Como Empieza La Traicion Novels & Stories

The weight of what’s about to happen hangs heavily in the air. Cillian steps forward, his presence commanding the room. He looks out at the assembled pack members, his face a mix of authority and empathy. “Pack members,” he begins, his voice carrying the gravity of the situation, “we’ve discovered that we have a traitor among us. This betrayal goes deeper than we initially realized, and it’s time you all know the truth.” A murmur ripples through the crowd, and I can see the confusion and concern in their faces. The revelation of a traitor is unsettling enough, but when it’s someone as close as Raina, it hits even harder.

Shane was almost shouting. "Thanks, but no thanks. I could take Ellie out for a stroll in public. Anyone would see she's obviously your kid. There's no need to explain anything. Also, I did nothing last night. So, why would I give an explanation for something non-existent?" I said with a bemused and cold smirk. At that moment, I was with my dad, reviewing the evidence he'd uncovered. Shane had been embezzling company funds for years. Upon learning about this, my disgust for him grew deeper. Without question, he was a traitor. So, he must be kicked off the board.

"And that help came from me." The revelation hung in the air, a poisonous truth that poisoned the very core of our trust. Morticia's betrayal, orchestrated with a meticulous malevolence, cast a chilling pall over the kingdom. The pieces of a dark puzzle clicked into place, the shadows weaving a narrative of deceit and treachery. As I looked into Kieran's eyes, I saw the pain and disbelief mirrored in his gaze. Our world had been upended, and the foundation of trust upon which we had built our kingdom had been shattered.

(LIES AND TRUTH) WHEN will one can say that they have been fooled? Just what are the criteria that can be said that a person is a traitor that shouldn’t be trusted no matter? Can someone really remain true and loyal is everything around is a huge temptation that no one can ignore? Just what is the extent of someone’s patience and forgiveness? “Alliah.”

But I was so far past insulting him by now, I just wanted out. “Please,” I begged him. “I just want to be freed. Let go or killed, it doesn’t matter to me, but please.” I reached out and cupped his face in my hands, leaning closer. “Please.” The sinister look in his eye gave way to something slightly more vulnerable, but there was still an edge to his voice I didn’t like. “You are my mate.” “But you don’t trust me,” I reminded him. “You can’t trust me and we’re never going to get anywhere like this.”

" Ian still had on the same silver-gray suit from before, but it was now stained and filthy. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. Honestly, if Ian had paid even the slightest attention to the answers he copied onto his own answer sheets, he would've noticed something was wrong much sooner. Unfortunately, he trusted Shirley too much, just like I had trusted her in my previous life. "Ian, trust me! Repeat the year next year, and I promise I'll help you get into Alpheno College! If not next year, then the year after!" The moment Shirley repeated the exact same words she once told me, something inside Ian finally snapped.

But the alcohol, the guilt, and her convincing frailty eroded his defenses. Slowly, his hand found her shoulder. The kiss deepened. Hidden in the corners of her lips was the faintest trace of a smile—victory disguised as vulnerability. Now… Devandra will see only me. And Deviana… will lose. --- That night became a carefully laid trap. Devandra didn’t realize how deeply he had stepped into Leviana’s game. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Deviana stared at the silent screen of her phone, her heart whispering a prayer for the truth to come out.

"The Family always protects its own. But Vincent, if someone betrays the Family, the consequences are severe. You understand that, right?" "I understand. I would never betray the Marconi family. And I would never betray you." He looked me right in the eye, as if he truly believed every word. That's the most dangerous thing about liars. Eventually, they even manage to lie to themselves. "Good," I said, raising my wine glass. "To our future." "To our future." The clink of our glasses sounded like a promise. The promise of the perfect revenge.

I was wearing a long, black cashmere coat. I walked slowly into the light, my heels clicking on the concrete, the sound echoing like a death knell. When Leo’s eyes met mine, his face crumpled. It was a canvas of shock, rage, and a sliver of pathetic hope. "Isabella..." he choked out, crawling a few inches toward me. "I didn't know. I swear on Mom's life, I didn't know." I just stared at him, my face carved from ice. Marco turned to me, his expression impassive. "Miss. Your orders for the traitor?"

He didn’t know which way was up, who to trust. When he looked back at Caesar, he saw something he never thought he would. A single tear traced a path down Caesar’s cheek before he quickly wiped it away. “Everything started to fall apart when Patrick stopped trusting me,” Caesar said, his voice raw. “Then came his betrayal. I tried to protect him from whatever he’d gotten himself into, but he betrayed me instead. He stopped trusting me… just like you are now.” “Did you kill him?” Julian asked, his voice trembling with fury and grief.