Betrayed Into His Arms Novels & Stories

It was a glass trinket dropped from a hundred stories, exploding upon impact. My eyes burned and my vision went watery again. I sucked in a shaky breath and shook my head. A few hours ago, only a few hours ago, I had thought everything was perfectly fine. I’d still thought I would be getting married — maybe the end of this year, but most certainly by the end of next. I’d thought he was my one and only…and I’d thought he’d felt the same about me. I sniffled and tried to fight back the well of tears. He wasn’t going to make me cry. I wasn’t going to cry, I couldn’t let him make me cry…I racked my mind for anything other than the hurt. Any thought or memory or wish, anything that wasn’t focusin

He wouldn't try to wrap anything in silk. “How could I have trusted you when you didn't trust me with your secrets? You need to understand where I stand.” His words squeezed my heart painfully. I felt like I was betrayed by my own mate. I wanted to answer him but no words came out of my mouth. I was about to slap him again when he grabbed both of my wrists, twisted my arms and pinned both of my hands behind my back. His face was suddenly so close to mine, I could taste his warm breaths in my mouth.

She felt completely shattered, the weight of the betrayal too much to carry alone. In that moment, it didn’t matter that she was in Armin’s arms or that she had pushed him away before. All she knew was that she needed someone—anyone—to help her bear the pain. “It hurts so much,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to him like he was her lifeline. “I trusted him, and he—he just—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, the betrayal too raw to speak aloud. Armin’s heart broke for her. “I know,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he continued to hold her close. “I know it hurts. But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Remember our plan.” I went still in his arms. Then, a hollow, broken laugh escaped me. “You actually thought I believed you?” I twisted to look at him, tears of rage and betrayal streaming down my face. “You’re no different. You’re all the same. And I know what comes next. You’re going to kill me.” His benevolent mask vanished, replaced by a snarl of pure impatience. “Since you know,” he hissed, “then why don’t you just shut the fuck up!”

I'm choking. My grabbed his arms to stopped as quickly as I could. I abruptly takeoff his hands to let me go. Hence, I forsaken him at the very first time. I ran away from him. My tears kept falling. My heart throbs painfully in my chest. I can't accept! It's really painful! I feel like I'm being betrayed.

Jeremiah and Suzan’s late father. ‘’Your father was my very good friend, and the both of us trusted each other. But he betrayed me. He informed me. Suzan was then very shocked, hearing that her father betrayed him. She was aware that both her father and Mr.Jeremiah were great friends. Even before the painful murder of her late father and mother, she knew how they were very close with Mr.Jeremiah. Truly, she was provoked after hearing such words of information. But then, she refused to let it be known to him that she already knew about the details of those who murdered her parents.

“No! I won’t allow it! Estelle, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance. I swear I won’t hurt you again. I’ll become the man I used to be—the Damien who loved you, and only you!” He yanked hard, trying to pull me into his arms. Suddenly, Julian appeared. He seized Damien’s wrist and twisted it violently. Crack! The sickening sound of dislocation split the air. Julian’s face was stone-cold as he draped his jacket over my shoulders and pulled me into his embrace. “Damien, let her go. Your presence only brings her pain and suffering.”

I didn’t want to believe that the man who had raised me, who had promised me the world, could betray me like this. My chest heaved, and I felt a sob rise in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I couldn’t break—not now. Tears streamed down his face, and I could see that he was already broken, but that didn’t matter. It didn’t change the fact that he was handing me over like some object to be bartered with. Like I was nothing. “I trusted you,” I whispered, my voice raw with pain. “I thought you’d protect me.” His face crumpled further, and he looked away, ashamed.

She mocked, “at least that way she can be useful.” Suppressing the rage, I strode to my room. As soon as I snapped the doors close behind me, I buried my face in the soft pillow, muffling my sobs as my heart broke. My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal.

“He’s out there—with them. He… he must have told them. He exposed us.” The words sank like stones in my chest, heavy and suffocating. Betrayal cut deeper than the wound in my hand, sharper than any blade. I had trusted him—trusted his hands, his knowledge, the care that kept me breathing. And now he stood with the wolves who wanted me caught… or dead. Another voice jeered from outside, cruel and mocking. “Don’t try to run. We’ll drag both of you out if we must. Your little act ends tonight.”