintegrated.

Patrick let out a scoff, he inched closer to me, though I leaned away, his lips still reached my ear and his warm breath fanned the side of my face. His hand slithered up my waist as he slid down my butt. I gritted my teeth as my traitorous body reacted to his demeaning touch. “Don’t you deserve to be punished?” he whispered to me. I pressed my eyes shut. “Don’t you?” he growled, softly. Don’t I? For betraying him and making him trust and fall for me, just so I can invade his privacy and find evidence to destroy him, don’t I deserve to be punished?

That apology no longer meant anything to me. For him, perhaps, it was a form of release. Stepping out from backstage, Lea ran over and enveloped me in a bear hug. “Autie, you were amazing! Tonight, you’re the queen!” I felt my heart swell, filled to the brim. A new chapter had already begun in my life. The wounds and betrayals of the past had become badges along my path of growth, reminding me to love myself more. They also taught me to treasure the happiness that surrounds me now.

Rebecca brought me into an abandoned warehouse. Under the lights, three men and one woman were surrounded. It was Winona, Hudson, and the two accomplices. The two men were rich kids. Even with blindfolds over their eyes, they still carried themselves with the same arrogant attitude. "My dad is the richest man in Hardale!" one of them shouted. "Whatever you want, just name it. We can pay." Winona was still doing her best to stay composed. "I believe in accountability," she said. "If there's an injustice that needs to be addressed, I'll do everything I can to resolve it. Just say the word."

Isn’t it pitiful? Being all hot and bothered for the woman who betrayed me. Going for a cold shower to rub one out, because I nearly came, when I my dick rubbed her thighs. This isn’t exactly a proud moment for me. As I fist myself, I let out a low groan. I imagine her pressed tightly against me. Her body on mine, and I wish my hand wasn't on my cock, but on her hips as she takes me in. I come in less than five minutes, and I am embarrassed.

The expressions of the Vittorio family members darkened at the sight of her. Dora was my father’s adopted daughter. He had initially wanted to groom her into someone respectable, but her nature was promiscuous, and her reputation was utterly disgraceful. In fact, several of the men seated at the table had slept with her. Leonardo was the only one who remained oblivious to this. If not for the small bit of respect they still held for my family, she would have long been beaten to death for her conduct. Vincent’s expression darkened, and he snapped at Leonardo.

He swore that once he got out, he’d hunt her down for revenge. The more I learned, the more deliciously scandalous it became. Well, the dirtier she was, the better it was for me. Vivian thrived in the shadows, slithering through the filth like a rat. All I had to do was drag her into the light. And I was going to be the one to do it. … Later, Allen texted me, lying again about working late. I smirked and sent a half-hearted reply. Then, I ordered twenty servings of oysters and dark chocolate drinks to be delivered as his lunch. After all, he’d need the energy for his little “workout” later.

"She's throwing another tantrum, isn't she? She did the same thing last time—took off the monitor just to threaten me. Unbelievable. Even with lives on the line, she still plays games like this. "Go. Find her. Bring her in and draw the blood. I don't care how you do it. Even if she tries to use that bastard child in her belly to bargain, ignore her." At the word "bastard," my soul—already detached from my body—wavered. My nails dug deep into my ghostly palms as I watched him, face tense with irritation, giving out orders. Not a trace of sorrow. Not even a flicker of regret. I closed my eyes. Tears slid silently down my cheeks.

she whispered. She ended the call. The room felt heavy, suffocating. Maya stood up and pulled Dianne into her arms again as the sobs returned—raw, uncontrollable. “I feel dirty,” Dianne cried. “Like I was part of something ugly without knowing.” “You were deceived,” Maya said firmly. “That’s not dirt. That’s betrayal.” “I trusted him with my heart,” she sobbed. “I thought… I thought I was finally safe.” Maya held her tighter. “You were honest. He wasn’t. That difference matters.”

He was the one who had taken me in. That was when I also learned something else: I was pregnant with twins from a man I couldn’t remember. However, the two fragile little lives inside me warmed my hollow chest. “I must love them so much,” I whispered to myself. However, no matter how I tried, I couldn’t remember their father. Every attempt to recall only left me with a deep, aching sadness. “It must be that their father betrayed you,” the Alpha, Wesley Grange, told me gently, his eyes filled with affection. “That’s why you ended up alone at the airport.”