Romans & histoires Betrayal Romance Books

Now Tony, who was using me as bait while planning to discard me the moment I'd outlived my usefulness. Maybe I fell for men too easily. Maybe there was something fundamentally broken in me that made me mistake manipulation for affection, sex for love, convenience for connection. Maybe I was destined to be the woman men used and discarded when something better came along. The thought made me sick to my stomach, but I couldn't shake it. Two different men, two different betrayals, but the same end result – me, alone and humiliated, wondering how I'd been so blind to what was right in front of me.

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. . ______ Hope you're all ready for what's about to unfold. Thankyou for choosing my book to read. Please comment and leave your first impression and I'll say hello to all my lovely readers.... <3 A. Gupta

And why did she care so much about what he thought? Left alone, Ava finished her meal in silence. Almost without thinking, she found herself scrolling through I*******m, landing on Sophie and Gabe's pages. Photos of them together, looking happy and in love, filled the screen. The familiar pain of betrayal washed over Ava, and she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. But she quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry. Not again. Instead, she grabbed the TV remote, flipping through channels in search of something to distract her from the ache in her chest.

“This is a contract, remember? One that very clearly states there are no emotional entanglements. We’re not supposed to fall in love — that was the deal. And now, you’re trying to rewrite the rules.” He scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “You think I’m trying to blackmail you? That’s rich coming from someone who signed her life away to a stranger for revenge.” Jane’s eyes flared. “I did it because I was broken, humiliated, abandoned by the people I trusted most — including my sister and Chris. You offered me a way out, and I took it. But don’t twist that into some love story that never existed.” Greg stepped closer, his voice rising. “Then why are you the one looking at him every time he’s in the

Hitting my back against a tree I slump to the ground, shock evident across my face. "How..." I whisper as she stalks towards me. Once again grabbing my shirt and lifting me as if I weigh nothing she throws me towards the bottom of the pack house steps. Strolling towards me as I clutch my ribs she puts her foot on my chest pressing me into the ground. "I Lilah Benecio accept your rejection" she says coldly.

“The dynasty Rachna built was magnificent, terrifying, but ultimately based on a lie. You are building the real empire—one founded on audacity and truth. When you steal the funds, I need to be at your side. I need to be your anchor, your chief asset, entirely unreservedly, and without shame.” Karen pulled back, looking up into his eyes, her expression soft but resolute. “You are my anchor, Rahul. You are free now. We reclaim the kingdom together. You belong to me, absolutely.” She sealed the pact with a final, deep kiss—a long, sensual exchange that confirmed their future. Rahul knew he had committed the ultimate betrayal against Rachna, but in Karen’s arms, he felt not shame, but a profound

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

The couple shifted uncomfortably, drowning in shame but unable to say a word in their defense. Finally, Alexander beckoned to Evelyn. She approached cautiously, her heart pounding. "How long have you known about their betrayal?" he asked, his voice slightly gentler than before. Roman smoothly stepped forward to answer. "Father, Evelyn is a good girl who didn't want to disappoint you. She discovered their affair three months ago but suffered in silence. I met her when she was devastated and trying to drink away her pain. I was also under the influence and took advantage of her vulnerability. When I learned she was pregnant with my child, I knew I had to take responsibility. That's the real re

he added, rubbing his hands over his head in frustration. “Then you should have told me the truth afterward, not let me find out from another source.” “I know I was wrong, and I’m truly sorry for everything,” he pleaded, leaning forward to grab my arms again. But this time, I stepped back, denying him access. “You’re sorry?” I laughed bitterly. “As if ‘sorry’ can take away the pain and hurt; the betrayal of knowing that my fiancé does such cruel things behind my back without ever telling me the truth. Or are you just sorry because you had to pay off your accomplice? Tell me, James, how am I supposed to trust you now? How do I move on with…."

For taking care of me when my mother died. And yet, there’s Dante. Dante Moretti. The man I promised to marry. The man whose presence I cannot ignore, even if I want to. I don’t want love. I don’t want him. But I won’t lie, my body reacts when I think of him. Desire, irritation, caution, all tangled together in a way I can’t separate. I push it down, focus on Aurelia’s hands on my hair, the soft click of her heels on the marble. She smiles, proud and confident, and I feel the weight of the role I’m about to play.