Betrayed By Everyone, Loved By Four. Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Maybe I can’t watch you be discarded and stand still.” The room had an edge now, sharp and bright. I wanted to tell him everything—how they’d called me orphan behind their hands, how Elena’s eyes always slid past me like I was dust, how Mia had learned to smile and slice at the same time. I wanted to tell him that Ethan’s absence had been a slow poison before it became a lethal one. Instead I let the tears come and let his fingers hold mine. The transfusion warmed me, steadying the tremor in my limbs. For a few small minutes, pain was manageable. Hope felt ridiculous and obscene and necessary all at once.

"Bitch" Elena aggressively picked the Vase from the table and raised it to smash on her head. I grabbed her hand. "Wait, hear me out." "No, she is a bitch... I am going to kill her." She thrashed in my hold. "Everyone betrayed me... Everyone! I fucking loved this, bitch, and she stabbed me in the back..." "Not everyone betrays you...." I held her back. "Tell me what happened?" "Yes, no one loves me...."

She turns to me, her eyes meeting his and the flare they had in them fading, “Killing you change nothing. It doesn’t take away the betrayal, or the pain or the misery of realising everything you thought you had with that person was all a lie.” “It wasn’t a complete lie.” I step up towards her, and her hands shoot up in protest at my movement. “You played me for a fool.” pain flashes in her eyes and it crushed my heart to see it. “I loved you and that’s why, after everything, I am still crushed and miserable. Guilt and agony came on me for what I did.” I take a steady step towards her, this time ignoring her protest. “I should never have lied to you. I should never have left you in the dark.

The journal hinted at a betrayal within the Romano family—one that implicated not just Marco Moretti but also someone close to Alessio. One entry caught my eye: “Marco came to me today, desperate. He said he had no choice, that they forced him into it. But I don’t believe him. He’s always been a coward, willing to do whatever it takes to save his own skin. But this… this is different. If he’s telling the truth, then we’re all in danger.” I turned the page, my hands trembling. The next entry was dated just days before Victor’s death: *“I’ve uncovered something… something that could destroy us all. I don’t know who to trust anymore. Even within the family, there are secrets. Lies. Betrayal. If

"Zainab I'm sorry for everything. I don't think you really know how I feel or how I desperately need your forgiveness. I love you so freaking much that it hurts. If there's anything I could do..." "There's something that you could do for me right now." "Just mention it." "Embrace me." And he did embraced her in the dark, in the middle of the sea full of candles. He did embraced her under the light of a thousand stars. He did embraced her because he desperately wanted to. He did embraced her because it's halal. They're halal And he embraced her because they are meant to be even after he Betrayed her. *****

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.

Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind. A sudden realization struck me, and the weight of it bore down on me like a crushing force, making it nearly impossible to draw a breath. The gravity of the revelation pressed against my chest, and the pain was unbearable. In that moment, I knew I had to escape, to run away from the overwhelming feelings of hurt, betrayal, and pain.

2 long years passed since she left him Since she betrayed him But still that wound felt as fresh as yesterday He laid everything at her feet Raised her to the standars of a princess Loved her like he nevee loved anyone But in return what did he get? His father's death His own mate's betrayal Sometimes he used to think that was her love an act Did she for even a heartbeat loved him Did she meant the words she said on their last day together But now with time all these doubts got more and more stronger His questioning ceased and assumptions became a belief He now believes that she never loved him,that she was worst than his enemies and he was blind to trust her. After that he never trusted any

The beads of sweat on his forehead tell me he's trying hard to restrain himself. Actually, I don't mind if it hurts, because somewhere in my heart, I know that I'm going to hurt him. "I love you!" I cry, tears continue to escape through the corners of my eyes with each powerful thrust. ' Even though I'm going to betray you... I still love you, and I always will ' So tonight will be the last time... * *

He didn’t answer immediately. Then he leaned closer. “Because I loved you.” The room became silent. I stared at him. He didn’t look away. “I loved you before you disappeared.” My throat tightened. “I don’t remember.” “I know.” “I don’t even know if I can love anyone right now.” “You don’t have to.” His answer came so quickly that I looked at him. “I don’t?” “No.” He leaned back. “You just survived being betrayed by the people you trusted most.” My eyes burned.