Betrayer Novel Novels & Stories

"I left my world, my family, my kind to be with the love of my life, I thought all I needed was love, I never knew love is not enough. Betrayal is real in the journey of love. I love dan, I gave him my heart, but he betrayed me, he chose his kind over me, he believed in their words over me. It hurts, seeing who I abandoned my kind for, couldn't abandon his for me. It felt like a dagger was struck into my heart when he looked into my eyes and called me evil, just like her kind. I have nothing left for me in the human world again, I'm going back to my world. My love failed," Tears pricked up from Jeanne's eyes as she read the epilogue of the novel in her hands, she just finished reading ''MY L

Half-sitting as if to grab the fallen book, he swiftly placed the bug under the cupboard. The memories reeled in his mind and swelled hard. "Shit! Eve trusted you like an idiot, I trusted you like an idiot, but we were fooled by you, Zoey," he whispered to himself, a clear, painful betrayed feeling in his voice. "Eve, always scared of being alone, but you're the one who made her life terrified." A silent tear fell from his chin. "How can you do this to us? Eve cared for you as a sister, and she wants you to be happy, but you returned only pain to her. Why is there so much malice in you, Zoey?" He let out a deep breath and punched his knuckles on the table. "Without knowing all the shitty, fu

“She was my fiance. I trusted her.” “And you betrayed her,” Victor said bluntly. Ethan shot to his feet. “I did what I had to do.” Victor did not argue. “Then do what you have to do now.” Ethan turned away, staring at the bookshelf. His reflection stared back at him from the glass. A man he barely recognized. “I will not lose everything,” Ethan said slowly. “I did not crawl out of nothing to end up like this.” Victor watched him closely. “What are you thinking?”

“This isn’t just about the city. It’s personal. Whoever did this knows us… intimately. And they’re testing how far they can push trust.” Damian’s pulse flared slightly, tower energy resonating with tension. “I can feel it too. They’re precise, deliberate… but human. Not supernatural. Someone close. Someone I never suspected.” They approached the hub carefully, scanning for traps and additional anomalies. Every step heightened the tension—the knowledge that betrayal came from within made the familiar streets feel alien. Damian’s hand brushed Eli’s briefly, a grounding touch amidst the growing uncertainty. Inside the hub, the betrayer waited—someone Damian had considered a trusted ally, a part

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

Each of them was wrapped in their own thoughts, wondering who they could trust, what the next steps should be, and how they could move forward. And then, just when Damon thought things couldn’t get any worse, a new revelation came to light. The traitor had been forced into their position, yes, but there was more to the story. They had a personal vendetta against the mastermind, a reason for their betrayal that was deeply rooted in their past. They weren’t just seeking power or wealth—they were seeking revenge. This new information changed everything. Damon’s thoughts raced. Could the traitor be an ally after all? Could they help bring down the mastermind, or were they just another loose end

It was all part of the game. Natasha was already back at the keyboard, tapping away again. Now, we saw Gabriel in his living room, his eyes red and bleary, as if he’d been smoking the longest joint imaginable. His frustration was palpable. He had wanted a partnership with the Valentines Conglomerate for years, but first, it was Lorenzo, then Chris—and now, The Authentic Authentics, right next to his brand, had won the partnership. I could almost feel the weight of his heartache. It was like watching someone slowly dying from the inside, and it gave me such satisfaction. He’d betrayed us all, and now he was reaping the consequences.

Mia couldn’t decide which possibility stung more. Her eyes kept drifting back to the shadows—the place where the silver-eyed figure had appeared, where it had whispered truths that unraveled her every certainty. Correction begins with betrayal. The words had burned into her skin, burrowed deep into her mind. Was she the betrayer? Or the betrayed? “Mia.” Damian’s voice was low, meant not to wake the others. He shifted closer, his warmth cutting through the mist-chill. “You’ve been shaking for an hour. Talk to me.”

“Your funeral?” “Yes,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I need to see him. I need to see the man who betrayed me. I need to see the world he has built out of my death.” He considered me for a long moment, then nodded. “Very well. But you will stay under my protection. Any deviation, any…reckless impulse, and you will regret it.” I didn’t argue. I was ready. We left the hospital in silence, the streets eerily quiet under the dim glow of the streetlights. I could feel the weight of my new reality settling in. I was no longer Isla Rivers, wife of Samuel Rivers. I was a ghost, a weapon, a strategist reborn.