Betrayed Into His Arms Novels & Stories

The bond between them pulsed with his grief, his rage, his doubt. She held him, her arms around his trembling frame, whispering the only truth she had left. “They betrayed you. But I won’t. Not ever.” And for the first time in what felt like forever, Dante let himself believe her.

"Let's go to sleep, Nightingale." I slept in the arms of this man who betrayed me and wounded my heart deeply, but who makes me promises of love. He takes me to heaven with his caresses, envelops me in a cloud of happiness, and makes me want everything with him. But he also took me to hell, and my heart still fears being betrayed again.

Until it was just us. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. He came to me, slow but sure, and wrapped his arms around me. No words, just warmth. Just the steady anchor of his body pressing into mine. And for the second time in my life, I wept. Quietly, against his neck. Not tears of weakness—never weakness. But tears of betrayal. Tears that burned more than rage because they came from the core, from the very place I once held trust.

Until she shattered in my arms, crying out my name like a vow. Until I followed, emptying everything into her, my forehead resting against hers, both of us panting, drenched in sweat, tangled in darkness and betrayal. “Good boy,” she whispered.

Ivan took my hand, looking at me with unwavering sincerity. "Before God and everyone present, I hereby swear. "Through life and death, glory or ruin, my loyalty, my love, my everything, belong only to you." He unfastened his cufflinks, exposed his wrist, and made a small cut on his palm with a dagger. I did the same. Blood welled up, and he clasped my hand. Our fingers entwined while our blood mingled. "From this moment on, you are my wife. You are my family."

The loud and irregular heartbeat in my chest became steady whenever he used his hand to guide me through the faintest pressure of his hand at my back. I allowed myself to release my emotions after months of keeping them hidden behind my protective wall which had developed after experiencing betrayal and chaos and keeping secrets. My mind told me to stay away from dangerous things but my heart kept inviting me to enter a risky situation.I tried to speak the words which represented my emotional chaos but they became stuck in my throat. Victor's eyes became dark and intense with a special softening quality which made him appear vulnerable.

he added. I laughed softly “I am not going to marry him” “That’s good” he smiled. “Thanks, I really need your help, I have no one else to trust” I said placing my hand on his. “Of course, I’m here for you” he said. Liam’s Pov The glass shattered on the ground, my palm bleeding from the shards, I couldn’t care less. I had just lost another contract.

Dante was surprised as he stood still for a second before his arms wrapped around me. He held me tight, he did not ask any more questions. He just let me cry. He held me like he would never let me go. I felt bad that I had to betray him to save my son and if he was to find out, he’d never be able to forgive me, that was for sure. I was going to be lying to the man who was holding me and willing to give us a chance. I was about to betray his trust. And it felt like the worst feeling in the world.

A note under my daughter's pillow reads, "This is our little secret. Don't tell your dad." I hold the note in my hand, and the tips of my fingers turn cold. My buddy, Liam Lywood, is my childhood friend. He always wears my old T-shirts and frequently stays at my house. My wife, Gina Stroud, often praises him. "Now this feels like a real home." Yet my five-year-old daughter, Trixie Glasby, now looks at me like I'm a stranger. It turns out, the man I treat as a brother is sleeping with my wife. And the daughter I cherish has already been brainwashed by those two shameless people into turning against me! When I slap the note down in front of Gina, she snaps instead, "What are you imagini

"No matter what happens. No matter who tries to hurt you, I will always be right here to defend you." A sharp, unbearable stab of guilt sliced through my chest at his words. He was being so incredibly good to me. He was being completely loyal, devoted, and honest, standing right beside me despite everything my father was doing to tear us apart. And in return, I had allowed another man to pull me into his arms. I had let Levi kiss me, and I had kissed him back with equal passion. I had completely betrayed Mariano's trust, and I was standing here in his arms acting like a coward. The physical sensation of his embrace suddenly became too much to bear. It felt suffocating. It felt disgustingly f