Betrayed By Innocence Novels & Stories

My fury can’t be conveyed in words, no matter what her perception of trust is, it won’t invalidate the fact that she fooled and betrayed me, she used me for her gain, so she could get out of the chain and get me stuck in it. The sound of the siren of cops suddenly erupted. “Run Sierra, don’t get caught or it’ll be the end of you.” Britanny’s words echoed in the entire mansion, they slowly evaporated and were replaced by my tired breathing. Taking the back door, I run and escape. Britanny is right, no matter how innocent you are, if the opponent was powerful enough to break you with just one word from them, you’ll lose. No matter how you fought for the truth, evilness will prevail.

“Throw me in a cell. Threaten me. It won’t matter. I won’t confess to something I didn’t do.” Kizito stared at him with that unsettling calm again. “And yet you fight so hard.” The line hit him like a blow. His breath paused, shoulders stiffening. I saw something then—the flash of emotion he failed to bury in time. Not fear of prison—fear of betraying his crew. That was the real silence. Not guilt. Not guilt— loyalty. I filed it away. Kizito stepped closer, voice dropping with calculated precision. “If you’re innocent, the truth will defend you. If you’re lying, silence will destroy you.”

He did not like it when someone wastes his time. "The members of Midnight pack betrayed me. They denounced me as their Luna after all the sacrifices that I made for them. If that is not enough, they welcomed the new Luna with so much glory. I am doing this because I want revenge. They betrayed me and they deserve to pay for that," Cynthia said and she could feel pain throbbing at the back of her throat. She had not gotten over the fact that the people she trusted the most betrayed her. There was a long while of silence and Cynthia did not know how this would turn out.

If this is the last time they’ll see me, then they’ll see me as someone brave, someone who trusted but was abandoned, and someone who loved, but was betrayed. When I reach the platform of the guillotine, I face King Orvyn in the fiercest manner I can pull off, forcing courage into my trembling body. My broken voice rises above the silence. “I was innocent and obedient to every word of my superiors, even to you, my king… my fated mate. I trusted you more than I trusted myself. I cried in secret, where no one could hear, and I carried the pain alone, believing I was proving my loyalty to you while my suffering was all worth it.”

Resigned to whatever came next. "The trap didn't work," I said. "Conspiracy didn't respond. Which means either you're innocent or they're cautious." "Or they knew it was a trap. Because I'm not their source. Because you imprisoned the wrong person." "I'm releasing you. With apologies. And understanding if you hate me." "I don't hate you. I pity you. Because you're so scared of betrayal you can't recognize loyalty. So traumatized by past you can't trust present. That's no way to live. No way to lead."

~SOPHIA'S POV~ "Betrayal can be extremely painful but it's up to you how much that pain damages you permanently." These were the words of a woman named Emily, her last name I couldn't remember. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that her words held some truth. Betrayal does hurt. It hurts very much. But what she wasn't right about is that you don't get to decide how much the pain damages. Because there would be nothing left of you to decide over. There would be nothing left of you to save and nothing left to heal. For you would only be a hollow version of yourself, filled with agony, self-loath, and regret.

Swiftly, I fled the office, propelled by the sting of betrayal and heartbreak. The stares of my colleagues on the way out were inconsequential; I couldn't care less. Now I understood why he changed the staff when he became the managing director, shielding his deceit from my awareness. I just needed to hold on until I reached my car. Fortunately, I arrived, staring at my reflection in the rearview mirror—pathetic and broken.

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

I ate from the same plate with her and yet she dared to betray me. Not once. Not twice and each time, I foolishly forgave her. I was loyal, even discarding my mate for her and at what expense? She betrayed me, with her eyes wide open. No conscience and even her last words were none of apology. Betrayal they say, comes from the closest and this time, it really did come from the one person, I didn't think it would. How had she gone from the innocent Arianna to this cunning, deceptive lady she was?

But what I saw in his eyes that moment was not loyalty but betrayal. I wept bitterly as realization hit me. The web of lies and deceit was broader and deeper than I knew. I was alone… all alone in this twisted game that I knew nothing about. He came closer. “Denial is useless at this point, Reign. The evidence we got is incriminating enough. The law has to take its course.” The law...the bent law. The law that punished the innocent. I could not respond. It was pointless. My truth and innocence meant nothing to those people now. If they hadn’t believed me up to this point, then they never would. If my very own mate had declared me a traitor, that was final.