Novel & Cerita El Lado Dulce De La Traición

Fino a perdere tutti i tuoi sensi: Until you lose all your senses. Non ci sarà pietà, solo piacere: There will be no mercy, only pleasure

“You wanted to please me, so you went and took her exam ticket! “Now that you see she got Early Admission to Harvard, now that she’s better than me, you want to dump me and go back to being her devoted childhood friend? “Jason, you’re disgusting!” “Shut up!” Jason yelled, flustered. Taking advantage of his distraction, I snatched the ID from his hand. Looking at them, a faint smirk curved my lips. “One of you is selfish and hypocritical, the other is vain. Don’t break up. Lock each other down.” With that, I turned and walked out of the café. After that day, I never saw Jason or Summer again. They had a huge fight in the café that day and completely cut ties.

I folded my hands in my laps, “You know she's a traitor, right? You just said that she's a betrayal. What more do you want?” “But, but…” “Again, Ariana was a traitor. What more needs to be recorded than that?” “Some believe traitors speak clearest at the edge of a blade,” Elder Grace continued carefully. “Others believe even traitors should be heard, if only to expose the rest of the rot.” I shrugged, “Betrayal is betrayal. A traitor is a traitor. I don't see the difference.” “A fair judgement.” “I know where the rot lies,” I said, voice cold now. “And it has already been removed.”

when I already wore his ring. And yet, even as the pain consumed me, a dark, searing anger began to rise. This wasn’t just betrayal. It was cruel. It was a slap in the face of everything we had built together. Then, before I could fully process the betrayal, another message popped up. "Come to Club Ecstasy if you want the truth."

“When the cold cuts to the bone. When every breath feels like fire. You will beg for him. You will scream his name.” The hours dragged, darkness pressing closer. Her body weakened, but her mind fought desperately to hold on. Memories flashedLucian’s arms around her in the storm, his voice whispering, Do you want me to stop? Her chest twisted painfully. He had betrayed her, yes. But he had also saved her, again and again. The confusion tore her apart until she could no longer tell which truth was real. Her captors noticed. Scarface smirked. “You feel it, don’t you? The doubt is eating you alive. Betrayal has a taste. Bitter, sharp, impossible to swallow. That taste will break you faster than

The room feels impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sofia glances at me, her eyes wide, pleading. She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I swear she’s about to break down. “The traitor,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “is someone close to Marco. Someone he’s trusted for years.”

He looked at me somberly and suddenly dropped to his knees. "Katrina, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should have trusted you." I looked at Aaron coldly. "What's the point of apologizing? Would it bring my mother back to life?" I continued, "Since you keep thinking that I'm an evil person who would destroy your company and ruin your darling Rachel, fine. I'll fulfill your wish. I can be even worse than what you think." Then, I took out my phone and found the video I had taken of him and Rachel doing the nasty in the morgue next to Dad's. I sent the video to my family group chat, showing them that they could still get "in the mood" at Dad's funeral.

I definitely don't want that. “I can tell you love him and I know you most feel betrayed right now, but I want you to look on the bright side." I said and Felicia took her face up to me. “What bright side? There is no bright side in this." Her eyes were full of sadness. “You are mistaken, I know you are upset that your best friend and boyfriend betrayed your trust but to be honest you are not also faithful to him either." I said and a slight frown formed on Felicia's face.

Lucia met his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, she saw a flicker of remorse in his eyes. With a heavy heart, Lucia revealed Damian as the traitor, recounting the evidence she had discovered during her trials. The pack erupted in a chorus of gasps and protests, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the revelation. Damian stepped forward, his voice laced with desperation. "Lucia, please!" he pleaded. "I made a terrible mistake. I was weak, vulnerable to the allure of power. But I swear, I can change. I will do anything to make amends."

One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire. The question isn’t whether I’ll burn. It’s whether I can make sure he burns first.