Corazon Traicionado Novels & Stories

Finally. Sera attacked immediately. She crashed into him before the wound fully healed, slamming him backwards into one of the subway pillars hard enough to crack concrete. Husen’s smile disappeared for the first time. Good. Sera drove silver toward his heart. Husen caught her wrist again. Harder now. Pain shot through her arm. The vampire’s eyes darkened slightly. Then he threw her. It's not hard enough to kill. It's hard enough to hurt.

he said, forcing me back into my seat. I quickly wiped my tears. “She’s doing fine now, just dealing with high blood pressure. What I’m trying to say is that you need to sever ties with that man and sign these papers. I don’t believe in Karma or God, and I’m far from perfect,” he continued, his eyes still cast downward. “I was also once deceived by a friend I trusted completely, so I didn’t mean to judge you, but you needed to hear the truth from someone who loves you,” he added.

The chill sank into his bones and turned his insides to stone. “Y-You’re getting married?” He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush it. I winced but held my ground, teeth clenched. “Yes. We’re getting married. Don’t come back into my life again.” “No! I won’t allow it! Estelle, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance. I swear I won’t hurt you again. I’ll become the man I used to be—the Damien who loved you, and only you!”

“Leave.. Now. I can’t believe I ever let you in here. You came with a plan.. A trap.” “You’re making a mistake ,” she snapped, stepping closer. “If you stick with me , everything gets easier. All those accusations against you? Gone. My father is powerful. He’ll clean your slate.” “You’re pregnant with Killian’s child , and you’re standing here seducing me?” I shouted. A pause. And then.. “I’m not pregnant,” she said. My blood ran cold.. “What?”. “I lied , okay? I lied . Everyone fell for it.. Alpha Mendez. Luna Zahra. Killian. It worked.”.

His eyes—full of regret. She walked over to the floor-length mirror and stared at her reflection. Her makeup was still flawless, her lips still wore a shade of bold red, and her posture screamed power. But her eyes… they betrayed her. “What if he’s truly sorry?” The thought came uninvited, gentle at first, then louder, like a drumbeat. Chris had hurt her—deeply. He’d betrayed her trust, broken her heart, and married her sister. But tonight, for the first time, he hadn’t worn the mask of arrogance. He had looked genuinely lost.

I spoke eloquently, exuding confidence and grace, just like the carefree person I had been years ago. After the event, Angie dragged me to the celebration party. Between clinking glasses and cheerful laughter, my phone vibrated. It was a news notification. 'Steven jumped to his death.' I froze. The wine glass in my hand almost slipped. The lively chatter around me seemed to fade away, leaving only that single line of text in my mind. "Do you still love him?" Angie’s voice was soft, but it cut through me like a knife. After a long pause, I murmured, "I once did. Now, I only feel regret."

“But the real story isn’t about me. It’s about Victor Malone.” "Victor Malone.." Carrington asked as he leaned forward. She lay the paperwork on the table, her voice steady as she outlined the connections, the payoffs, and the corruption Malone had spent years hiding. The partners exchanged glances, their suspicion giving way to something akin to respect. Carrington slumped back in his chair. “This is... compelling. But it’s also risky. If we go public with this, we’re declaring war.” “Then declare it,” Ava responded, her voice steady. “Because if we let Malone win, we lose everything we stand for.”

The bitter truth stung deeper than the frigid air, and I felt the weight of my naivety pressing down on me, igniting a determination to uncover the truth she had hidden. The flash drive glinted ominously in the console, a small yet powerful emblem of betrayal. Just inches from my elbow, it held damning evidence: a labyrinth of emails detailing clandestine negotiations and contracts that concealed her true motives, alongside bribes disguised as campaign donations—each a thread in her tapestry of corruption. I recalled the damage she caused to Colorado, gutting the land and pushing out families that had called it home for generations. Before the cameras, she spoke polishedly, feeding the publi

We were mates blessed by the Moon Goddess and the love we were to share was to be greater than anything in this world, so how could she betray me like this. My heart felt like it was broken, even worse than the day that I thought she was dead. I never thought that I could feel greater pain than that, but right at this moment, the pain that I felt in my heart from her betrayal was more than I could bear. All the trust that I had in a mate bond began to dwindle away as I never believed that a true mate could do this to their intended.

I returned to the restroom, and I found Cecil in the same position I left her, but with her eyes closed. Her lashes fluttered to see me, and tears ran down her face. “I am sorry, Oliver; I saw Imela with Gwyneth, and I couldn’t help it. It felt as if she was taking everything away from me. You're right, I lost it, and I should have done better. I look at her, and all I see is the woman who betrayed your love and trust. You have every right to be disappointed in me; I am disappointed in myself as well.” She sobbed.