Betrayed Novels & Stories

Beck hated betrayal above all else, especially the humiliation of being cheated on and made a scapegoat. Furious, he brutally beat Katie nearly to death. He also revoked all the property he had given her and sent her child to an orphanage. Penniless and desperate, Katie tried to find work, but Beck had warned every employer about her, leaving her unable to get hired. With no other options, she turned to singing in bars and relying on wealthy men for support. Eventually, one of those men's wives caught her and beat her badly once more. Katie blamed Beck for all her suffering, which ultimately drove her to carry out that day's acid attack.

Assets on a ledger. His fingers locked onto Cassandra's hand. Lifted it. Displayed it like a trophy. The whispers started instantly. Sharp as glass shards, they cut through the silence Ava had mistaken for anticipation. "Is that his little placeholder over there?" "The Hale girl. Three years, and he never did make it official." "A mere distraction. A thoroughbred needs a real Luna, not some mid-tier wolf from a side-street pack..." Ava didn't hear the rest. Her blood had become very loud in her ears.

Perhaps I should have forgiven her. I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, understanding the pain he was feeling. "None of that is your fault. You did nothing wrong." "You think I would have been devastated when she died, but I felt nothing. That's what it's like when you find your mate and they betray you. All of your feelings vanish, and you're left with a black hole in your chest." His feelings resonated with mine; Dion had betrayed me as well. But I still couldn't hate him. It was a complicated mix of emotions that I struggled to untangle.

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

“So tell me what is he calling himself in this life?” I bit my lip again, looking at him through my lashes. I leaned closer, letting my lips brush his ear. The arousal in his scent was palpable as he shuddered. “Desirée de Léon. Me. I am the Betrayer.” Before he could pull away from me, I slid the knife from my cuff and into his stomach. He sucked in a stuttering breath. I twisted the blade, his blood hot on my fingers. With another twist, I broke it off inside him. Philip’s breath came out in a slow pained wheeze. “Balric.” He glared at me with hate and anger.

I say with a hollow voice, my eyes becoming glassy. He reaches out and gently strokes my face. “I’ve messed up a lot, especially with you, but this way I no longer will. We’ve come so far as to lose our friendship and I’ll always be close by. I’d say come with me, but your heart is here, with your alpha, and so is your destiny. I wish he knew how lucky he is to have you as his.” Why do I feel like I am about to lose a part of myself? Why does his choice feel like a betrayal?

“You can’t lie to yourself. We had a beautiful past. You remember it, don’t you?” Adrian grew silent for a moment; his face tightened. That past had existed, but it was buried under betrayal. “Leviana,” he finally said coldly, “that past died when you chose your own path. Don’t ever think I’ll go back.” Leviana gave a bitter smile; her eyes filled with tears. “Then… let me stay by your side as a friend. That’s all I ask.” “Friend?” Adrian snorted. “After everything you did? You think I can trust you again?”

Is this confession a redirection of his failed plan of killing me? “Even though I meant to betray you, I ended up falling for you… and betraying Victoria instead," he adds. Tears stream down his face, but I can’t bring myself to wipe them. I trusted him once, and I nearly died for it. Hence, I won’t fall for it again! I slide off his lap, grab my silk robe, and put it on. “I gotta go.” I snatch my pen, notebook, and laptop and rush to the door, but his voice stops me.

“Oh God, Cole. She had this planned. What about Owen? We don’t have long for him. You know what the doctors said. He is on borrowed time.” “I swear I will find her and make her pay for this.” I get up and hold his hand for a few seconds. “I know you will. I trust you.” All he can see now is Maya’s betrayal. How she made a fool of him and no one makes a fool of Cole Vance. I have to keep that alive. I will make him believe in the narrative I give him. Just like I have all along. “I’ll drop you home. Owen needs you. I’ll be there later,” he says.

He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."