Betrayed From Birth Novels & Stories

But you and me will get over it together, just like we always did baby girl” “I don’t know how I’ll do it Nik, I’m scared. The girl that I trusted, the girl who was just like my sister. The girl broke me like no other person can, she betrayed the people who have taken her in as one of their own. She broke them all, how is anyone going to look at me again? How are they going to trust anyone I bring in? My mum tried killing my brother, my father tried killing you and me, Natalie…” Nikolay tightened his arms around me as a sob broke from my lips. I couldn’t handle all this pain on my own, I was frightened. Hell, I was petrified of what I was to hear after all this, of everyone that I was going

90 meters to prove it. He was born with a strong sense of justice and a noble heart that fought for the freedom of his people, he never allowed his will to bend but when he achieved all his goals he was betrayed by the person he trusted the most... his lifelong friend, the man who grew up with him and wanted to have everything he owned.

I wish I could say life is blossoming for me, but that would be a far fetched lie. A very contradicting one to the truth. They say a baby is a blessing. A new pure life brought into this world of sin. But then I question, has the sin engulfed Amaya-Blaze? She was brought into this world by great betrayal, a grave sin. The betrayal of a lover and a best friend. •●• June 25th, 2000

She pointed at Leonardo with trembling fingers. “You! You just killed our child with your bare hands!” Leonardo looked startled, but he quickly turned to me, panic appearing on his face as he rushed to explain. “It's not what you think, Madeline! We always used protection. There’s no way she could be pregnant with my child! “She must have slept with another mafia boss. There’s no way that thing inside her is mine!” “Leonardo, stop being disgusting.” My voice was ice-cold. “In the previous lifetime, you and Dora went to great lengths to kill me. And now you’re playing the devoted lover? You never loved me. You only cared about my family’s power and wealth.”

"I made a mistake — no, I destroyed everything and I see that now. But we can fix it, for the kids... for us." Her eyes didn’t waver and she still maintained eye contact with me. "There is no ‘us’ anymore, Lyon." She stated coldly. "You ended that the day you chose betrayal over loyalty, the day you believed a lie over me. And you made sure I left with nothing but my broken self." "But I didn’t know you were pregnant, you didn't mention it to me," I argued, and it was a silly excuse on my behalf. "I would have never —"

I'm caught up in something far greater than myself, trapped between wanting peace and being devoted to Marco. I know in my heart that Sofia is correct. We have already lost a great deal in this war, and we have no idea how much more we will lose if it goes on. However, Marco is my rock in this storm, and it feels like a betrayal of everything we have fought for to go against him and betray his trust.

“You betray your pack for money? You endanger my wife and child!” “He promised I would be his Beta,” he blurted out, his hands shaking violently. “He said the pack was better off without you and the people needed to see it. It was only to scare them, to make them rally against you. That was what he told me. I had nothing to do with their chant.” My hand wrapped itself around his jaw and I squeezed tightly. He whimpered as his eyes rested on mine. “Who promised you?” “Trevor.” I nodded, my eyes red with anger. “Did you kill him to protect yourself?”

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.”

They had taken everything. Piece by piece, moment by moment, until I had nothing left. Not my dignity. Not my family. Not even my child. “Liam,” I whispered into the sterile air, his name splintering on my tongue. The monitors beside me beeped steadily, too steady, as though mocking the storm raging inside me. My body was alive, but my soul—my soul was splintered, fractured by years of being made small, by one night that ended with my son bleeding in my arms.

“Loyalty?” He nodded, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Yes. Loyalty. Do you know what betrayal looks like? It’s not always a knife in your back. Sometimes it’s a deal your rival makes behind your father’s name. Sometimes it’s a smile at the table while they poison your food. And sometimes—” he pointed toward the cages, his finger steady, “—it’s raising the children of the men who tried to wipe out your family, letting them grow strong enough to finish what their fathers started.”