Corazon Traicionado Novels & Stories

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

“It must have hurt, being with the man who betrayed you over again. When I told you I loved you, when I made love to you, did you not feel disgusted by it? You let the man who killed you back into your life—“ “Aiden!” “I don’t deserve you, I am a monster.” “So what?!” I yelled, my restraint breaking. “So what if you had betrayed me? The goddess gave me, us a second chance at this and we have to make things right. Aiden, none of that was your fault. I’ve accepted that now and I love you still, even if I tried hard to deny it.”

The fight had erupted in an instant—Cora’s fists collided with Norwan’s, and Natalie stepped in with a swift defensive move, placing herself between them. Pain, hatred, and fury surged through Cora like a raging wildfire. The anguish of betrayal tore through her heart, and all the memories of what could have been screamed at her, clouding her mind. She didn’t care if she hurt Norwan anymore—nothing mattered but the fire of revenge that consumed her. The betrayal burned through her, knowing that the man she had once loved had chosen her—Natalie. She had given everything to him. She had been loyal, had stood by him, had loved him with a devotion that now felt like a cruel joke. But he had chos

she replied boldly stressing the word 'food' and 'husband' Cordelia laughed "Your husband? you mean my sweet..." Zaylee landed a slap on Cordelia's cheeks before she could even complete her sentence. Supposing that Cordelia might try to retaliate she grabbed a knife "One more step and I'll suck the life out of you!" Cordelia managed to escape from the kitchen before even Zaylee's hands caught her "Tiny rat" she sniffed. The thought of what her husband did to her yesterday left a huge scar on her already shattered heart. She felt disgusted knowing that he slept with Cordelia right in front of her and thereafter the id the same to her.

She mentioned, without detail, that she had potentially secured patronage for the venture. When the letter was sealed, she opened her journal and began to write. Not poetry this time, but a stark accounting of her situation, as if seeing it in ink might make it easier to accept: Sebastian is the boy who rescued me in the storm. He is the crown prince. He loves Amelia. These are the facts, immutable as stone. I will help him because I cannot do otherwise. Because I love him, God help me. And because I love Amelia, who deserves happiness.

Jonathan’s eyebrows shot up when he heard her admitting all this, but he kept listening “..ma l'ho rifiutato per tutto questo tempo (but I have refused it all this time)…e temo che possa averlo ferito comunque (and I fear it may have hurt him anyways)…Lo amo Romero, amo Jonathan (I do love him Romero, I do love Jonathan)…ma mi fa male perché mi sento come se stessi tradendo te e Crystal (but it hurts me because I feel like I am betraying you and Crystal)… Non riesco a decidere cosa fare (I can’t decide what to do)…” She let out a loud huff and paused speaking for a moment as her thoughts scrambled in her mind so she finished speaking in English

A slow smile tugged at my lips. "Oh... I knew it," I replied calmly, masking the satisfaction blooming inside me. Mireya had always been too trusting. That weakness was exactly what made her so easy to manipulate. "I can't wait to become the person she trusts the most," Corvin continued confidently. "But remember... you're my only love. I love you... and our baby." He blew a kiss through the phone, his voice dripping with affection. "O... of course." My breath caught slightly as I forced the words out.

The once proud company was collapsing, and everybody knew it. Meanwhile, Tracy hadn't slept since last night when she heard the news. She was shaking a little as she poured out a glass of water for herself. Her phone buzzed. It was Victor. "Tracy," his voice came cold and sharp through the receiver. "You betrayed me." She froze. “Victor, I—no! I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” he snarled. “The police are everywhere. You gave them something, didn’t you?”

It was also its own antidote. Cyrus finally let go of me and let me fall back onto the floor. He watched the faint glowing light under my skin, his eyes full of greed. "What are you hiding in that body of yours? Victor said you swallowed some Moon Essence. Hand it over, and maybe I'll let you die a little quicker." I could barely whisper. "You're never getting it." My answer angered Cyrus as he raised his hand, dark red energy gathered in his palm. It was the mark of someone who had betrayed the Moon Goddess and taken up forbidden magic. "Then take your secret to the grave and keep Sophia company in the underworld!"

His arms didn’t loosen. “I loved you in my own way,” he said quietly. “And that’s why I married you.” I stilled. My heart raced. “Oh, Celeste… I’m really sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain,” he whispered, his tone full of regret and sadness and pain. “I shouldn’t have believed her at once. She’d been manipulating me all those times, wanting to take over your life.” He paused and looked into my eyes then. “And you’re absolutely right. I let her.”