Como Empieza La Traicion Novels & Stories

he whispered. The knife slid downward, resting just beneath his jaw. Words spilled from him then, frantic and disjointed. He spoke of watching Alejandro’s family for months. Of resentment. Of obsession disguised as curiosity. Of thoughts he should never have allowed to exist. Each confession made him smaller, fragile and a fucking pathetic waste of space. I listened without interruption, expression unchanged. “You see,” I murmured, “betrayal rarely begins with ambition.” The blade pierced his shoulder swiftly. He screamed, the sound tearing through the cabin. “It begins with desire.” Blood darkened his shirt instantly.

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

“She marked me. Bind me. I've been her puppet for decades, even when I thought I was acting on my own.” “That's not true,” I said. “You broke free. At Moonfall Sanctum, you chose to help us—” “Did I? Or did she let me think I was choosing?” He met my eyes. “Can you prove the difference?” I couldn't. And that was terrifying. “The corruption,” Thea's voice came from behind us. She'd been listening. “When did it start affecting your judgment?” “Slowly. So slowly I barely noticed.” Aldric touched his chest.

And suddenly, broken trust doesn’t feel like the end. It feels like the beginning of something far more dangerous.

Even though you can't be happy for them, respect what they feel for each other. Isabelle mumbled something Rachael didn't quite catch. "You know what?" Rachael rose to her feet. "I know I promised Sam not to say anything but I just can't keep it a secret anymore. Perhaps knowing the truth will force you to grow up and make you understand you're not the only one suffering or the only one who has suffered and not everything revolves around you." Isabelle quirked a brow at her mom, not really caring about what she had to say next. What Bella didn't know was that what her mom was about to say was the End of the Beginning of Everything.

I needed to see Aurora, but I hated that she would know who I was. As I entered into her view, I saw her body stiffen and jaw slack. I dipped my head in a sign of respect though all I felt was shame. I wanted was to crawl on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness for being who I was. I couldn’t read all her emotions, but pain and hurt fought at the forefront. I walked in front of her, fully bowed, and kissed her hand. “My lady,” I whispered, “know that I will protect you with my life.” I was giving fidelity to anyone listening as a good subject would do to his future Luna, but she knew exactly what I meant.

She took out her bottle of water and gulped it down. "Jamila please just stop beating round the bush and tell her how she really messed up." Aisha pleaded. "What I mean is that Maryam lied to you. She did that just because she likes Isma'il then she sensed that he might like you. So she just formed a false story and you went ahead and executed a trap for yourself! Did you even think for a second? Did you even know what the heck you wrote on that damn thing you call a letter?!" Jamila asked raising her voice a little.

“Once the work is done, I’ll compensate you for everything we missed. I still have to take you on a proper date and start preparing the Luna ceremony.” His words were balm to her soul, but guilt continued to gnaw at her. Would he ever be able to forgive her once he knew she was a traitor? Her heart hammered against her ribs, and her chest felt tight as she turned to face him. “Tristan, I must tell you something.” she bit her lip, and he looked at her with total concentration. “I… I don't know how to say it.” She closed her eyes for a second, summoning every ounce of her courage, and said it all in one breath: “I was planted as a spy in your pack to prevent a rebellion.”

“Aren’t you the one keeping secrets from my father? The very man who trusts you with his life more than anyone else, even more than me, his own son?” “You don’t understand; my case is different." Levine snapped. “Your father betrayed me first. He killed the only woman I ever loved... just because she came from a family he held a grudge against. It's not the same." He explained. Caesar leaned back in his chair. "That’s exactly my point. Betrayal doesn’t come out of thin air. It’s triggered by something, most times, pain, desperation, and anger. Just like my father’s paranoia and clouded judgement triggered your betrayal, there’s something out there that could trigger Zayn’s betrayal of Jayden

But in the midst of the chaos, a pattern began to emerge—a web of deceit, carefully woven by someone within our ranks. "We cannot let the traitor sabotage our mission," a member of the alliance declared, their voice resolute. "We must act swiftly and decisively." With renewed purpose, we formulated a plan to unmask the betrayer. Each of us would investigate a different aspect, following leads and gathering evidence. It was a dangerous game, one that required both stealth and cunning. But we were driven by the need for justice and the preservation of our alliance.