Romans & histoires Betrayal Romance Books

I attacked him because I was getting annoyed already. "Mum please don't be annoyed,I want to go and play some games " he responded and he barge inside his room,I was just staring at him wondering which type of person he is . ****************************** Adrian Staring at the contract paper I signed with Anna make me feel like a betrayal,I know that she went through hell but I can't help myself because Isabelle my first love comes into my life. I discovered that when I want to remove something from my drawer then it fell on the floor and I picked it.

so he still has this number. The text reads: You'd better return the shares you stole from my company, or else, everyone will know that their latest business sensation is nothing but a thief, liar and betrayer. The moment I see the text, I stop dead in my tracks. Me? I immediately type furiously: I have never stolen or betrayed anyone. He sends a clown emoji which makes me want to throw my phone against the wall. I drop my phone flat on the bed, and it buzzes again.

I stared at her in disbelief. "Wow! And the girl who was MIA the whole evening demands honesty." "Gabby, come on. I'm sorry. I just can't believe he... he lied to me again. I... I felt lost. I can can't face you and tell you that..." Tears started pouring out and I can't stop it again. The memories of Jonathan betrayal resurfaced once again.

“Where did you find that?” “Does it matter?” she snapped. “Tell me the damn truth. Who is she?” He sighed‚ running a hand through his hair. “She’s... someone from my past.” “That’s not an answer.” “She betrayed me‚ Sharon‚” he said bitterly. “The first person I trusted. She tore my world apart.” Sharon’s anger faltered‚ confusion settling in. “What happened?” “I’m not ready to talk about it yet‚” he admitted. “But she’s not part of my life. Not now. Not with you.”

Jace chuckled a little and Gabriel glared hard at him as they walked to the car. ~ “There should be a book about this, why can't I find any?” Aurora muttered as she kept going through the books in Lucino’s study. She was searching for books on dreams but all she kept seeing were ancient stories of different supernatural but mostly werewolves. After going through almost all the books, she finally decided to pick a random book to read. She picked up a book about how the year 1901 went and decided to read it. She took a seat in his study and started reading it, before she knew it, she got engrossed in the story.

Who had gotten between a gun and our daughter without a moment of calculation. The truth was messy. It did not resolve cleanly into victim and villain. George had been manipulated, yes, and he had also, in his own prior silence, made himself available to manipulation. Both things were true. And the version of love I was being offered now was not the arranged, transactional, convenient love that had started this story. It was something harder and more honest. Something that had cost both of us considerably to arrive at. "I know," I said. George looked at me.

Victor and Isabella let me down. Victor, the man I trusted and loved hid a truth that changed how I saw him. Isabella, my daughter kept secrets that could tear our family apart. Their lies and silences hurt me. I felt angry, sad and disbelieving.I rubbed my temples. How did everything fall apart fast? One minute we were getting ready for an event. The next I was facing betrayal. My heart hurt knowing the people I trusted were breaking apart.I tried to understand my feelings. I was angry at Victor. I was disappointed in Isabella. I realized I was blind. All of it was crashing together inside me. I thought about the envelope, the party and the whispers from guests. The images and feelings woul

Of a love that was calm, secure, unbreakable. I scrolled through her photos… sunset dinners, couple selfies, handwritten love notes — and I felt the emptiness grow louder. I’m Thirty-one. A CEO and Alone. I’d built everything I ever wanted… except the one thing I couldn’t buy. I thought about the man who’d once sworn to love me forever. The same man now sending flowers as if petals could erase betrayal. I thought about the men who came after him… short, shallow attempts at healing. One had even told me I was “too guarded,” that I carried too much of my past. He wasn’t wrong.

“That's not romantic. That's controlling.” “Yes,” he agreed. “It is.” He didn't offer any excuse or justification. Just stated it like a fact. Like the sky was blue and he was ruthless and we were bound together in a contract that was already starting to feel less like a business arrangement and more like a trap made of silk and expensive cologne. “I'm not going to run,” I said. “You say that now.” He offered his arm, and I took it because the night was waiting, and I was beginning to understand that with Dominic, there were only two choices: surrender to the cage or spend all my time fighting against its bars.

He wrapped me, all the way around, like he could be walls and roof and the good kind of keep. “Breathe,” he whispered. “Match me.” We did. His inhale, my inhale. His exhale, my exhale. After a minute, the tight panicked flutter under my breastbone eased. The room got bigger again. “I was angry at her for a long time,” he said into my hair. “Then I was angry at myself for choosing a simpler story than the truth.” “What was the truth?” I asked. “That betrayal rarely comes with a villain’s cape.” His hand stroked the back of my neck, thumb brushing my collar. “It arrives as a favor. A shortcut. A secret told ‘to protect.’ It smiles. It believes itself generous.”