Betrayed But More Powerful Novel Novels & Stories

The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how many people stood to benefit from his downfall. There was John, his business partner, who had seemed almost too eager to take over the company since the accident. And then there was Micheal, Alexandro's cousin, who had suggested that they run away with his fortune. The very idea made her skin crawl. Clara knew she needed to be careful, watch her back and be vigilant in this world of deceit and greed. She couldn't trust anyone completely, except maybe Nanny Grace and Alex, Alexandro's assistant. But even then, Clara wondered how far she could rely on them. She was new to this world of power and money, and she knew that she had a lo

“Tyler Eric Houston, you are charged with eighteen counts of mate bond betrayal and infidelity, guilty by your own admission. You are further accused of putting your pack in danger by leaving a hole in the warrior defenses as a direct result of the crimes you committed. Mate bond betrayal is abuse as outlined in your pack’s bylaws. Abuse is punishable by lashes from the silver whip. Do you have anything to say before punishment is carried out?” Alpha King Bradford recited. “Vanessa Stinson is a whore and has betrayed the bond herself. She ran away of her own accord and is the one who created the hole in the warrior defenses. Not that there’s a hole, she wasn’t that strong,” I replied.

His eyes—full of regret. She walked over to the floor-length mirror and stared at her reflection. Her makeup was still flawless, her lips still wore a shade of bold red, and her posture screamed power. But her eyes… they betrayed her. “What if he’s truly sorry?” The thought came uninvited, gentle at first, then louder, like a drumbeat. Chris had hurt her—deeply. He’d betrayed her trust, broken her heart, and married her sister. But tonight, for the first time, he hadn’t worn the mask of arrogance. He had looked genuinely lost.

This was my first time entering Dale’s study, and it was clean and tidy. On the desk was River’s photo. Next to one of the table legs was a piece of paper filled with her name. Every stroke was filled with a boy’s love. I thought that I could calmly accept the truth of being betrayed. However, I could not. It felt as if my heart was being squeezed tightly, and it hurt so much that I was suffocating.

But, should I be angry? The answer should be on the tip of your tongue….. No. I don't have any right to be angry at him because I might have done the same thing if I was betrayed. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the consequences of being attached to the only person I betrayed. And maybe in the midst of his politeness, I thought, maybe somewhere in the deep pools of his forest greens, he saw me. The real me. What a grave illusion it was! Why would Xavier Knight whom I betrayed would ever consider anything except loyalty from my side. And, maybe he was right. I might be one of his side chicks who got screwed last night.

One night without danger, secrets, or the complicated mess surrounding them. But Hope Elara was sitting across from him in the dress she had hidden for years, slowly trusting him with pieces of herself she had kept buried. And Valduz was still hiding something from her. Something that could destroy that trust. For the first time that night, he wondered if keeping quiet was more dangerous than telling her the truth. Because the closer Hope Elara came to trusting him completely, the worse the betrayal would feel when she learned about Anastasia Rizen from someone else.

“I’m guessing that Sawyer also didn’t tell you that Althea lost her white wolf because of it. She betrayed the Moon Goddess, along with all of us, and Gillian paid the price.” He turns, walking back in his cell, running his fingers through his hair before turning back. “Where is Althea now?” “With Sawyer, wherever those who betray the Moon Goddess go when they die.” “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” he screams, grabbing for me through the cell bars. The smell of his burning skin is worse than the sound of his skin sizzling on the silver. I lean forward. “I’d rather be a son of a bitch than a friend who betrays the ones who trusted him.”

Half-sitting as if to grab the fallen book, he swiftly placed the bug under the cupboard. The memories reeled in his mind and swelled hard. "Shit! Eve trusted you like an idiot, I trusted you like an idiot, but we were fooled by you, Zoey," he whispered to himself, a clear, painful betrayed feeling in his voice. "Eve, always scared of being alone, but you're the one who made her life terrified." A silent tear fell from his chin. "How can you do this to us? Eve cared for you as a sister, and she wants you to be happy, but you returned only pain to her. Why is there so much malice in you, Zoey?" He let out a deep breath and punched his knuckles on the table. "Without knowing all the shitty, fu

"By pretending to be on our side while feeding information to our enemy?" "I WAS on your side! I am on your side! I made a mistake, but I chose you in the end!" "Did you?" Meridith's voice was soft, deadly. "Or did you choose the winning side? Now that Victoria's defeated, of course you'd align with Xavier. But what happens when someone stronger comes along? When someone offers you an even better deal?" "That won't happen," Sophie insisted. "I swear on my life—" "Your life means nothing," Meridith interrupted. "You've already proven you can't be trusted. Which brings us to the final secret. The one that will break everything apart."

The grounds outside were silent and black and only the slowly tracing arc of an orange cigarettetip signaled one guard on the far wall. I watched him, and I thought about the nature of betrayal. About how it required intimacy. How you couldn't betray a stranger-not really, not with any kind of lasting effect that wasn't healed by the time you died-you had to trust someone first, had to grant them the unique access only trust allows. I had trusted my uncle. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Somewhere down the corridor a floorboard squeaked. I froze. Another sound; it wasn't a step but the redistribution of weight, like someone standing outside my door, or at least right by it. I d