Betrayer Novel Novels & Stories

He watched my belly grow day by day. Naomi drew a deep, bitter breath: — You could have married someone else… without betraying me. Nelly offered a short, unapologetic smile: — But he betrayed you while you were on your honeymoon. She stepped closer, her voice decisive: — Whether it’s me or someone else… Adel is a traitor. Nelly rose from the couch, as if ending the discussion, her tone cold: — Coffee? Naomi didn’t meet her gaze: — No… thank you.

"No. I don't accept that. It was all a misunderstanding—Carmela lied. Mia, I love you. I'll fix it. Just come back." A bitter laugh slipped out. He still didn't get it. It was never just her—it was him. The lies. The betrayal. The way he looked at me like I was the problem. "Even if she lied, you didn't trust me. You chose her. You hurt me. That doesn't just get erased." I exhaled, my chest tight. "There's no going back. Don't come looking for me again." I turned to leave. But Rafe grabbed my hand, eyes glassy. "Mia, please. Just one more chance. I know I messed up. I'll do right by you this time."

"Did you know that she's dating her personal assistant even though she's engaged to me? "She even got her bodyguards to capture me and allowed her personal assistant to beat me up and humiliate me in public." Jeffrey was absolutely shocked. "What! That wretched girl! How dare she commit such sins against you!" My voice grew colder as I continued questioning him. "So, how do you intend for me to settle all these scores with her?" Jeffrey's voice trembled. However, he steeled himself and said, "You can do as you wish, Mr. Bradford. You can torture or even kill that rebellious wretch."

He saved the last sip of fresh water for me, leaning close to my ear and whispering, "Mia, as long as I have a breath left, the Grim Reaper won't take you away." How could that not be deep love? At that moment, I fell for him completely. On our wedding day, I grabbed his suit tie and seriously warned him, "Vincent, you know my bottom line. If you betray me, I will never look back." Vincent kissed the back of my hand and swore to the Virgin Mary, "That day will absolutely never come." Yet, half a month ago, I accidentally discovered an encrypted burner phone hidden in a secret compartment of his armored SUV.

But that's how it is, without them, sometime in the future, they'll think back on it; from what they believed would have no apology, it will have one. And just by looking at each other at that moment, they said to themselves... THE BETRAYER.

“So what now? You kill Ian then my brother?” I took a deep, cleansing breath and shook my head. “No, I will settle for Ian being my last kill or at the very least being his last victim.” “His last victim? Why do you sound like you don’t care if you live or die?” “Rule one of being the Betrayer, expect an early and violent death. I thought I was a goner in our last fight, but Balric took over. The way I see it I’m on borrowed time,” I explained and he went back to clenching his jaw again. “Anything else, Callius?”

“Harper is not my mistress and she is not a whore. I said I would take you and your baby in, but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to have a life too” “Dad! It’s not fair!” “What’s not fair?” he demanded. I laid on the bed, having collected all of my things and waited for the argument to be over. I put in my headphones to block out their shouting, replaying Chrissy’s words over in my mind. “You brought her to the cottage? I thought you said you didn’t bring your little whores there.” Momentary pride flared up inside of me. I may not be the only woman he’s been with but at least there were some firsts in our relationship. Would Gabriel be true to his words? Would this relationship work out? I

The girl looking back at me was different. “No more naïve Mrs.,” I said quietly. “I’m the heiress of the Avila Cooperative.” “And I win.” Pain burned behind my eyes. Betrayal by love. Betrayal by proximity. At least Dad still had someone loyal. Mr Peter. I didn’t. I opened my drawer and took out my red lipstick. One by one, I cut out the men in suits from the photos. I pasted their faces onto the mirror. Under each face, I wrote:

A bitter pill even I could not swallow. This was the definition of living with a traitor. I was living with a traitor. I have seen the truth now. My eyes were widely awake and my eyes were clear. It was too late to stop the destruction. But it wasn't too late to end the betrayal. Arianna was no longer my beta. She was my prey. My bloodshot eyes blazed in the darkness, my fingers fisted, folding as my claws dug inside my palm and trickles of blood seeped out.

This was non-public. "You’re not on his facet?" I repeated, nonetheless trying to wrap my head around it. "Since while?" He smirked, his regular cocky demeanor returning. "Since forever, babe. You just never observed because you were too busy being the perfect little wife." I blinked, caught off guard by the edge of his words. "What the hell is that meant to mean?" Luca leaned in even closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "It approaches, you have been so focused on preserving Matteo glad that you didn’t see the shitstorm brewing around you. He’s been gambling you, Gia. He’s been playing every person."