Deadly Betrayal Book Novels & Stories

"Carmen's a snake. She loves playing these games with me. The moment you find her, hand her that signed divorce agreement. If she won't sign it, force her to. She's no longer my wife. And don't forget to take 800cc of her blood." I laughed bitterly. 'Reese, you truly are ruthless.' He was ready to divorce me, and still, he wouldn't let me go quietly. 800 cc of blood—enough to overwhelm a healthy adult man. And I… I was eight months pregnant. 'You're not even human, Reese.' At this point, all I wanted was to see the look on his face when he learned the truth about my death. After hanging up, he turned to Sandra. A strange softness rose in his eyes. "Sandra, get some rest. I—"

I said by to everyone and me and Dee headed back to the hotel. I got a link from Destiny asking me if I wanted to take a quick trip with her, I jumped at the chance I told Everette I would be and met Dee in the Foyer. Right as we are getting ready to leave Lumi pops out and so does her familiar Faith I believe and what is crazy they are bot h9 tail foxes and white. We teleport to what looks like a pack territory there a ton of warrior and some of people there I am a bit confused; Dee tells me that we are a pack land that she just inquiries through a young female Alpha that she made Pack Alpha so she could get her hands on the one responsible for the king’s death. My mouth dropped when she sa

I would be the biggest fool to reveal such a deadly secret that was capable of ending my life. Confession meant death or exile. I wasn't ready for the consequences. I was ready to take the truth to my grave. I don't trust Delilah. She would kill me without blinking. Aside from being terrified, I just couldn't bring myself to confess. It was already glaring. The love I had for Elion and his brothers. It was deep. Passionate. Consuming. Wreckless. It blurred the line between right and wrong. Between loyalty and betrayal. It felt like the piece I've been searching for all my life. It completed me.

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

“Tell them! Tell them the truth!” Sally’s lips curled into a faint, deadly smile. “I’m sorry, Mila, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.” --- Days turned into weeks. The trial was swift and brutal. Despite her protests, Mila was convicted of intentional homicide and sentenced to death. She sat in the cold, gray prison cell, her heart heavy with despair. Her family had betrayed her, Lowe hated her, and her future had been stolen. One morning, she felt lightheaded and nauseous, her body trembling with weakness. A prison doctor was called to examine her.

I shook my head and stomped my boots on the concrete, the declaration solidifying inside me—I’m not a pawn, and she’ll crumble. A memory pierced: unbidden, sharp as a knife: Dmitri, my lover, his promises of power in the shadows of Moscow, his betrayal when he sold me to my rivals. “You’re too hungry, Natasha,” he’d sneered, a blade at my throat, and I’d burst free, hands bloodied, his poison at the root of my skinflint loose. I clenched my jaw, then paused, flickering with fear—will Gregor give them to me, too? I swallowed the hurt, my hands clenching the table, the sound of Seryne’s oceans a faint drone from outside the window. Dmitri’s lesson was clear: Never trust anyone, but be the fir

I used to think betrayal came with warning signs. A cold glance. A whispered secret. A shift in the air you could sense if you were paying attention. But the truth is, betrayal feels like nothing until it feels like everything. The night I died, it wasn’t the poison in the wine that hurt the most. It was the smile on my husband’s face as he watched me choke on it. Richard Hale, the man I gave my youth, my loyalty, and my heart to, stood over me with a glass of champagne in his hand, his eyes colder than I’d ever seen.

Blood pooled beneath me, warm and sticky, soaking into the earth. I stared up at Marcus and Damon, standing frozen above me like statues. My brother's face was stone, but I could see tears reflecting in his eyes. Damon looked like he might be sick. This was how I died. Not in battle, not protecting my pack, not in some glorious way that would make my parents proud. I died betrayed by the two people I loved most in the world, sold like livestock to creatures I'd never even seen. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was Marcus turning away, unable to watch me take my final breath.

She started taking small steps towards me which was irritating me. " I don't have all the time in the world for you, Ms. Taylor. Walk fast." I noticed her flinch at my sudden rise in voice . Walking hurriedly, she took a seat opposite me. I leaned back on my chair , keeping my eyes fixed on her. Looking at her face made me visualise everything. The memories were as fresh as we're from yesterday. The face which once was my world, I always wanted to see the beautiful smile on her face but she crushed those feelings. She threw whatever we had in flames. Now I want nothing more than to see pain in her face. In the last three years , each time she came to my mind, her betrayal overpowered our

Instead, he stayed, keeping everything between us exactly where it was, distant but never completely broken. That was what I couldn't understand. I opened my eyes and stared at the empty path ahead. I didn't know what Adrian had been holding back all these years. But now I needed to know. I was still sitting with that thought when my phone began to ring inside my purse. I opened my eyes, pulled it out, and glanced at the screen before answering. “Bella, I found something.” “What did you find?” “An apartment. A really good one.” I frowned slightly.