Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Betrayal

“Those ninety-nine IVF rounds, the hope, the heartbreak, the injections, the surgeries, you knew all of it.” “My positive pregnancy test, the one I planned to give you as a surprise on our tenth anniversary, you didn’t know that either.” “You only knew one thing: that I ‘owed’ you a child.” My voice remained steady, but each sentence made his face turn whiter, his body start to tremble. “You only knew how to force a confession out of me. How to throw me into jail.” “No, Serena…no, that wasn’t…” He was unraveling, words tripping over each other.

“Not yet. They’re on Ethan’s payroll. We corner Garnet. Make him talk. Then we decide what to do.” “You mean I decide.” He met my eyes. “Yeah. You decide.” I didn’t sleep that night. I sat by the window watching the city lights flicker under the rain. My son was gone, my name was dirt, and the man I had loved was living free on a lie. But for the first time in weeks, something started to burn again inside me. Not grief. Not pain. Fire. Lucas came into the living room just as the sun was rising. He dropped a phone on the table and said, “We got a lead. Garnet’s meeting someone tonight.”

In dreams, he crossed the line, again and again. He would wake up disturbed, his mind recoiling from the visions. He was a husband. A father. A religious man. These dreams were a betrayal. They were a violation of his vows, not in deed, but in spirit—and in the realm of sleep, spirit was everything. The shame would wash over him, cold and nauseating. He'd lie there, staring at the ceiling, listening to Melissa's steady breathing next to him, and feel like an imposter in his own bed, a contaminant in his own house. Yet amidst the shame was something else, something darker and more alluring: thrill.

SELENE'S POV Who said dreams don't come true? Well, I guess they were dead wrong. If they were not, how else could I be waking up next to the man of my dreams every morning? This is the dream, where the birds were singing, the sun was shining bright and he had me wrapped in his arms after a magical night of love making. And all I had to do was betray one worthless friend. But the more I think about it, it's not really betrayal. I mean an alpha and a pathetic omega, there was no way such a pairing was ever going to work out in the first place.

“Thank you, Adrian… thank you. You make me feel… truly loved.” Her words struck like a knife. His hand shook, the cigarette slipping from his fingers onto the balcony floor. “I promise, Leviana,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll keep my word.” --- That night, Adrian began making reservations. His fingers typed mechanically across the laptop—routes, suites, amenities. The screen filled with images of endless seas and radiant skies. But to him, they were nothing more than shadows of betrayal against himself. When the last detail was set, he sat motionless, staring at the empty screen.

While I was as calm as an undisturbed lake on the surface, beneath me was a troubled sea tossing back and forth with waves of emotion. I wanted to turn around and yell at him to demand answers, to ask when he had stopped loving me and how he could betray me. But I don't care anymore, knowing that he chose to betray me and toss away everything we've built out the window changed nothing. I wouldn't give him the chance to fill my head up with lies. I got Up the stairs, then I heard a heavy thud, and my heart went up to my throat.

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable,

The vibrant colors of her art supplies, usually so inviting, now felt dull and lifeless, mirroring the emptiness she felt within. Collapsing onto her bed, she buried her face in her pillow, letting the tears flow freely. The betrayal felt like a gaping wound, one that wouldn’t heal easily. All the dreams she had spun around their project, the laughter they had shared, crumbled to dust. She felt like a fool for believing in their connection, for thinking that the spark between them was anything but a cruel joke.

The pain of betrayal mingled with the shattered fragments of her aspirations, leaving her feeling lost and betrayed. In that devastating moment, Reina couldn't help but question her place in the grand tapestry of fate. The dreams that had once burned within her, fueled by the guidance of her father, now lay shattered at her feet. The bitter taste of defeat mingled with the pangs of heartache, creating an indescribable ache within her soul.

He was saying sweet words to her, telling her how beautiful and desirable she was and how he was only marrying me to have his way with me. The tears rolled down my eyes and as the water trickled down my cheeks, I jerked awake from my sleep. It had only been a dream, the same dream that has plagued me since I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend on the eve of our bachelor and bachelorette party. I don’t even know why I’m crying about this, I never truly loved Riley, I only agreed to this relationship because our family needed their port to dock our ship. The only reason I’m feeling so betrayed is that he did it with Loretta, that bitch. She is supposed to be my best friend, but