Novel & Cerita Dirty Little Traitor

She is the epitome of betrayal and lust, using people like pawns to get what she wants. Unit 3 - The Clean-Up Team, Dimitri who's got piercings all over his face click his tongue while looking smug. Dimitri is blunt and unflinching, a man hardened by years of dirty work. He’s built by war, his hands scarred from countless operations. His voice is rough, and he doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He is known for being meticulous since he ensures nothing is left behind when he cleans.

He knew exactly what was happening now. I grabbed his collar, pressed the gun harder to his skull, and boomed, “I’ve seen a lot of scumbags in my life, but the level of filth you and your family represent—that’s something else.” “Five assassination attempts, Lorenzo. It took you so long to try to kill me,” I said sarcastically, and he growled. “Huh? What?” Mila gasped. Yes, it shocked us when we discovered that our most trusted ally… Was nothing more than a traitor, trying to slither into our empire from within—

“He’s on a plane back from Lithuania. He found something in Svetlana’s hideout. Photos. Schedules. Routines. Surveillance all on both Sareena and Sophia Morelli.” My heart drops. “But it’s worse than that,” he continues. “He found signs that some of our own, both from the Familia and the Camorra. They have flipped. They’re following someone they call The Traitor.” I can’t move. “One word kept showing up again and again. Written in the margins, beside names, codes, maps…” “Predátel,” he says. “The Traitor.” Silence settles like a fog. Only the espresso machine hums in the background.

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

I was so grossed out that I couldn't even bear to look at her. As weeks passed, her belly began to show. She started playing up her morning sickness to get my colleagues' attention. I didn't pay attention to her in my previous life, so I didn't notice her tricks. It took me dying to understand that she was using this as a chance to hint to my colleagues that I'd slept with her. That was why my colleagues had bought her accusation of me being a rapist so easily in my previous life. She was using the same tactics in this life, but I wasn't going to let things play out like she wanted.

I gasped in shock, my hands flying up to cover my ear. “You are nothing, but a traitor!” He spat, grabbing me by the shirt. My blood boiled in rage as I heard the one word I never thought would be used against me. “Traitor? Are you even listening to yourself? I sold our family to the Martinis?” I laughed bitterly, shoving him back in fury. Was that how low he thought of me? We might have a love-hate relationship, but I would go as far as selling our family secrets to Neo.

The scene required the traitor to talk his way out, to stand inside the villain's scrutiny and hold still long enough for the lie to become something that passed for truth. The script called for begging. Voice breaking, eyes down, a plea so layered with manufactured vulnerability that the villain would mistake desperation for honesty. I read the sides three times the night before. Then I closed the script and sat with what I knew about this character. The traitor was not a coward. He wasn't a villain, exactly. He was someone who had been making small compromises for so long that the original position — the place where he'd started, the thing he'd once believed — was no longer visible from wh

“Now little wolf where do you think you are going? You won’t find your way out of these tunnels. It’s a maze, you’ll die before finding the way out.” “Let me go!” “Stop squirming,” he growls as he throws me on the bed. I turn to elder Carole. I can’t believe she is a traitor. “You tricked me, why?!” “You are an abomination, a mixed breed that never should’ve been born.” I can’t believe what I am hearing. I wish I had my connection to Maliyah. They need to know they have a traitor among them. “Be a good girl for daddy and stay put.” Enzo and Carole leave the room, locking the door on their way out.

The traitor said confidently. He glanced around the room eyeing some of the more expensive antiques. He picked up a beautiful glass vase. He looked at it with greed and admiration. He saw a expensive painting on the wall and gave a low whistle. "This would look perfect on my wall." He said. Malcolm's eyes narrowed at his reaction to the painting. "What is this? Is this some sort of blackmail?" Malcolm snarled. Sibean, another traitor from Paul's pack acted as though he was offended. "Blackmail. That is such an ugly word." He said, with an exaggerated offended look on his face. "Maybe appropriate compensation.." He said with a self satisfied look on his face. "What the hell does that mean? Yo