Betrayal Story Novels & Stories

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

“For seven years, I disappeared from the radar. Many thought I was finished. But for a producer, silence is the best time to research a tragedy. Today, Zea Production proudly announces our ambitious new project, which will soon enter production.” Serena pulled the velvet cord. The cloth dropped, revealing a bold title in thin, blade-sharp letters: THE BETRAYAL. “This film tells the story of a woman who sacrifices everything for love, only to realize that the man she worshipped was a devil who stole her soul, her wealth, and even tried to erase her existence. It is a story of systematic betrayal—of a man who glorifies a son as a trophy while trampling on his own flesh and blood.”

Tears began to gather once again. “I would have cried a little and then move on but he cheated on me with my own best friend, the person I entrusted my secrets to, the person I never lied to, the person I grew up with. I never knew she would betray me that way. When I realized that she was behind all the plot, my own world crashed around me, I had been sold out.” “Axel should have let me go, but he still held me back and turned me to his circus elephant, a tool for entertainment for him and his new Luna,”

It was the air I breathe, of myself, my destiny, and by the people I once regarded as my possession. The saddest thing about betrayal was it never comes from the enemies, but from those who were close enough to gain one’s trust and loyalty. I understood cheating, understood the betrayal Banyan has gone through, and I understood how hard it punched him in the face, knowing he had been used and lied to. He must have struggled to fight up to his might, to protect his beloved mate and precious friend. It was miserable to feel helpless and weak. I was stunned by the idea the Alpha Mare had in mind. It was doable and smart.

“So what now? You kill Ian then my brother?” I took a deep, cleansing breath and shook my head. “No, I will settle for Ian being my last kill or at the very least being his last victim.” “His last victim? Why do you sound like you don’t care if you live or die?” “Rule one of being the Betrayer, expect an early and violent death. I thought I was a goner in our last fight, but Balric took over. The way I see it I’m on borrowed time,” I explained and he went back to clenching his jaw again. “Anything else, Callius?”

Jeremiah and Suzan’s late father. ‘’Your father was my very good friend, and the both of us trusted each other. But he betrayed me. He informed me. Suzan was then very shocked, hearing that her father betrayed him. She was aware that both her father and Mr.Jeremiah were great friends. Even before the painful murder of her late father and mother, she knew how they were very close with Mr.Jeremiah. Truly, she was provoked after hearing such words of information. But then, she refused to let it be known to him that she already knew about the details of those who murdered her parents.

If I had just been more diligent and checked Macie's hospital website, I would have noticed something was off. There was a difference between Henry and his brother. Apart from their personalities, Henry had a small mole at the corner of his eye, which his brother did not. When the truth finally came out, I clung to Macie, bawling my eyes out. "Why are you crying?" Macie asked, exasperated. "Because I thought I had betrayed you! I even dreamt of you chasing me with a scalpel," I sobbed. Macie laughed. "If you actually managed to betray me, that would be impressive. I don't think you have the brains for that."

Worst, she would hear from the news whom he was dating or sleeping with. Despite all these, she never contacted him. His words were forever stuck in her head, she could not forget when he said that she was only a nominal wife. Whatever happened to him was none of her business. Actually, it seemed as if he had already forgotten her for a long time. She would not find him if there was no unexpected situation like this one. Both of them were victims of their family interests. It seemed that this marriage had a price to pay. "Mommy, you're hurting me." The little boy interrupted his mommy's thoughts as he tried to squirm out from the tight grip of his mommy's hand. Daisy got lost in her thoughts

“So you're fine with the world thinking I was a mistress to a sugar daddy? You're fine with my child growing up being called an illegitimate child?” “Please, Amy. Don’t get so worked up,” Sam begged. “You’re the one I love most. I will marry you. Just be patient. Once the scandal blows over, I’ll tell everyone the child is mine—not some illegitimate kid.” He looked at me with pleading eyes, but I just stood there rigidly, my gaze fixed on the man I once trusted with my whole heart. His gaze dropped to Lily in his arms, eyes filled with affection and concern. As they walked away, side by side, I couldn’t breathe from the pain. I touched my belly, tears pouring down my face.

But there was something in his eyes—something dark, something buried—that told me this was a story he hadn’t told anyone in years. “Betrayal,” he said softly, his voice tight with memory. “That’s all I’ll say.” I didn’t push him for more. I didn’t know if I wanted to know, or if I would ever be ready for the truth of it. But the scar, the way he carried it—it spoke volumes. I didn’t need him to say anything more. But what happened next… that was something neither of us could have predicted. The storm outside intensified, the wind howling like a living thing, its fury rattling the windows. I felt a sudden shift in the air between us, a kind of tension that was both palpable and undeniable.