Books With Betrayal Novels & Stories

He betrayed me he cheated on my and produced a child that he hid from me he lied I never kept anything from him he knew the moment I felt the mate bond toward Jasper that I needed to mate with him as well and he never said anything against it. When, I finished my spat with Draco I went back to the prison I was out to make the other two suffer I didn’t feel Legacy or Mircale I knew Faith was with Aspyn she had been hiding from me all day, I had them bring out the next person and this time I didn’t even give them time to talk I cut out their tongue, then I shoved the potion down their throat and I started cut and slice and make sure that they suffered and then heal back up the more I played w

Ryan had tried speaking about it sometimes but eventually gave up. That unspoken incident remained with me, hurting me, burning me up from inside. Whenever she is around me I get reminded of her betrayal, her ugly mentality but again I never felt the same thing for any girl what I felt for her. If I wanted I could have destroyed her with a snap of my fingers, left her penniless but I couldn't. I wanted to see her in pain but a teardrop from her eyes was all it took to make me feel guilty of hurting her.

"Louder." I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like a jagged rock. "I, Lukas Moretti, hereby agree to enter into a period of total servitude to Jaxson Vane for the duration of 365 days. In exchange for the suppression of legal evidence regarding the Moretti embezzlement case, I surrender all rights to my professional career, my public image, and my personal autonomy." I stopped, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "This... this is insane, Jaxson. 'Total servitude'? What does that even mean?"

Dear Beloved Readers, From the very first chapter of Book 1, you took a chance on this story. You welcomed the characters into your hearts, stayed up late turning pages, felt every betrayal, every touch, every whispered promise, and every shattered dream. Because of you—your reads, your comments, your tears, your theories, and your unwavering support—this journey has grown far beyond what I ever imagined. And now… we are stepping into Book 2. If Book 1 was about discovery—about passion, secrets, and the dangerous thrill of love—then Book 2 is about consequences.

I could still feel it, but it was farther away now. It felt muffled, more like the pain wasn't mine and it belonged to someone else. I looked around the bar. There were men everywhere. I wondered which one of them would want me. Which one of them would make me feel wanted tonight. Which one of them would prove James wrong. My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out and squinted at the screen. A text from Delia. “You really thought you could win? You’ve always been nothing. I slept with James on your pathetic wedding night. I stopped him from registering your marriage. I hope you know your place now. Enjoy being alone, sister.”

"Grandma has passed away, and this necklace was made from her ashes. How could I not jump in after she threw this necklace into the water?" Meanwhile, Sarah tugged his hand pitifully. "Hunter, didn't Jerry say that her Grandma is doing well in the hospital?" Hunter's face grew even more stormy. "Audrey! That's your own grandmother you're cursing, for God's sake! How could you curse her like that just because you're jealous of Sarah! Retrieve the necklace and apologize to Sarah!" I felt my body freeze from his betrayal. I scrambled miserably to the poolside after retrieving the necklace from the bottom of the pool.

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

The flimsy, papery hospital gown was the last remnant of the delicate girl I’d pretended to be. I shed it, along with the lingering scent of antiseptic and the vile, sweet perfume of betrayal that clung to my silk cocktail dress. Seven days. The timer was set. Elena Moretti, the fragile civilian attachment, was dead, and Elena Luciano, the cold, calculating counterweight to two dynasties, was about to be born.

one of them said stiffly. “Why?” I asked. Another answered before the first could. “Someone has betrayed Alpha Dean. You might be next.” “Well,” I said, forcing a polite smile, “I’m just going to the library.” They didn’t move. I sighed. “Guess we’re all going then.” They followed me inside, their presence heavy and watchful. I wandered between the shelves, running my fingers along spines, pretending to search for love stories. What I really wanted was a history book, one that listed all past Alphas and their betas. I needed to understand that bond.

she added, almost too quietly, “found out what they were doing. What the Wards had buried in the trust. He wanted to expose them. Days later, he was dead. Heart attack, they claimed.” Lucas stared at her. “And you believed that?” “I believed enough to stay quiet,” she said. “I wasn’t going to lose you too.” He sat back, shaken to his core. “Why now?” She turned, reached for a leather folder on the table. Held it out to him. “Because you’ve already chosen him. So go into that war armed.” Lucas took it, hands trembling. The folder was old. The edges cracked. Inside were letters. Photographs. Legal documents, brittle and yellowing with time. At the bottom of one page, handwritten in ink: