Betrayed Once, Never Again 소설 & 이야기

"I can't save you from what Jared did to you. I can't take away the pain of being betrayed." "I know." "But I can promise you something." "What?" "I can promise that I will never lie to you again. I will never choose someone else over you. I will never make you doubt your worth." "Christian—" "And I can promise that I will wait for you. However long it takes for you to trust again." "What if I never trust again?" "Then I'll wait forever." "Why?" "Because you're worth waiting for." I wanted to believe him. But I was so tired of believing people.

He begged me on his knees, telling me to forgive me, that it would never re-occur again. I asked him, you mean I should let down my guard to hurt me again? Never, Uncle, I am very sorry, I can forgive you but never will I trust you again, I told him; “You can never intimidate me into trusting you again. You spoilt your chance and I don’t know if you can ever get it back. Trust is earned. If you try and keep on trying, maybe I could trust you but not completely. It is not easy to do so again. Let it be on record that I have forgiven you, Uncle Barry.

“I might have been naive, been stupid, but I never tried to betray you. I love you so much. Betraying you, is betraying me.” Sienna straightened and turned towards me. “Do you believe me?” I smiled at her. “Yes,” I answered. “Yes, I do. You still have to go, my brothers are not happy with your attitude.” “Well, beg them. Please," she begged. “You will still be under my safety,” I answered. “All you have to do is never betray me.” With tears in her eyes, the stamp of the devil on her back, and a shaky voice, Sienna betrayed me again. “Never.”

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?

She replaced it with a skylight and held me while counting stars with me until dawn. When I couldn't eat, she starved herself alongside me. With her by my side, I slowly recovered after a year. Little by little, I learned to trust her. The day we decided to be together, she stood there with reddened eyes and promised she would never betray me for the rest of her life. But I never expected… that the "lifetime" she had promised me would be so short. Not even a year later, her promise had already expired. When I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the grime from my face and forced myself upright against the pavement.

And for defying my family's will, I had paid the price. My syndicate had dragged me into the punishment hall. Forced me into their brutal Blood Oath Reckoning, a ritual meant for traitors, not heirs. A punishment he watched from behind barred doors as I bled for choosing him. I thought I could love him forever and ever. But tonight changed everything. Ten years later, I’m going back. Back to the Hale estate. Back to reclaim the power and identity I once threw away. From this moment on, I would live my own life, and Pierce Voss would be nothing but a closed chapter.

Not like your mother. So, I am trying hard to show that, I am OK.Nothing in this world could affect me. Nothing, neither love nor the hatred and betrayal of anyone. I can relate how the betrayal feels like more than anyone else. I promised to myself, I won't get betrayed again, never but look what has happened, again. Another, disgusting man betrayed me again. I am trying to hold myself and trust me, I am so much experienced and can handle these things without letting anyone know it.

The memory was a brand, seared into him, and with every agonizing replay, the shame burned deeper, etching itself onto his bones. He had done the one thing he swore he never would. He had betrayed the one person who had stood by him, who had believed in him when he was nothing but potential and empty pockets. He had traded their fragile, hard-won peace…a peace built on trust and shared dreams–for a moment of cheap, drunken validation, a hit of ego from a woman who represented a life he’d consciously chosen to leave behind. What have I done?

The radio crackled again. "They don’t suspect a thing." Darkness fell as realization struck. They weren’t betrayed once. They were betrayed again. But by who?

“Will you trust me after it?” “Try me.” “And what if you fail to keep to your promise?” Have had so many people betray me. Even the ones I could bet my life on and say they would never. My Father did. Melissa did. Luna Violeta did. This might not sound new to the ears. But it’s always new to the heart. Nobody gets used to betrayal even if it comes a hundred times. It always hurts just like the first time. You know only how to soothe and handle the pain better.