Betrayed By The Game Novels & Stories

How could you betray us like this? Shirley lowered her head and looked like she wanted to disappear on the spot. "Just yesterday Keith told me you were someone trustworthy. He insisted he was going to marry you. How could you do this to him? "Please never come to our house again. And stay away from Keith from now on!" By the time Shirley was taken away by the police, her face had gone pale. Right before leaving, she finally dropped the act and glared at me viciously. 'Keith, just wait. I'll make your life a living hell!'

“His puppet or not, I do not care. Dwelling into this sin, I’ll gladly embrace everything of those. With who am I now, I could never turn back. To these doubts, I shall hide it carefully for in this world the one you can only trust is yourself. As you better with the enemy, than the friends to whom you betray.” Claiming the fact of his life now and the things and circumstances that brought him into this stance. His menacing heart becomes tainted with white upon knowing that the person he ought to revive is all along alive. To the plot they concocted and made everyone believe that he died, a ticking annoyance is making him regret everything and such. Yet, with this game, the contract he signe

To repay them for something that had never been his fault. But now, after all these years—after everything—he had learned the truth. They had set him up. They had used him. His entire life had been a game they played, a trap they had set long ago. And he had walked straight into it. How could anyone survive a betrayal like this? James was silent now. His breathing had evened out, but his shoulders were still rigid, his body stiff with tension.

I was foolish listening to her, and letting her win, but after all these weeks, I now could see the game she had played with me, which almost cost me everything. But at that moment, I could feel that I wasn’t the only one feeling the betrayal by her, as I began to feel Alpha Gunner’s feelings, telling me that he too could see her for what she is. Squeezing his hand, I let him know that I was here now beside him, and that I was going to remain by his side, as we both seek justice, for all the pain and heartache she has caused us.

"We have a bigger problem. The serum came from inside your pack. Amelia's influence runs deeper than we thought." Another message flashed: "Stay where you are. There are more traitors than we realized." I opened the drawer of my desk and pushed in the wedding photo, finally ready to let go of the past. Rain continued pouring with thunder rolling across London. My eyes closed, knowing this was really only the first page of battle: his betrayal was just the beginning of a game that threatened everything we had built up. And in the building below, a monster wore my ex-hus band's face and dreamed of power he was never meant to possess.

I quickly opened a bottle of wine neatly placed on the table and downed it in a go. That was when I broke. I dropped by the bed and sank to the floor, the rug, soft under my knees as I folded into myself. My whole body shook but I didn't even care that I was sobbing like a child. It poured out of me. Everything. The pain, the betrayal, the shame, the rage. All of it. The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I moved closer. The traitor turned at the sound, eyes narrowing. Recognition flashed across their face. “Adrian…” Their voice faltered, disbelief mingling with fear. I stepped into the dim light, weapon trained but not firing. “We need to talk,” I said, voice low, controlled. “You betrayed us. You betrayed her. You betrayed me. And now… you pay the price.” The traitor laughed, harsh, bitter. “You think you can stop this? You’re already behind, Knight. Too late. You’ve already lost.”

“You are the most foolish woman in the world. “If you just wanted a man out of desperation, you could’ve remarried, preserved your dignity. “I was away for years and couldn’t take care of you and Bran properly. I wouldn’t have blamed you—in fact, I would’ve given you a large sum of money as compensation.” “But you had no right to cross my bottom line.” Tears streamed down Celina’s face as she looked at me. “Please don’t hate me, Callum,” she sobbed. “It was Andy! He told me you had defected and that our entire family would be implicated! “He tricked me! I swear! “I thought he came to save us. So what if we had to live under someone else’s roof and watch our words and actions?” That had to be

After Jackson went back that day, he didn’t sign the settlement document I handed him. The next day, he simply threw it into the trash. He’s been having his subordinates wait downstairs at my apartment to track my movements. But in the past few days, I hadn’t gone down at all. Later, the arms dealer sent an email. Since we didn’t pay the deposit on time, that batch of weapons had already been sold to someone else. When I heard the news, I felt a bit of regret. However, I quickly accepted the result.

“I just received the update.” My stomach sank before he even said it. “He’s dead, ma’am. Shot twice. We don’t know who ordered the hit yet.” The hallway tilted. Or maybe I did. All the fragile hope I’d been clutching cracked straight through the middle. I’d finally started to believe I was close to something—one truth, one answer, one person who could tell me why my life had been torn apart. And now he was gone. Erased. “Serena.” Lucas’s voice was sharper now, closer. My knees buckled, and I barely felt the floor drop before his arms caught me.