My Fiance's Betrayal Novels & Stories

Adrian’s words sounded sincere, but the image of what she saw lingered too vividly—Leviana’s hopeful gaze, and Adrian not rejecting her immediately. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” Deviana whispered, her voice breaking. “I’ve been betrayed too many times. I thought you were different, Adrian. I thought you’d choose me without hesitation.” Adrian reached for her hand again. “I choose you. Always you, Deviana.” Deviana shook her head, her eyes soft yet pained. “If that’s true, then prove it. Don’t just say it.” She turned and walked away, leaving Adrian frozen in the corridor, his heart tearing apart inside him.

"What can you do for her? Don't forget, you have a fiancée. "Frequently jumping between two women, Mr. Quinn, you are quite something." I sat there, watching the drama unfold, only missing a bag of popcorn to munch on. It wasn't until I heard "fiancée" and "two women" that my heart ached uncontrollably. Strange, earlier it was a headache, but now my heart was hurting too. I felt an inexplicable anger rising within me and couldn't help but start dry heaving, which lasted for quite a while.

I asked as I remembered what she had said to me before I surrendered to their ruthless healer. “Ethan?” She asked in confusion. Then as if she remembered what I meant she laughed and said, “Oh, no, no. Ethan would never betray me, he would never do such a thing. Ethan has a loyalty implanted in his whole body. It would be more like he was betrayed rather than the other way around.” “Then who betrayed you?” I asked in confusion. “My Fated Mate,” Fiona answered and I couldn’t help but see and feel the pain that she was feeling.

“Come on, she’s so desperate. All I have to do is wave her over, and she’ll come back. “If you don’t believe me, just wait. When I go home later and say a few nice words, she’ll give in. Want to bet?” “Alright, let’s bet. I don’t think you’ll win this time!” “I’m not betting! I lose every time!” I kept a straight face, but inside, my heart was breaking. After seven years together, I realized I was nothing more than a tool for bets between him and his friends. I ran out of the restaurant in a daze and accidentally bumped into someone.

It took less than 20 minutes to sign the papers and I was sure her internal turmoil was making it impossible for her to see the way my hands trembled slightly as I signed the wedding certificates. I was getting married to the woman I'd always wanted, loved but had to let her go and now she was in my arms, and I wasn't, going to let her go, ever, not even with the papers I'd just signed. At the end of the day, I was scrolling through the information Marcus sent to me. A cheating fiance that made her step back three years ago and jilted her on the day they were supposed to be married. "Get me all the informations you can find about Luca Vitale, evidence about him cheating on his fiancee with h

My mother’s voice trembles as she begins to sob, and I instinctively place an arm around her for comfort, my mind racing back to that day so vividly etched in my memory—the betrayal, the pain, and the deep rift that has kept us apart for far too long. It was Jasmine's twenty-second birthday, and back then, I truly believed I wanted to spend my life with her; my father's insistence that we marry just five months into our relationship only added to my certainty. I called Mateo, who helped me pick out the perfect engagement ring. But just minutes before I was about to propose, I discovered the crushing truth—she had been cheating on me, and not just with anyone, but with my uncle. There had bee

I sank to the floor, knees to my chest, and let the tears come, hot and unrelenting. Anger, betrayal, humiliation they all mingled, twisting inside me like a storm I couldn’t escape. I had trusted him. I had believed in him, foolishly, against my better judgment. I had convinced myself that the night in the penthouse, the kiss, the touches, the fleeting moments of forbidden intimacy meant something real, something ours. And now, it has been stolen. Shattered. Rendered meaningless by the presence of Anastasia, his fiancée, someone he had chosen or agreed to choose.

She said she would only feel loved if the property certificate carried her name alone. I loved and trusted her. Without hesitation, I had agreed. I thought it was proof of our love. I never imagined it would become the very weapon she used to betray and humiliate me. Amid the harsh static of the walkie-talkie, several uniformed security guards rushed over and surrounded me. "That's him!" Ronan ordered arrogantly. "Throw him out!"

There was no hint of guilt or remorse on his face, I understand that he might not love Maddie but he was supposed to be loyal to her. I was supposed to be loyal to her, but what did I do, I betrayed her. I lusted after and fucked her fiancé while she's in coma, twice. Once might be regarded as a mistake, but we did it twice!! The universe might as well hand me the award of the worst sister ever. "Tia, calm down, let's talk about this. Madison and I don't love each other, we were only going to have a contract marriage." Seth started to explain, he got off the bed, disposed of the used condom and stood in front of me in his naked glory.

“She’s the past. Someone who doesn’t know her place.” Then he met Aruna’s eyes directly. “Look closely, Aruna. This is Celine. My fiancée. The woman who will be my wife.” Aruna’s world collapsed again. Her heart pounded painfully; her vision blurred with tears. “Revan…” her voice cracked, barely a whisper. “You promised me. You said we’d get married once you got better. You said I was the only one you—” “Enough!” Revan cut her off sharply. “That was before. I don’t need a poor, pathetic woman like you. I’m tired of your little sacrifices you always flaunt as if they meant something.”