My Spectacular Betrayal Novels & Stories

Ava felt her heart race as she held focus on Roman's phone screen. Her face was captured in the clearest photograph she has ever seen as she was seen leaving his penthouse. The article did not waste time to accuse her of having participated in her mother's alleged plots. Her grip on the phone betrayed her, but her voice remained strong. "Who could have leaked this?" Without flinching, Roman stared. "It has Malone's hand written all over it" "This is deliberate. Their goal is to have me abandon you and the case." She said as she dropped the phone on the counter.

A sum he would’ve needed ten contracts to earn under Gabriel’s management. Gabriel’s shock was almost palpable. “We’re sold out!” he muttered in disbelief as the broadcast announced that 10,000 units of our clothing and shoes had sold out in just ten minutes. I could feel the turmoil in his chest. This success should have been his, but I had stolen it from him. And now he was spiraling further into despair. But this was just the beginning. Gabriel had no idea what was coming next. By the time I was done with him, he would wish he had never betrayed me—or better yet, that he had never been born.

I stormed out of the door and the house. I found myself at a club nearby, nursing a cold beer that wasn’t doing much to ease the sting of betrayal. It wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. What was really sending me off was the betrayal. My mom had betrayed my dad the same way, and it ultimately ended in him taking his own life. I’d always been afraid of being betrayed in the same way… and here I was. “I hate betrayal!” I muttered to myself. He said, "Me too." Then I turned around and saw the man–I could tell that he had an extraordinary temperament, and he was very handsome.

“Before Adrian, I was supposed to marry someone else.” “Who?” “Damian Carter.” Mia blinked. “You… you were going to marry Damian Carter?” I nodded, but my legs suddenly felt numb, followed by an unsettling prickling beneath my skin. “He disappeared a week before our wedding.” Mia stared at me for a moment before her gaze drifted around the café, checking whether anyone nearby was listening. When she looked back at me, her voice had dropped. “He disappeared?” “I don't know what happened to him. He just disappeared.”

Till I lost count - I guess. The room started spinning slowly. My thoughts grew thick and fuzzy, but the hurt was still there, throbbing-but far away. How could he do this to me? I expected betrayal from men eventually… but not him. And especially not just few weeks after saying “I do.” This is premium betrayal. And Lila… she was supposed to be my sister. I slammed the empty glass down. No. I was done being the victim. Done crying over people who didn’t give a fuck about me.

I tilt my head towards him again with my watery eyes indicating him to stop all this shaking my head very slightly,his face held no emotions. He is just staring at me blankly while replying "you should have thought about the consequences before pulling the stunt" he pull me more into him then continues looking dead in my eyes"you know I can tolerate anything but betrayal and you my darling you did the one thing I hate the most. so be ready to get your reward" I am already terrified and he isn't making anything easy for me. I am literally shaking due to fear of what he has planned for me and I wonder why hasn't anyone came out yet .

“Imagine if the soccer club didn’t conduct regular tests. Imagine if they didn’t make soccer players get screened every couple of months. I could have caught something. You yourself called him a walking gonorrhea man—you said it, Lala! So what were you thinking, huh? Were you even thinking about me? My feelings? Or were you just thinking about yourself and the free money?” Lala collapses, as if the truth’s impact had knocked the wind from her. Her sobs come loud and messy, echoing through the room. They sure as hell aren’t pretty, but at least they are real. I stand there, arms still, spine locked. Watching her cry feels surreal. Like my body’s here, but my heart’s somewhere else, floating j

My cousin--in our marital bed. -Shit I took another shot. Then another. Then another. Then another.. Till I lost count The room started spinning slowly. My thoughts grew thick and fuzzy, but the hurt was still there, throbbing. How could he do this to me? I expected betrayal from men eventually… but not him. And especially not just few weeks after saying “I do.” This is premium betrayal. And Lila… she was supposed to be my sister. I slammed the empty glass down. No. I was done being the victim. Done crying over people who didn’t give a fuck about me.

And I betrayed him; mom betrayed me; Ingrid betrayed me; Felicity betrayed him; Garrett betrayed us. Fainting is quick and painless; Claude's voice is a muffled shout before everything goes black.

Outside, thunder echoed faintly through the rain. The café lights flickered once before stabilizing again. Neither woman moved. “You know,” Selena said softly after a while, “I think people underestimate betrayal.” Marisa looked at her instantly. Selena kept her tone casual. “Everyone talks about heartbreak like it’s the worst feeling.” She looked down at her coffee. “But betrayal feels worse.” Silence. Heavy silence. Marisa didn’t answer immediately. And when Selena finally looked up— she saw it clearly. Shock.