Dreams Of Betrayal Novels & Stories

Rose who was completely heart broken, devastated with shattered dreams went in search of her fiancé but only to find him in bed with her one and only best friend. Who she had went through high school and college with and helped her get a job as a model at her company. She had never felt so betrayed and deceived in her life. And as if that wasn't enough, both her fiancé and her so called best friend were already one step ahead of her. Without her awareness, they both worked together and took everything she had worked her whole life for, all she has built, her company, shares and everything she valued. They back stabbed her and took it all away from her.

“Loyalty?” He nodded, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Yes. Loyalty. Do you know what betrayal looks like? It’s not always a knife in your back. Sometimes it’s a deal your rival makes behind your father’s name. Sometimes it’s a smile at the table while they poison your food. And sometimes—” he pointed toward the cages, his finger steady, “—it’s raising the children of the men who tried to wipe out your family, letting them grow strong enough to finish what their fathers started.”

I held the diagnosis and stood on the balcony for a long time. The evening wind rustled the paper in my hand. In the end, I picked up a lighter and set it on fire. The flame rose and consumed every word on the paper. It also burned away the heavy, suffocating past. Be it love, hatred, obsession or betrayal, it was all over. With Wanda gone, and with the diagnosis reduced to ashes, everything had finally faded away. What I needed to do wasn't dwell on the past.

"My dad's sick and we needed the money. Shawn's mother said she'd give me 300 grand. If Shawn can date you, why can't I? I've always liked you. I just thought you weren't into guys. Even if it wasn't me, she would have arranged someone else. I did it for your own good!" My head buzzed. I never imagined Chris would betray me like that. Laura Lubbard found me and, in roundabout insults, accused me of shamelessness and of turning her son gay. "By birth or by background, you aren't right for my son. Break up with him. Name your price!" she snarled. I refused. Shawn once told me his mother had an affair and divorced when he was very young. He grew up with his father. He said his mother was selfis

“Yeah. You used to bring a blanket and fall asleep under that tree.” “I didn’t dream back then,” Elias said. “Not like now.” Lucas sat on the bench, stretching his legs out. “What kind of dreams?” Elias hesitated. “You. Always you. Sometimes we’re happy. Sometimes you’re walking away.” Lucas didn’t respond right away. He watched a dog chase after a ball in the distance. “I’m scared I’ll remember the wrong version of us,” Elias admitted. “The fights. The pressure. All the noise that came with loving each other.”

“You think I’m blind?” She shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her face. “You think I would do this?” she asked, her voice cracking under the weight of disbelief. “After everything? You think I would willingly betray you?” Her eyes searched his face desperately. “I thought you knew me.” His expression darkened further, his lips curling with disgust. “I know exactly what you are,” he spat. “A cheating wife. A liar. You went out to meet men for pleasure. You’re filthy.”

I crept my way down the hallway and splinters of the past faced me as shards of glass. I recalled one afternoon when Jasmine dreamed of being superior. I could hear her voice, a gentle authoritative voice, say, "I shall be above all, no matter what it takes." Her desire haunted me in my mind. But instances of betrayal followed. I recalled a heated argument between Jasmine and someone whose voice was laced with pretentious love. "I trusted you, Jasmine," the voice had said, "and you broke my heart." I chilled as the vision dissolved.

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

"Keith, are you and Shirley really getting engaged? Man, you're so lucky! "Shirley's gorgeous and smart. I'm honestly jealous." 'Bet you didn't know Shirley's already slept with me. She's completely obsessed with me.' Thinking about their nights together, Ian stared at Shirley intensely. Shirley looked back at him just as passionately. 'Ian's definitely going to be rough tonight, especially with that position from last time.' As if I didn't even exist, the two of them exchanged heated looks while filling their minds with filthy thoughts. In my previous life, after I was accused of cheating, every school blacklisted me. Not a single high school was willing to accept me for another year of stu

He quickly mumbled and I smiled at his kindness. “After the incident that happened… I thought I was going to die but Clara made sure I lived and she did everything in her power to see that happen, I came back to life with those dreams… I started having reoccurring dreams of watching myself die and revisiting the event that happened in the hospital when I was betrayed by the people I called my loved ones” I stopped and took a deep breath. “Those dreams... they feel so real. The betrayal, the pain... it's like I'm reliving it all over again."