El Lado Dulce De La Traición Novels & Stories

Lucas had mentioned to me that Vincent had gone insane. To prove his loyalty to me, he had personally slaughtered Chloe and that unborn fetus. This violated the mob's ironclad rule against spilling Family blood. He was kicked off his pedestal by the elders and became a stray dog hunted across the entire country. He stared at my stomach, his eyes red rimmed, his whole body trembling. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees in front of me, pulling out a bloodstained box. It was the "Heart of True Love." "Mia, I got it back," his voice was broken, begging me from the very dirt. "The eyesores are all dead. I took care of them myself. Come back with me. Just nod your head, and my life is yours.

“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.”

“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.

My fingers curled around the handle of a blade that was long, slender, honed to a sadistic point. I lifted it slowly, letting the overhead light catch the edge, letting him see every detail. His breathing hitched, eyes darting wildly between my hand and my face. I smiled. “You know why betrayal stings the most?” I asked, dragging the tip lightly across his cheek. A stream of blood dripped instantly, sliding down the curve of his jaw. He flinched, a strangled sound catching in his throat. “It’s because it always comes from someone I trust.” His pleas rose into unstable wave of sobs, words spilling over themselves, but I didn’t hear them.

Again, Bastian nodded. "Of course. When you weren't with Nicole, I was the one sleeping with her until morning. It's a lie if both of us didn't enjoy it. Especially since Nicole always complained when she was with you, she was rarely satisfied. And when she's with me, Nicole feels pleasure she didn't get from you, Alex." Alex's hand clenched tightly. He was infuriated upon realizing he had been played. "I didn't mean to betray your trust," Bastian tried to explain. "I did all this just for fun. There were no feelings involved here."

He tried to stop Ahuizotl but Tristan came from behind, biting his leg off, making him fall down. His mind and posture trembled, throbbing in pain as Tristan looked down at him dead in the eyes, dominance coming to his face. “The Art of Dark Magic, Verse 235, ‘Those who strive for lust are greeted with remorse.’” He quoted a verse from his favorite book, etching the reminder of what happens when greed drowns a person. Huzefa looked at Tristan, not trying to move anymore, accepting his defeat as he curled his lips upwards, “Yeah… you are right.” He hummed, accepting his death.

“Yes. It took a long time, but I was finally exposed to their true colors. They never wanted to save the world like they promised. They trained me to do magic, and then used me to do terrible things.” “I’m not like you,” Joyce said. He crossed his arms. “Is that why you are here? You think you can just feed me these lines and my life will change?” He looks at Veronica again, and there’s something dark in his eyes. “I may have been uncovered, but I will never be a traitor like you. I believe in this cause.” “They lied to you,” Veronica said at the same tone and cadence, seemingly undisturbed by his insults. If being a traitor to a crime organization could be considered an insult.

“You ruined my life! I was better off without any of you psychopaths.” “I could have given you anything.” Henry said, his eyes tearing up as he relived the deepest betrayal in his life. “Anything you wanted, Hana. If only you had asked. If only you had come to me and tell me you never felt happy or loved in the family. I would have moved mountains to make sure you got everything you needed.”