Betrayed Into His Arms Novels & Stories

They used him to eliminate threat enemies and then eliminated him as well. He didn't know he was part of the list. My hands cover my mouth as tears stream down my cheeks. Betrayal. It's always about betrayal, by the people we wholeheartedly trust. My Body falls to the ground and I lay there, bringing my knees close to my chest and wrapping my hands tightly around them.

He turned away, pointedly ignoring me as if I were nothing more than a ghost. My knees weakened and I retreated backwards, my body failing me. It was just too much. The in remorseful betrayal. It all made my head spin and I lost vision of my sight. I felt myself falling but as I was about to surrender, a strong arm caught me. It was him again__the man who had saved me. He scooped me up effortlessly, his face filled with worry. “You’re not strong enough for this,” he murmured, his voice steady but filled with concern. “You need to rest.”

The only person, I could bet my whole savings on, that wouldn't be smiling is Adelaide. "I'm happy you told me. It's always good to talk to a friend about these things, even if they don't have the perfect answer." He smiled his thanks and I felt sick to the stomach. Oh, no. Here I was. Lying to two people I cared about. I wasn't only going to hurt Carson, I was going to hurt Morris too. I'd never been one to get attached to anyone but now, and I had always wished I could as easily as people did, but now that it was happening, I hated that it. I hated that I was in this case. I hated that people were trusting me. I hated that others were calling me out. I hated that any decision I made, someo

I glanced at Raphael, seeing the same conflict mirrored in his eyes. "We’ll listen," I said finally. "But if you betray us…" Victor’s smile disappeared, his expression deadly serious. "I won’t. You have my word." It wasn’t much, but it was all we had. For Fiona’s sake, I had to hope it would be enough.

Beck had known me for ten years. He understood better than anyone how deeply I hated betrayal. Tears instantly filled his eyes. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees before me. He took my hand and pressed it against his cheek. "Maren, I lost my way for a moment. You can yell at me, hit me—do whatever you need—but please believe me when I say you're the only one I've ever truly loved…" When I remained silent, he swallowed his pain and started slapping himself repeatedly. His face soon became swollen and bruised.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body trembled with rage. “And my baby?” His voice trembled. He knew in his heart, though. “What child? It was a bastard she was carrying!” Mary raised her voice, sharp and cruel. “You’re not seriously considering raising someone else’s child, are you? Are you out of your mind?! That woman’s the mafia lord’s mistress. Aren’t you disgusted? “I kicked her out. And I made sure that baby was taken care of, too. I did what any good mother would do. I protected you from being trapped raising another man’s child!

One of them, a hulking figure, grabbed my arms from behind, pinning them to my sides with bruising force. Another seized my legs, making it impossible to kick, I struggled violently, twisting and kicking, yelling, "Let me go! Get away from me!" My voice was raw and desperate. "Hold her still!" a voice, not Marcello's, barked. I thrashed, my heart hammering against my ribs, I tried to bite the hand that covered my mouth, but it was too quick, my vision started to blur at the edges, a dizzying haze. The last thing I felt was the crushing realization of utter betrayal, the cold, hard certainty that I had walked straight into a trap set by someone I had trusted.

The one who brushed my hair gently every morning, the one who stayed beside me after nightmares, the one who cried when I got poisoned. My stomach twisted badly. Cassian reached for my hand slowly. “She’s locked downstairs.” I stared at him silently. “I trusted her.” Pain crossed his face instantly. “I know.” That somehow made everything worse because he understood exactly what betrayal felt like now. Hours later Cassian brought me into one of the guarded chambers beneath the palace and Draven stood near the stone wall already. His expression darkened the second he saw me. “You shouldn’t be down here.” Cassian ignored him completely and instead he guided me forward carefully and the guards o

“You don’t understand… every time you fight the world for me, I feel more trapped. I don’t know whether to be grateful or angry.” Adrian reached for her hand; this time she didn’t pull away. Their fingers met—fragile, warm. “I may be foolish,” Adrian whispered, “but one thing is certain: I will never give you away to anyone.”

He had learned how to turn disappointment into decisions and pain into work. But betrayal was different. Betrayal required him to accept that someone he had chosen to trust had made a choice that had nothing to do with the trust he had given them. And perhaps that was why it hurt so much. Ryder reached for Victoria. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him with enough force to make her stumble forward. She caught herself against his chest as he held her tightly. Victoria could feel the tension in his arms, the way he seemed to be holding onto her as though letting go would leave him alone with everything he had just admitted.