Betrayed At 17 Novels & Stories

The first ever person I trusted who betrayed me the moment someone domineering crossed his path. “He is going to die. And painfully slow in this case.”

"Just make sure there is a tomorrow to worry about." "Three days, Beta. Mark your calendar. By week's end, your problem will be food for the ravens, and Alpha Darius will have some very uncomfortable questions to answer." As I prepared to resume my pretentious act of being the loyal brother and devoted Beta, one thought echoed through my mind with crystal clarity: Sometimes the greatest act of loyalty is betraying everyone who trusts you to keep them from learning a truth that would destroy them all. The conspiracy that had started sixteen years ago would finally end, just not in the way anyone expected.

She mocked, “at least that way she can be useful.” Suppressing the rage, I strode to my room. As soon as I snapped the doors close behind me, I buried my face in the soft pillow, muffling my sobs as my heart broke. My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal.

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

The once proud company was collapsing, and everybody knew it. Meanwhile, Tracy hadn't slept since last night when she heard the news. She was shaking a little as she poured out a glass of water for herself. Her phone buzzed. It was Victor. "Tracy," his voice came cold and sharp through the receiver. "You betrayed me." She froze. “Victor, I—no! I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” he snarled. “The police are everywhere. You gave them something, didn’t you?”

I was thirty-two, single, possibly infertile, and completely alone in a city that suddenly felt hostile. "Sure. Yeah. Two o'clock." She gave me the address. I hung up and started walking. The thing about betrayal is that it doesn't just break your heart. It breaks your ability to trust your own judgment. I'd spent three years in the wilderness, confident that my life back home was stable. I'd believed Marcus when he said he missed me. I'd trusted Lena with my relationship. I'd been so completely, catastrophically wrong about everything that mattered. And now my body was betraying me too. Because apparently, the universe had decided I needed to lose everything all at once.

I was scared of losing the coolest, most thoughtful bestfriend I have, and that fear made me chicken out. I chickened out and stupidly fell into the worst snake trap I have ever experienced in my entire life. I thought I could trust him, even though I didn't love him. But he betrayed me. That bastard Tyler betrayed me. And now, Kayden is the one paying the damn consequences of me falling into that snake trap.

Until what he decided to change himself like this? Why did he degraded himself so low? Still curious for the answer Serena then transferred her gaze towards Joshua eagerly who was clearly being hesitant now. "Until what?" Serena questioned with curiosity while waiting for Joshua to open up about her brother-in-law properly. "Until he was betrayed!" Joshua replied without any reactions, his eyes had a hint of sympathy or maybe sadness? All belonged to his rude friend, Christopher! Witnessing his suddenness, Serena became more intrigued about Christopher's past. "Betrayed?"

the words left my lips in a weak plea. I didn’t want to face yet another disappointment. Every time I learned how to trust someone, the person found a way to betray me. I didn’t want the same thing happening with Richard. Deep down, I knew I was naive. I didn’t want to be, but I had seen little to nothing of the world and things out there, so it wasn’t like I could ever be the best person to judge one’s character.

I have practically been groomed and raised to set the bar so high that I command respect from even the high and mighty. At age sixteen I was already mastering the art of winning and dining with prominent men in the society and by the time I was twenty years old, I had become so accustomed to the family business closing mega deals under almost no supervision. I made a name for myself and my family by breaking records upon records and bagging awards every single year. Yet in all those years of toiling and working I never for one second thought that those I had partnered with would betray me as much I have been betrayed right before my face.