Betrayer Novel Novels & Stories

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..

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

I was dragged back to the mining camp like a dead dog. Right in front of me, Butcher hauled Amina into the center of the square. “This,” he said, “is the price of betraying me.” He ripped Amina’s clothes apart and shouted to the werewolf guards behind him, “She’s yours.” I could only watch as those beasts swarmed around her.

The kind of look that took inventory of everything, every detail, every crack in my composure, every place where the three years I had been carrying this had left visible marks. Then he said, very quietly, "Explain." Just that one word. And something inside me broke open. "I didn't know who you were when I signed the contract," I said. "I knew your name. I knew the basic arrangement. A surrogate pregnancy, standard terms, good compensation. I needed the money and the terms were clear and I told myself it was straightforward." My voice was already unsteady and I pressed on before it could fail completely. "I found out who you really were about eight months in. What your family was. What the C

I squeezed Roman's hand tighter, my heart racing. Chloe hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. She walked over to where we stood. "Hi, sis," she said, her voice a little shaky. She extended her hand, like we were old friends. I stared at her hand, hanging there in the air. I didn't move. Didn't take it. The betrayal burned in my chest, fresh all over again. Chloe pulled her hand back, awkwardly. "You're still mad, huh?"

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

That earned a faint smile. “How do you handle betrayal?” Direct. No buildup. Emma didn’t hesitate. “I adjust.” Rowan nodded slowly. “Control or chaos?” “Control,” she replied. “Chaos is just control you don’t understand yet.” That— That held his attention. Fully. For the first time— He leaned back slightly. Studying her. “What would you do,” he asked, quieter now, “if everything you trusted was taken from you?” Emma didn’t look away. “It already was.”

“Stay close to me.” Outside, chaos had completely erupted. The gunfire was relentless. The attackers were highly trained mercenaries. Ivan cursed under his breath, grabbed a submachine gun from a case, and narrowed his eyes. “They dare step foot on my turf? They have a death wish." As he barked orders, he kept a firm grip on my wrist, leading me toward the villa’s emergency escape route. “Madeline, don’t be afraid,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m here.” The battle outside raged on. Through the shattered windows, I caught sight of a familiar figure, Leonardo. He had completely lost his mind.

A child born from that same betrayal. My chest tightened. This time, my frustration turned toward myself. How could I still defend that? How could I judge him... When my own kind had already broken every promise it claimed to protect? "So what does that make me?" I asked through clenched teeth. "First I get betrayed..." "And now I'm the other woman?" The words tasted bitter. Ugly. But they felt dangerously close to the truth. "Of course not." Genaro frowned immediately. "I would never put you in that position."