Books With Betrayal Novels & Stories

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.

Like something inside her had already begun to break. “You’re not telling me everything,” she said. “I am,” he replied. “No,” she whispered. “You’re not.” A long pause. Then— “There is one more line,” he said. Her stomach tightened. “I don’t want to read it.” His gaze locked onto hers. “You need to.” Her hands trembled. She turned back. And read. The betrayal will not come from the enemy. It will come from the one closest to the throne. Silence. Aria’s blood turned cold.

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

Marco says with the same grin, his words were meant for both guys, this wasn't some kind of regular deal my brother was conducting, this was a meeting between two predators, every word and every move, everything was done on purpose. "Let's pretend I'm interested. What do you want in return?" Marco says, leaning forward. "Access," Leonard answers. "To? Is she part of the deal? Is that why she's here," Marco says, knowing too well, that I'm not, but he was teasing Alexander, using me. "She's none of your business," My brother says, while I saw Alexander's hand going down toward his gun, but he didn't pull it yet. "A corridor you don't use anymore," Alexander says, the hold on the gun getting t

Anton and Sabatine were never supposed to be perfect heroes; instead, they were to be human-scarred, fearful, stubborn, and brave enough to love in spite of it all. If it reminded you that healing is possible, that trust can indeed be rebuilt, and love can survive even the darkest corridors of betrayal, then this story has achieved its purpose. Grateful that you walked with me through the shadows. There were some plump ones with red eyes in there too. Dedication This book is dedicated to: Those who learned to survive before they learned to dream. Those who hold their strength in hush. Those who have had the courage to trust again following a betrayal.

" With a terrible feeling of betrayal in my chest, I withdrew my hand. We couldn't fight both sides, Thorne was correct. Betrayal was waiting if we struck a pact, even if it was just for time. From the Council. From the Mafia. Perhaps even from him. The youngest supervisor yelled after me as we turned to go, his laugh as piercing as glass. Make a thoughtful decision, Chimera King. Your own blood will engulf you with just one betrayal. With all of my nerves screaming, I froze at the entrance. Because I already knew in my heart that treachery was not going to happen. It was present.

Roman ‘We need to shower, then we have to talk to the pups. What’s the situation with the warriors here?’ I ask my father in the mind link. ‘There was resistance, but everyone heard what Gillian said. No one can deny that Althea betrayed her wolf, her family, and her pack.’ As I hold my crying mate, I look around the pack. She’s not the only one crying. However, I think most of these people are crying because of the betrayal that they just heard about, not because their Alpha and Luna are dead.

"Your whole family, you're all liars! I already paid the deposit for your villas. What more do you want? You were planning to scam me out of everything! Well, I’m canceling the villas right now! I’m not getting engaged! I’m suing you!" With that, I turned and ran out the door. Upon hearing that their precious villas were slipping away, Allen’s parents panicked. Mr. Cooper grabbed a wine bottle, ready to smash it over his son’s head. Overwhelmed, Mrs. Cooper fainted on the spot. Chaos ensued. Some guests tried to stop Mr. Cooper from attacking, while others scrambled to call 911. Amidst the pandemonium, with my back to them all, I smiled. 'Allen, I told you—if you betrayed me, I would make su

’ she thought to herself, though she hesitated to admit why she felt happy about it. Still, the anticipation was there. Alica was almost done with the current book in her hands—a literature text regarding the common practices of the people of H’Trae which had now been outlawed. She had read this particular book before, but that was so long ago—back when she had just started frequenting the Library. A lot had happened since then, and so she wanted to revisit the literature to see if she could have a new, more informed, understanding of what she had read before.

My mind raced with conflicting emotions – anger, heartbreak, and a profound sense of betrayal. I hesitated, considering whether to make them aware of my presence, but a second thought held me back. Instead, I quietly left. Their moans echoed in my ears as I closed the door behind me. My mother had never supported my marriage to Maxwell. In defiance, I had severed ties with her. The sacrifices we make for love. I brushed away the tears streaming down my face, a mixture of heartache and regret. The possibility of Ava and Maxwell being involved wasn't a shock; it seemed like an ongoing betrayal behind my back. The weight of deception sank in, leaving me grappling with a sense of numbness.