Betrayed Into His Arms Novels & Stories

“Why is my life falling apart? He still doesn’t see how badly he’s hurt Freya, or he doesn’t care. Now, I need to tell him that I’m pregnant with a second one of his, and deal with that fall out. Nothing about my situation is normal.” He kisses my temple. “Everything is going to work out. Let it all out now,” he said soothingly as he rocked me in his arms. What is it about this man that has always been able to steady me no matter how rocky things have felt to me? I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again.

The sapphire bracelet my grandmother had left me, a flawless royal blue piece worth more than 4,000,000 dollars, turned up on Cecelia Swanson's social media. In the photo, the assistant, fresh out of college, raised a glass of champagne. Her smug caption made my skin crawl: [Thank you for spoiling me, Mr. Tavernier. The Professor said this bracelet alone could buy a few houses~] I sent Mason Tavernier a text. [Bring the bracelet back within two hours, or face the consequences.] He left me on Read. Two hours later, I sat staring at my phone, my finger hovering over the [Report to Police] button. Three seconds passed. Then the reception erupted into chaos. Through the venue's security

A crack ran through the shaft. I had picked up the wrong spear. "Shit," I muttered. In my panic, I failed to notice Lycon's spear slamming into my shoulder. Pain exploded through my arm. The force sent me stumbling backward. "Seems like I'm destined to hit this floor today," I thought bitterly. There was no way I could stop the fall. Just as I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact... Someone caught me. Not romantically. An arm hooked firmly around my neck in an almost possessive hold.

She again took me in a hug. " W-When he was speak-king , the hurt , the b-betrayal shone in his eyes. He hasn't forgotten anything, Bri. He spat each word with so much d-disgust like he was pained at the s-sight of me." I tightened my arms around her , trying to relieve a bit of the pain that was consuming me from inside and I don't know when I fell asleep like that in her arms , crying my heart out. ………….

He sat me on the bench and kneeled in front of me, holding my face in his hands. “Talk to me Harper” he said, his brown eyes boring into mine. I took several deep breaths. “Everything is too perfect,” I said plainly. A smile etched across his face. “That freaks you out?” he asked intuitively. I nodded, unable to voice my concerns. “It’s okay, you’re allowed to be happy and have things go right. You’ve had a rough life, baby, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make your life as easy and smooth as possible. We will face whatever obstacle comes our way together, you won’t have to do it alone anymore baby, I’m here for you” he finished, squeezing my hands. I nodded again, getting a gr

"Yes, my little moon. We'll always be together." I turned around in his lap to lay my head onto his chest. I breath in his scent that I haven't smelled in an awfully long time feeling safe surrounded by his warmth and love. For the first time in the four years, we were apart that I can feel this way again and as I was starting to think everything is going to alright again thats when I felt the sharp pains in both my arms. The pain was so bad that I couldn't help but to scream. "My little moon, what's wrong? Why are you screaming?"

He added bitterly and then left my hand and stepped away. I looked into his eyes for one last hopeless attempt to search for my Alex, for any trace of him, but alas, that Alex is long gone. He really did change. And he had the total right to. "Do you know what i feel now? I feel betrayed. I feel stupid. You betrayed me. You broke the trust we had." I sensed the pain behind his words, "Cara when you were sleeping in other man's arms everyday , i was laying debating with myself wether i should end my life or not."

Without another word, he leaned into her and bit at the nap of her neck, feeling her quiver. He shot her a steamy stare, and licked softly on his lips before stepping out, leaving her to bask in the pleasure he would bring to her when he eventually decided to punish her. *********************************** Hazel returned to the club. Heart pounding. Makeup smuggled. “What took you so long?” Armstrong asked not sharing the same worried expression as Tracy. A feeling of guilt splashed across her spine as she stared at Armstrong—guilty for betraying him when all he had ever done was love her delicately.

"It seems fate has dealt you a cruel hand today. You are now Armand's captive." My eyes widened in disbelief, my voice caught in my throat. The man I thought I loved, the one who had whispered sweet promises just moments ago, now wore a wicked smile that sent shivers down my spine. Betrayal coursed through me, fueling the desperate need to break free from his grasp. "No, Gomez!" I protested, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and disbelief. "This can't be happening! Release me! Gomez, how could you do this? We were together!"

He pulled back slightly and was out of balance so I took advantage of that to get out of there. Even though I hadn't gone far, I felt his hand on my arm. "Oh my gosh! Don't touch me!" I shouted there. He held my arm tighter and when I saw that his eyes were almost glazed over, I felt fear right there. "Pervert!" I shouted more. He grinned at me and pulled me closer to him. I was about to scream again to ask for help but it happened so fast. The man who was holding me fell to the floor. I was so scared that I could feel my rapid breathing there.