Betrayed The Book Novels & Stories

The words landed heavily. Dominic stared at her. Emma held his gaze. “I blame you.” “ You Betrayed Me.” Silence. Something flickered in Dominic’s expression. Emma continued, her tone steady, controlled—every word deliberate. “You’re the one who put us in that situation.” “That’s not—” “It is.” She didn’t let him finish. “You’re the one who gave them something to photograph.” Her eyes didn’t waver. “You’re the one who made it possible for someone like Vivian to use it.”

I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve so much heartache and pain in my life. “Sweetheart, I know it hurts right now, but it will get better,” the nurse said in a soothing voice as she checked my vital signs. Gabriel’s head snapped up at this, not having realized that I was awake. He gently stroked my hair putting on a brave face while out in public but I could tell that he was shattered. Despite his protest that he did not want any more children less than a year ago, I knew he was beyond excited with our pregnancy. My body had let him down just as much as it had let me down. It had betrayed both of us. The surgeon was in to talk to us but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was lost in

I froze. That was when a voice slithered into the air. “Do you know what it is to be betrayed, child?” I spun toward the sound, though my blind eyes could see nothing. My pulse raced. The voice was neither male nor female, but both at once. It was rich, low, and slippery like oil on water. “Betrayal is sharper than any blade,” it continued. “It comes not from strangers but from those you hold close; family, friends, and lovers. Trust is the knife, and they twist it deep.”

How could my friend, someone I trusted, betray me like this? I felt a wave of shock and betrayal wash over me as I realized the extent of Helena's deception. She had been manipulating me all along, using her false friendship to influence my decisions and exploit my trust. Her advice, which I had once believed was genuine and helpful, now seemed sinister and self-serving.

This was my first time entering Dale’s study, and it was clean and tidy. On the desk was River’s photo. Next to one of the table legs was a piece of paper filled with her name. Every stroke was filled with a boy’s love. I thought that I could calmly accept the truth of being betrayed. However, I could not. It felt as if my heart was being squeezed tightly, and it hurt so much that I was suffocating.

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

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.

I stood by, watching him gently coax Sandra into his arms. And then I laughed. So that's what it was all along… All these years of being unwelcome, pushed aside—it was because Sandra had once saved Reese. But then something in my memory shifted. The guy I had saved back then… it was Reese. It had been I who helped Reese escape. Alone. I was the one who stood in front of those traffickers and got beaten to the brink of death. I had a high fever for days. I nearly died. And Sandra? She was the one who reported me. I still remembered that part vividly.

If I had just been more diligent and checked Macie's hospital website, I would have noticed something was off. There was a difference between Henry and his brother. Apart from their personalities, Henry had a small mole at the corner of his eye, which his brother did not. When the truth finally came out, I clung to Macie, bawling my eyes out. "Why are you crying?" Macie asked, exasperated. "Because I thought I had betrayed you! I even dreamt of you chasing me with a scalpel," I sobbed. Macie laughed. "If you actually managed to betray me, that would be impressive. I don't think you have the brains for that."

“What did you say?” “It was a code. 18-L-3-20,” I recited from memory. “I found the book in your library. Shakespeare. On the page the code led to, there was a pinprick, a tiny hole through a single word.” I took a shaky breath, finally giving the ghost a name. “The word was ‘betrayal’.”