Bretrayed Novels & Stories

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

“You would really help me?” “I can’t guarantee anything, but yes I really think they are alive and I will try and help you and them.” I look at the mirrored wall, feeling Zale’s gaze on me as I speak, making promises that he is going to have to help me keep. He doesn’t link me to say anything, doesn’t tell me no. I know he won’t either because he is a good man and he can see what I can, that Brett is not irredeemable. He was manipulated, his pain and trauma making him vulnerable and that made him susceptible to influence to make some really bad decisions.

The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I trusted him. I trusted her. I gave them all I had left. Eventually, I pulled myself off the floor and reached for another bottle. I opened it and drank straight from the top. It burned going down, but at least it made me feel something different. I took another swig. And then another. The numbness was starting to settle in, which honestly felt like a relief.

Everyone froze, staring in confusion. Jason’s smile stiffened, and Summer’s eyes widened in disbelief. Liam couldn’t contain himself. “Sir, Emily didn’t even take the last science exam. Why are you praising her?” “She didn’t take the science exam?” The teacher blinked, puzzled. “Who told you she didn’t take it?” “She said so herself!” Sophie pointed at me urgently. “She didn’t go into the exam hall that day and even used a fake Harvard Early Admission letter to fool everyone! “Don’t be fooled, sir!”

The betrayal wasn’t just a maneuver; it was a chess game under moonlight, and we had been the pawns in her hands. I remembered months ago, when we spotted her in that alley, surrounded by shadows. What seemed like a casual encounter could very well have been a meticulously planned trap. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and every interaction I had with her was now eclipsed by distrust and betrayal. A wave of frustration overwhelmed me, and I felt as if I had been cleverly deceived.

"The Aphrodisiac Curse was fake. The pregnancy was fake. My wife's betrayal was a lie. The doll was planted. Jennifer, what part of you is real?" She blurted out, "That's impossible! Those symptoms, I spent a fortune getting them from Southvale…" She clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror. But it was too late. Everyone had heard it. "Southvale?" Scott let out a quiet laugh, empty of warmth. "So that's it. You paid good money for a fake curse and staged all of this." Above his head, the number representing his affection for her plummeted. It dropped from 85 to 70… 50… 30…

I hoped this third child would inherit something from me. "’Scusez- moi, madame!” a manly voice said as I backed away from the swinging door, nearly crashing into my belly. I looked up to the giant of a man with an expression of surprise, having caught me off guard from my daydream. “Harper?” the man squeaked. Upon further inspection the man became much more familiar.

The falter in her confidence was evident in her face. "I am your friend, Evan." She shouted, desperation dripping from her voice. "You are anything but. You're just a backstabbing bitch." Brae snarled at her. "I did this to save you from this filthy woman." "Shut up! How dare you speak to her like that standing in front of me? I felt Brae slip her hand into mine and intertwine our fingers in an attempt to cool me down. "See yourself out of this building, right now." With a clenched jaw and furious eyes, she stormed out of the cabin. Looking back at Brae I found her still staring at the floor.

"Congratulations." She called Meghna and Alina to come in. The door opened, they came. Alina's eyes fell on both of us, a frown creased her forehead. "Let's go, Alina." Nodding, she started pulling her out of the room. I couldn't help but ask again, "Why are you here?" Alina steps halted. Sukriti smirked and said, "What did you lose by feeling all those stuff?" "Myself," I whispered. "I lost myself. I betrayed myself."

I shuttered. "Oh sweetie, i-it's not a joke, I work for James," She said with a sick smile on her face. Right now she looks nothing like the sweet and timid girl I knew. She looked pure evil. "W-why?" My voice cracked. I really thought she was my friend. I can't help but feel betrayed and hurt. "Aww... it's not your fault honey. It's all about money," Money? Are emotions nothing in front of money? "And if you are wondering how you got here, then honey I drugged you," She further added. She almost seemed and sounded proud of herself.