La Traicion Frases Novels & Stories

AYRA’S POV: Betrayal feels like blood is oozing out of every pore in your body pricking like a needle at every inch and never leave you with a relief but a trauma. I was more concerned about as I cried when I asked him if Sabrina was part of his plan or not.

That's a first. "Thank you, amore," he sighs, "I wish I knew what to do." "Burn them back," she simply states. Earn his trust and then bust his nuts. Vincent almost chokes on his spit. Una donna dopo il mio cuore, he thinks. [Translation: A woman after my own heart] "Sounds like a clever idea," he smiles. "But don't just burn their warehouse, burn their lives up, until there's nothing left," she says and sips on her wine.

)Or was this another elaborate game? “¡Traicionero!”(Treacherous!) The word had burst from me in the warehouse, and it echoed in my head now. I glared at him, arms crossed tightly over my chest. When he reached out to check a bruise on my arm, I jerked away sharply. “Don’t touch me, Luca. Not after everything. Not- after- everything!” I snapped loudly. My blood was boiling. When is it ever normal with him? When?? “Isabella,” he started, voice low and urgent, but I cut him off with a bitter laugh.

"Your whole family, you're all liars! I already paid the deposit for your villas. What more do you want? You were planning to scam me out of everything! Well, I’m canceling the villas right now! I’m not getting engaged! I’m suing you!" With that, I turned and ran out the door. Upon hearing that their precious villas were slipping away, Allen’s parents panicked. Mr. Cooper grabbed a wine bottle, ready to smash it over his son’s head. Overwhelmed, Mrs. Cooper fainted on the spot. Chaos ensued. Some guests tried to stop Mr. Cooper from attacking, while others scrambled to call 911. Amidst the pandemonium, with my back to them all, I smiled. 'Allen, I told you—if you betrayed me, I would make su

Ripping it off, a sight that made my blood run cold lay before my eyes. Cut into his very skin, a set of words awaited me and everyone else: “We don't take traitors.”

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.”

"You're just like all the others, Travis. You're a bloody traitor.” Travis took his gaze to her, not bothering to break the hug. “What do you want, Mrs. Francisco?” He asked, trying to sound as respectful as he could. “Really??? You know it's funny how you keep thinking that you're so much better than everyone else, whereas in reality, you're just a betrayer." She spat, glaring at him. “If by traitor you mean independent, then I'd gladly accept that title.” He replied courtly. “You didn't expect me to remain just like Bruno and get toyed with… growing, yet unable to make decisions for myself, that's stupid.”

Behind me, Raffaele scanned the deserted street with hawk eyes, alert for any sign of pursuit. “We lost them,” he said quietly, voice rough but resolute. “For now.” I didn’t reply. I knew better. The mole wasn’t going to give up so easily. I turned sharply to Travis, my gaze hardening. “If you want to prove you’re still on our side,” I said, voice cold, “start talking. Who is the traitor?” His shoulders sagged. The weight of his betrayal was etched deep into his eyes, but beneath the shame lay fear and something else. Desperation.

I said through gritted teeth, kicking Madeline to the ground. Jacob struggled to break free from the bodyguards' grips and lunged toward Madeline, his gaze thick with disbelief. "Maddie, didn't you say you finally found a bone marrow match for our son? What's going on?" At that moment, he realized the identity he had always been so proud of, and the arrogance he carried thanks to her backing, might've all been nothing but a carefully spun lie. Having received my slap and Jacob's frenzied questioning, Madeline felt closer to the edge. She had been humiliated in front of everyone, and whatever composure she had left snapped completely.

(Using my sister for trivial gloating right revenge games isn't trivial at all. “E tu che lo tradisci?” ( And you betraying him?) he raises an eyebrow. I swallow, “Ho sbagliato. Ma almeno sono disposta ad ammetterlo, lui non vede nulla di sbagliato nell’usare Sofia.” (I was wrong. But at least I'm willing to admit it, he doesn't see anything wrong with using Sofia.) “Avete sbagliato entrambi,” (You were both wrong.) Alessio nods. “Allora perché non lasciarvi tutto alle spalle, eh?” (why not put this all behind you? Hmm?)