Betrayed From Birth 소설 & 이야기

But a stain to my father's name was a call for war. I turned to the girl who had spoken to me, I could tell that I was vibrating from anger. "Did you just call my father a traitor?" I asked her. "If he is not a traitor, then what would you call him? You're the daughter of a fucking traitor and deserter." She said to me, "And you?" I asked her. "What about me?" She asked me. "Hannah, we all know your story. Your mother betrayed your father's mate bond by sleeping with an Omega and thus, you were born. Her treachery drove your father over the board and he poisoned himself with wolfsbane." I said to her,

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

“Those ninety-nine IVF rounds, the hope, the heartbreak, the injections, the surgeries, you knew all of it.” “My positive pregnancy test, the one I planned to give you as a surprise on our tenth anniversary, you didn’t know that either.” “You only knew one thing: that I ‘owed’ you a child.” My voice remained steady, but each sentence made his face turn whiter, his body start to tremble. “You only knew how to force a confession out of me. How to throw me into jail.” “No, Serena…no, that wasn’t…” He was unraveling, words tripping over each other.

I never even considered that he might cheat. Julian's perfect persona had convinced me that he was the only one in this world who would never betray me. And I had given my trust to the person least deserving of it. Sienna was about to give birth. She clenched her fists, instinctively pushing with each contraction. Her fans, of course, wouldn't miss this moment. They pushed forward desperately, trying to capture the precious moment of the baby's birth. Julian delivered the baby while shooing everyone away. He warned them repeatedly not to take pictures and told them to leave immediately.

“Are you insane? That’s extortion! Besides, aren’t you already cozying up to the Jones family? Why are you coming after me now?” “Because this baby is yours! You wouldn’t take responsibility, so I drugged Damien and seduced him—dressed up just like Estelle to trick him into sleeping with me. But once the baby’s born, he’ll realize it isn’t his. And when that happens, you’ll be dragged into this mess too.” Her voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. “Landon, this is your last chance. Give me the two hundred million, and I’ll disappear with the baby. No one ever has to know.”

Killian asked and Maya narrowed her eyes at him. " If you betray me, all our promises will be void. I will leave and you'll never find me again." She answered. " Are you planning on betraying me?" Although she had a smile on her face, her heart trembled as she asked that question. Betrayal was something that accompanied her whole life. Her family betrayed her, casting her aside and treating her like an outsider. Then Theo happened. He was Once her world. She worshipped him but at the end of the day, he didn't keep his promise to her so she chose to leave, finding herself in the arms of Killian.

Her heart felt cold. They betrayed her They used her. They drugged her. They took her body, her trust, and now... her child. A baby she carried for nine months. A baby she sang to in the dark. A baby she dreamed of holding. And now they were saying that baby wasn’t hers?

I froze. That was when a voice slithered into the air. “Do you know what it is to be betrayed, child?” I spun toward the sound, though my blind eyes could see nothing. My pulse raced. The voice was neither male nor female, but both at once. It was rich, low, and slippery like oil on water. “Betrayal is sharper than any blade,” it continued. “It comes not from strangers but from those you hold close; family, friends, and lovers. Trust is the knife, and they twist it deep.”

It started quietly as guilt and Damon had been telling himself for weeks that he was managing it. He had created reasons around himself and he lived inside them like walls, every excuse sounded reasonable. He had sat beside her and watched a woman process a betrayal she didn’t yet have the full knowledge of, and he had thought, with a clarity: She trusts me. And he had been keeping something from her.

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.