Istri Yang Dikhianati Novels & Stories

“Astrid is with us now. She’s proven her loyalty to me.” The man who had spoken earlier sneered. “And how do we know that? She was Luca’s personal hacker, his closest ally. How can you be sure she won’t stab you in the back the same way she stabbed him?” Before Ace could respond, I stepped forward, my gaze sweeping across the room. I could see the distrust in their eyes, the thinly veiled hostility. Fine. If they wanted proof, I’d give it to them.

Astrapi watched this exchange, his expression a little amused and a little hopeful. “No,” said Ilyria, and her voice echoed in the pale marble hall, “No,” she said again, more quietly, “We don’t want your help, Astrapi.” She felt Nicos’ hand on her forearm and knew she was being impulsive. But her anger at Astrapi had not abated. She was not just angry at him. She was angry at herself too. She mistrusted what she had seen in him. She could not unsee either the untrusting, jealous lover he at been at the Nemachi fortress or the ruthless destroyer he had been after. She shrugged Nicos’ hand away. “Just wait for us here,” she hissed at Astrapi and turned away from his hurt expression. “Please,”

The lines between friend and foe blurred, and the weight of suspicion hung heavy in the air. But we refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf us. We rallied together, our love serving as an impenetrable shield against the arrows of deceit. We delved deep into Damian's past, unearthing long-buried secrets and hidden motives. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, we realized the extent of Damian's deception. He had been a double agent all along, infiltrating Xander's inner circle with the sole purpose of tearing it apart from within. The betrayal cut deep, but it also ignited a fire within us—a fire of determination and resilience.

There was no forgiveness for what she had done, and I intended to make sure she understood that fully. “I didn’t do anything like that. I did not commit treason!” Stasia cried, her voice trembling as she tried to defend herself. “Bianca and whoever you spoke to lied! Yes, I was jealous. Yes, I was angry, but I never did those things!” Her desperation was palpable, but I wasn’t moved. Instead, I smirked coldly, the fire of my anger barely contained. “And what about being Garland’s informant?” I asked, my voice cutting through her sobs.

"Say whatever you want about me, dude, but leave her out of this." Felix scoffed. "Yeah, I have so much respect for that bitch now. I wouldn't dare say shit about her." He threw his hand in the air. "Get the fuck outta here!" Gio wanted to yell back that he had a lot of nerve calling anyone a whore—wanted to push Hector aside and charge at Felix for even implying the nasty things he had about Bianca. She may've betrayed him, but Gio knew she wasn't that kind of girl. She was as much of that kind of girl as Gio was the kind of guy who would betray a friend as he had Felix. This whole thing was something completely unexpected that had just happened to the both of them. But Gio knew it was poin

Damian sneered, his words cutting through the tension. "Baldulf..." tears streamed down my face. "Yes, he betrayed us," Tala confirmed as if sensing my unspoken question. “Why did you do this?” I questioned Bardulf, not expecting a rational answer. “You rejected me,” he mumbled, a twisted justification. "All this is because I didn't choose you?" My voice betrayed surprise, breaking with emotion. "This makes it a lot easier, come with me," Damian suggested with a sinister smile. "I didn't kill your mother," I vehemently retorted.

"This is what you have in your pouch?! You've been carrying this very thing that can kill your sister?!" My mother let out a broken scream as her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. The pack also let out a collective gasp. That was when the Great Elder, Cyrus, stepped over the doorway. He was the oldest werewolf in the pack. He had never stopped preaching about virtue and justice, but his heart was colder than anyone else's. He pointed at the black liquid on the ground, then pointed at me. "Since Anna had this, it proves she has betrayed the pack. She's no longer one of the pack and has become a spy for the vampires."

Sargas said, trying to lighten the mood. Athena simply nodded. “Hey…” Sargas gently touched her wrist. “You’re still thinking about Giselle, aren’t you?” Athena nodded again. “I just didn’t expect her to say those things. She twisted the truth and made me out to be the villain.” Sargas sighed. “She’s only exposing herself, Athena. She humiliated you in an attempt to mask her family’s own disgrace. She thought people would be easily deceived, but she underestimated who she was dealing with.”

“Because that same night, the emperor sent his own assassins after us. After your daughter and your husband. It was the late emperor, Your Grace. He never wanted you to marry a mere farmer, let alone have a child with him. When we were about to escape by horse that rainy night, we were intercepted by the emperor’s men. Alistair had no choice but to stay and fight them, buying me time to reach the boat. That was the last time I saw him, Your Majesty.” Teressa’s voice broke as tears spilled from her eyes, her composure unraveling with the sorrow she had carried for years. Across from her, Ilyana’s tears betrayed her stoic facade. Her breath hitched, the weight of her guilt and regret crashing

I admit. “This probably isn’t the place to talk about that. As for the family, I will help fend them off. Gideon was being a dick, asking Anton about his tattoos then taunting him for leaving you. He never covered any up, Val. He never stopped loving you, he just felt he wasn’t good enough for you. Mixed with what he does, and the dangers of it all, especially back when he had just taken over after his fathers’ death. You were his biggest weakness. Now he has two,” Hudson explain. “I flew out to Italy more than once to talk sense into him. He would go out drinking, and if a woman touched him, he broke her fingers. Eventually they all avoided him to keep their hands intact.” “You ne