Betrayed By Innocence Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were wide and unguarded—filled with an innocence that seemed almost too pure to be real. But I’d seen that kind of innocence before. It was the same look my father had once believed in. The same softness he’d mistaken for loyalty. The same gentle eyes that had promised peace before driving a blade between his ribs. And it had cost him everything. I had learned from his mistake. Brutally. Painfully. I knew better than to trust what looked harmless. I knew how easily innocence could rot into betrayal. “Let’s go dance,” I offered, my voice steady but threaded with something darker. I extended my hand, palm open, the way one might offer both an invitation and a challenge. She hesitated only

“We can’t trust Innocent.” “I know, but that is a risk we have to take. He has a soft spot for you and we now share a common enemy. He wants to get rid of the cabal as much as we do, and when he finds out they betrayed him--” I shrug --“you’d be surprised how quickly loyalties can shift if someone feels personally offended.” “I betrayed him too.” “Yeah, but something tells me he’ll forgive you. He’s delusional enough.” “What if he doesn’t?”

I slowly lifted my eyes to the screen Because now the betrayal was no longer hidden in shadows It was standing at the very top of our structure And the worst part was not that we had been infiltrated It was that someone we trusted completely Had just given Zarev the final key to take everything we had left to defend

I wondered if he was afraid his father might deny us, but I couldn’t see why he would, unless… I bit my lower lip. There was the illegitimacy of my birth. But I’d lived with my father and our pack since I was twelve years old; even if my parents hadn’t been married or mated or… I don’t know, hand-fasted or whatever, I had been nothing but a loyal, well-behaved member of the pack. (Or I tried my best to be, anyways. I thought I was. I was, wasn’t I?) “Luna, you’re thinking too loudly.”

The saddest thing about betrayal was that it never really came from our enemies, rather from people whom we thought we could really trust the most. "I repeat. Did you do this to him, Mr. Chevalier?" Zoey asked once more and she even pulled the poor inmate beside her and Zamantha. That action alone triggered Dionysus' raging anger once more. He was currently squinting his eyes at the way Zoey's hands were holding the inmate's arm as if it was the most grievous sin for Zoey to ever commit. "Answer me, Dionysus Chevalier. Are you deaf? Or, your arrogance made you a mute as well?"

“You’re not seriously considering raising someone else’s child, are you? Are you out of your mind?! That woman’s the mafia lord’s mistress. Aren’t you disgusted? “I kicked her out. And I made sure that baby was taken care of, too. I did what any good mother would do. I protected you from being trapped raising another man’s child! “Ugh, the nerve. If I’d known this would happen when her family went bankrupt, I would’ve canceled the engagement right then and there! You need a girl like Lily—pure, proper, and from a respectable family. A girl like her is worthy of being my daughter-in-law!” “Lily? Pure and proper? Yeah, right…” He looked between them, eyes wide and wild, as he laughed. “I messe

“I owe you my loyalty and life till the day I die Alpha. I would never sell you out or plot your end. Queen Galina, made those stories. Talitha is innocent of…” “Enough!” I interjected immediately. That Talitha was innocent. “I will punish her until she begs for death but you, I will think of something befitting for your betrayal. You're free to leave the dungeon and go back to your practice.” “Talitha…” “I don't want to hear the mention of her name!” I turn around backing her in an attempt to walk out before the pain in my heart turns uncontrollably as it threatens to combust in my chest. It hurts to get betrayed by the one person you thought had your back.

That blend of her innocence and tenderness could make anyone go crazy to taste the outcome’s sweetness. She could be read by anyone, could be tarnished by anyone, and could be deceived by anyone. Anyone like him. Because he too forced her and suppressed her like this. She was left at his mercy. She had shown him that the innocence sought in heaven was alive in today’s times.

I propped myself down on the sofa . "I can't believe she could do this and act innocent all along. She separated us for her so-called love for me. Fucking unbelievable!" The feeling of betrayal was tearing me apart. The one whom I trusted so much to be my support in those was the one who caused my sufferings. "Bitch. That's all she is." Ryan made a disgusted face. "I missed spending three damn years of my life with Brae. We would have been a family if she didn't break our marriage off. " I put my head in my hands thinking over everything.

Or breathe. Their life—so innocent, so undeserving—was cut short. By me. I was supposed to protect them. I was supposed to be their shield, their warmth, their home. But instead, I let them die. I let them go like they were nothing. “I gave them up as a sacrifice,” I mentioned, voice shaking. “And they trusted me... before they were even born, they trusted me. And I... I betrayed them.” A wave of nausea rose in my throat. Guilt wrapped its arms around me, squeezing until I could barely breathe.