Betrayer Novel Novels & Stories

My mouth begin to water at the incredible sight before as he stands naked, his back towards me. Heat flares up in my core and I can feel my pussy getting wet. Just then, my phone buzzes in my hand, piercing through my thoughts. A message notification pops up on the screen, I squint my eyes, frowning as I click it. It loads for a moment, then the words appear. “Betrayal comes from the one you love. Men shouldn't be trusted.”

I slowly lifted my eyes to the screen Because now the betrayal was no longer hidden in shadows It was standing at the very top of our structure And the worst part was not that we had been infiltrated It was that someone we trusted completely Had just given Zarev the final key to take everything we had left to defend

My heart stuttered, and I could barely breathe as I felt the full weight of my betrayal, of my brother who did not even trust me. I dialed the phone, the tracker app glowing, a red dot pulsing at a Silver Veil safehouse on the edge of town. Julian was there, plotting, and I would be damned if I didn’t steal something one last time, anything, to earn back Caspian’s forgiveness. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to run, to hide, but I couldn’t. I needed to face Julian, steal his secrets from him, and prove I wasn’t the traitor I had become. I put on a black coat, and my hands shook as I slipped a knife down the side of my boot, my reflection in a shattered mirror looked back at me wit

thesis had been ghostwritten by someone else. In the blink of an eye, the once-respected director fell from grace, becoming a disgraced figure despised by all. As for me, I successfully divorced that scumbag, Gareth. I congratulated him. Now he could finally spend the rest of his life in prison with his beloved. As I walked out of the courthouse, I received a phone call that delivered good news. I had been appointed as the new director. I was satisfied with this outcome. See? The heavens are fair. People must reap what they sow.

It felt like my life was a cycle of betrayal and rejection, first, it was Ethan, then Anna, and now, the people I called family. I drove back to my marital house, still shattered and trying to figure out what to do next about Ethan, completely unaware that the worst was yet to come. As I walked in, I saw Sussy moving my bags toward the guest room. “Sussy, what kind of nonsense is this?” I asked, my voice shaky. Sussy immediately stepped back, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Sir said I should take your belongings to the guest room,” she mumbled, clearly scared.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

But, should I be angry? The answer should be on the tip of your tongue….. No. I don't have any right to be angry at him because I might have done the same thing if I was betrayed. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the consequences of being attached to the only person I betrayed. And maybe in the midst of his politeness, I thought, maybe somewhere in the deep pools of his forest greens, he saw me. The real me. What a grave illusion it was! Why would Xavier Knight whom I betrayed would ever consider anything except loyalty from my side. And, maybe he was right. I might be one of his side chicks who got screwed last night.

I was on the corner of the room when I saw it from the transparent glass of the door. And my all whole world stopped and I heard nothing, just nothing. Ajay hands were touching her body, trying to have all of it in one swipe. His mouth was on her and other hand was trying to open the buttons of his own shirt which was on her. I could see it clearly how her hands were roaming on his bareback. I remained on my position. I should go and break them apart. I didn't know what was strong. The feeling of betrayal or the feeling of being wrong again. But never in my wildest dreams I had expected to see something like this.

Pressed close enough to feel through the floor. Ava's boots were loud. Silas walked faster. She kept up. The gauze shifted with every step, rubbing raw spots she couldn't feel yet. She didn't stop. The hallway ended. Silas pushed through a second door. The Pit. Concrete bowl. No seats—people stood, shoulder to shoulder, smelling of sweat and money and violence. Silas pointed her toward a folding table near the back. Stacks of cash. A notebook. A pen that didn't work.

What would become of her? The terror of oblivion was why she’d taken matters into her own hands to kill Tardrain, even without seeing the will’s contents months back. Mrs. Gladdis hesitated, her fingers trembling, because she knew this would shatter Lilico’s heart. She knew her heart would ache by the betrayal from the man she called a father. “He willed his duplex at Mainhills Residence to you, and a cash inheritance of 4 billion dollars,” she said, the words hanging in the air..