Deadly Betrayal Book Novels & Stories

she demanded, terrified. Alfred, unable to explain, continued inching toward her, begging her to understand. “Stay back!” Selena yelled, visibly frightened. When he didn't yield to her command, she picked up a knife from a fruit tray nearby. “Stay away from me, you murderer!” Selena screamed, pointing the knife at him. "You don’t deserve Father's love. You killed him, you betrayer!" “You’re right. I don’t deserve the love I received," he said, crying. "I am a betrayer. I do deserve to die." Saying that, he reached out and took the knife from her.

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

How could you betray us like this? Shirley lowered her head and looked like she wanted to disappear on the spot. "Just yesterday Keith told me you were someone trustworthy. He insisted he was going to marry you. How could you do this to him? "Please never come to our house again. And stay away from Keith from now on!" By the time Shirley was taken away by the police, her face had gone pale. Right before leaving, she finally dropped the act and glared at me viciously. 'Keith, just wait. I'll make your life a living hell!'

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

"You really think that little brat at home who calls you Daddy is actually yours?" I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles cracked inside the pressure-resistant gloves. Even though I had suspected it in my past life, hearing it confirmed now made the humiliation of betrayal tear at my heart all over again. "What do you mean?" I asked, deliberately making my voice tremble with disbelief.

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

His shoulder was a wall, and she'd never been allowed to touch it in public anyway. Something in Ava's chest didn't break. It calcified. Layer by layer, fast as frost on a window, the girl who'd cooked for him at midnight and listened to his fears about not being enough of an Alpha—that girl died. She didn't cry. Wouldn't give them salt to lick. Instead, she laughed. It came out sharp. Wrong. The sound silenced the room more effectively than a gunshot. Heads turned. Ryan's shoulder stiffened. Ava walked. Not toward the exit—through them. Past Ryan's rigid back. Past Cassandra's poison smile. Past the wolves who'd eaten at her father's table and called her charming, who were now calculating h

“And when they get the wrong idea, people usually end up dead.” I swallowed hard, my body stiffening as his words sank in. I didn’t dare move. Because one wrong word—one wrong look—and I knew I’d be next. I knew he wasn’t joking. Those brothers were seriously dangerous. I mean, I literally just saw Armani chop off someone’s finger a few minutes ago—how could anyone joke after that? Anthonio slowly stood up, towering over me before stretching out his hand. I hesitated, my brain screaming don’t trust him, but I still placed my hand in his. His grip was strong and warm as he pulled me up easily.

When it actually happened, regret would follow, which was practically useless. "I could call this karma, but you're older than Asher. Well, just accept your fate." "If I talk about or share this problem, Asher would probably immediately kill Alex for blatantly betraying me." "Why not just let it be?" Rayyen asked then. "After all, traitors need to be taught a lesson, right?" "True," Aurora nodded in agreement. "But not by beating them to a pulp. I want to handle it in a much more elegant way to teach those who have betrayed me."

“The real Gerard van der Meer died in a skiing accident in the Alps in 1998. His identity was then assumed by operatives of Les Roses Noires.” “So all this time...” Alexandra swallowed. “The man you knew as Gerard was their top assassin,” Dufort nodded. “Code name: The Bishop.” Vic felt his head spin. “But why did he kill Willem?” “Because Willem discovered something in the Credit Suisse records.” Dufort pulled out a vintage USB drive from the terminal drawer. “Something about the true identity of Les Roses Noires' leader.” “And mom?” Vic asked, though afraid to hear the answer.