Betrayed At 17 Novels & Stories

Seven years ago, Patrick was excited to introduce his unmarried friend to his crush, but then he stood her up. Since then, he never mentioned the unmarried girl again. He noticed his friend never wanted to bring it up and never asked. He only heard vague rumors like, "Isn't that girl your childhood sweetheart?" Patrick laughed heartily, throwing his glass to the side and grabbing the bottle of wine to drink heavily. "Childhood sweetheart, my foot! She cheated on me and had a child with someone else." Betrayed by his childhood sweetheart, Patrick completely changed. From a bright and sunny young man, he became a bloodthirsty wolf on the battlefield, making his opponents wary.

Because he hadn’t thought that his fated mate would keep herself hidden that long. “There’s a lot of things that I haven’t told you,” he finally confessed. His eyes continued to hold hers as she searched his. “I should’ve just told you from the beginning when I started having my doubts, but I didn’t want to be seen as stupid for not recognizing what happening.” She swallowed thickly. “What have you been keeping from me?” “I was betrayed and deceived since I was sixteen,” he told her. Her eyes widened in surprise at that. “I believe that I was spelled to fall hard for Mia.”

I ignored the flashing scenes for too long because I was stupidly blinded by love, I made excuses every time he came home later, every time money went missing. Then one night he made a bet he couldn't cover. A bet with men who do not forgive. My sister died because of him. And I? I was the payment. Jason had run. Disappeared into the shadows like a cockroach when the light turns off. He left me to pay for his sins. He left me to be handed over to these traffickers as compensation and I've been here ever since.

The way his face had gone pale, like a man staring straight into a past he thought was dead. “She was part of my life before everything I am now,” he continued. “Before the money. Before the power. Before I learned how to survive.” Her heart clenched. “And what did you do to survive?” He hesitated. That pause told her more than words ever could. “I loved her,” he admitted. “And I betrayed her.” The confession landed like a slap. She laughed once, hollow and sharp. “Of course you did.” “It wasn’t like that,” he said quickly. “I was young. Desperate. I was involved with people I shouldn’t have been. Things went wrong. Someone had to take the fall.”

“It seems like he has been working against you.” His expression blanked, no longer able to read what was behind those onyx eyes. For the first time, Lazarus strewed in silence, a clear blockage between us. “Family can betray you; I know that better than anyone else.” His sorrowful eyes locked on mine, swirling with disdain. “I told you Ma Cherie, I’m no stranger to betrayal.” Guilt clung to soul, squeezing my heart because I was one of those people. I betrayed him the moment I decided to join The Rebel’s Creed.

I became even more trust before I had to tell the biggest mistake of my early years. "Elena was..." I struggled for words. "Someone I trusted. A long time ago." "That's not an answer." "I know." I grabbed myself a drink as I needed something to do with my hands. "Elena was a childhood friend. We are from the same neighorhood. When I inherited the family business, I had her work in my company. Gave her a position. Protected her." "And?" "And she betrayed me." The words came out flat. She turned informant for a rival family. Intelligence that was compromised about our activities, our safe houses and the people we are associated with. Twelve of my men laid down their lives because of that one w

That day, Wanda ran a red light to take a shortcut. A runaway truck came barreling toward us. Without thinking, I shoved her out of the way. My leg was crushed under the wheels. I suffered a comminuted fracture. After surgery, I lay in the hospital bed and was drenched in sweat from the pain. Wanda only stayed with me until noon. Chris called and said he'd just gone through a breakup. He was drinking at a bar and was contemplating suicide. Wanda immediately stood up with panic written all over her face.

She even publicly accused several of his secretaries of being mistresses. Morale at the company plummeted, and with the business already struggling, it only got worse. As for Lily, after her abortion, she spiraled. Now she’s known in wealthy social circles as a full-time mistress, constantly getting into fights on the streets with the wives of her sugar daddies. Knowing that the people who hurt me are now living miserable lives didn’t rattle me. After all, I’ve already found my happiness. Now that I had that, the dirt from my past didn’t matter.

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

I came out as a whisper so soft ! He waited for me to say more , "she's just a child" more tears flow down my eyes ,I can't let this happen ,I won't be able to live if something happens to her or even any other member of my family ,I just can't let this happen. My lower lip trembles while talking it's like energy is draining out of my system "well I tried to talk things out between us ,I even asked about a normal dinner date nothing else nothing more but what do I get in return a BETRAYAL ,but it's wasn't enough I again tried to be calm around you but what do I get a wounded head ,blood dripping down my chin making a scenery on my shirt severol hits and what not and don't even let me start o