Betrayal: The Book Novels & Stories

The moment she said that, my expression shifted, but it only made my face colder. "Saved your life?" I repeated. "Didn't my sister save your life, too? Despite that, you were willing to slander her, let my mother die, and let my sister's body be left out there and reduced to ashes. I really want to know what kind of debt could ever be worth that much." "Arthur, what are you talking about?" Winona asked, her voice shaking. "We don't understand. When did I ever cause your mother's death? Isn't she doing fine in the nursing home?"

The girl looking back at me was different. “No more naïve Mrs.,” I said quietly. “I’m the heiress of the Avila Cooperative.” “And I win.” Pain burned behind my eyes. Betrayal by love. Betrayal by proximity. At least Dad still had someone loyal. Mr Peter. I didn’t. I opened my drawer and took out my red lipstick. One by one, I cut out the men in suits from the photos. I pasted their faces onto the mirror. Under each face, I wrote:

She pulled it out, surprised at the weight. The cover was plain, but when she opened it, the pages revealed neat, handwritten notes in bold strokes of ink. Not a novel, but a journal. Elena’s heart thudded. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t. Yet curiosity pushed her further, flipping through the pages. Dates stretched back years, each entry short, precise, controlled. And then she found it—words that made her blood run cold: “Trust is a liability. Betrayal is inevitable. Never let them close.”

I say, feeling my throat get tight. Samara’s arms tighten around me and she looks up at me, my sorrow reflected in her eyes. “A person I trusted, a person Theo trusted, betrayed him and his family. My pack, we are going to war. I will finally be able to avenge the death of my friend and his family. And we will do that with his sister at my side.” “Alpha, who betrayed them?” Austin asks. I look at my pack members. Sawyer has been my friend my entire life. He’s spent time in this pack. Most, if not all, of my pack members know him.

Wilson drained the rest of the water in one final gulp before heaving a weary sigh. “I treated him like a son. Helped him through his financial difficulties without ever expecting anything in return. And this…” His voice cracked a bit. “This is how he repays me.” Olivia felt his pain as though it were her own. Betrayal never came from strangers. It came from the people you trusted most, the ones you welcomed into your life, the ones you gave pieces of your heart to without hesitation. And that kind of pain was shattering, the kind that left wounds far deeper than words could ever describe.

I was in deep thoughts still trying to understand the reason why she is with my husband in the first place when she has someone like Zach by her side. “Work calls, you know I'm actually thinking of quitting this bar job and just focused on my morning shift at the company.” I was still thinking about what she just told me so I couldn't even respond to what she was talking about. “Kyla, I know this isn't easy for you, if I were in your shoes I wouldn't know how to handle such a situation as well, so I want you to calm down and not do anything stupid.” “Sally, you don't understand how I feel, he betrayed me, he broke the trust in our relationship. Do you even have an idea of how that hurts?”

“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.”

" With a terrible feeling of betrayal in my chest, I withdrew my hand. We couldn't fight both sides, Thorne was correct. Betrayal was waiting if we struck a pact, even if it was just for time. From the Council. From the Mafia. Perhaps even from him. The youngest supervisor yelled after me as we turned to go, his laugh as piercing as glass. Make a thoughtful decision, Chimera King. Your own blood will engulf you with just one betrayal. With all of my nerves screaming, I froze at the entrance. Because I already knew in my heart that treachery was not going to happen. It was present.

The one person I trusted, the one person I thought I could trust with my life betrayed me like this. When Richard killed my mother, I declared I wouldn't live under the same roof with him. Richard made it clear that it was either I live together with the rest of the family or become homeless. I chose to be homeless. But this man, this same man that's betraying me right now, stepped up. Left the mansion for my sake and single handedly raised me, taught me everything I know today. I trusted him with my life for that reason. He was the only family I know and now what? “Gosh,” I could only mumble, ruffling my hair.

There was a pause before Mark cautiously added, “Should I book her down for later, though? Perhaps... perhaps it might be good to see her one last time—” Lowe’s voice cut through the room like a sharp blade. “Don’t. The answer is no.” His anger burned with the force of a wildfire, palpable in the air. “If you don’t have anything else of importance to say…” Mark bowed low and retreated from the office, but not before he noticed the anguish lurking behind Lowe’s bitter words. He understood why the mere mention of Mila would elicit such venom from Lowe—the accident, the betrayal, the drugs, the lies... all of it had left a wound so deep that it could never heal.