Percy Is Betrayed And Becomes Cold Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The flatness of a frozen lake, solid enough to walk on, deadly enough to drown in. "When I come back," she continued, "don't expect me to come back as your daughter." Marcus waved a dismissive hand. Already turning back to his ledgers, his deals, his real children—the spreadsheets that never talked back. "Come back when you're worth more than the car you wrecked." Ava turned.

hung in the air. They felt final and cold. I felt a mix of relief and dread. Victors face went pale. He didn't say anything.Isabellas eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Mom… please no…”“I've waited long for honesty. Too long for loyalty. And now I have neither " I said. My voice was steady.. My chest felt tight. "This stops here.”Victors hands clenched at his sides. I saw the battle inside him. He loved Isabella. He wanted to protect her.. He also knew I was right. He opened his mouth. Then he hesitated. He looked at Isabella. I saw the fear. Worry between them.I was sure of my decision. My hands were still shaking. I held my phone. I was ready to take the steps that would

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

She looked at Vincent’s eyes and said, “I know you love me, but…I am sorry, the scare you left on my heart, I’ll never be able to trust anyone again, I am sorry.” She continued, “My whole life, I’ve been betrayed by those I loved, and finally, I have found my happiness with my son. My small world is full of joy, and there is no place for anyone else.” He just stared at her face. she held her son’s hand and walked toward Luca, lying on the floor.

A woman who couldn’t possibly be in love with a man like Bryan unless she had something to gain. “I didn’t even want this fight,” I murmured. “I just wanted to be left alone.” Lucy gave me a look. “That’s the thing about people like Rachelle. They don’t leave you alone. They see your peace and call it a challenge.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Maybe I should’ve talked to her.” “Freya.” Lucy’s tone dropped. “Time for talking is over. You talked when things fell apart. She made it her mission to steal every single thing you had. There’s nothing you could’ve said today that would’ve made her less of a bitch.”

Clara immediately asked me. She was referring to Keila because she was looking at their place. "Ah, they're just asking if Stefan and I don't have a relationship," I answered. I floated there and they just kept looking at me. "Oh, I thought they were convincing you to talk to Jackson," Clara said then giggled. "They're not like that. They also know that Jackson has a girlfriend and she's also their friend, so I don't think they'll tolerate that," I explained. "But Jackson's betrayal of you, they tolerated it? Hey! Why you're so kind, Eli?" Clara said.

the second woman gasped, appalled by the revelation. “He's aware, but I don't think there's nothing he could do?”. The first woman responded “What do you mean by there's nothing he could do?.” the second woman inquired confusingly “He's been enchanted by the seductress. Didn't you see how beautiful she is? I guess she could have anyone she wanted” she said in a whisper. "oh! I pity whoever got into her traps” Shocked, I listened intently to their conversation, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation.

He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."

Tears welled up, blurring everything into a watery haze. The suffocating midsummer heat clung to my skin, yet a cold shiver ran down my spine, chilling me to the core. "Oh, Maren… Is this the 'perfect ending' you believed in?" I whispered to myself. My heart broke into pieces. Perhaps the past ten years of care, loyalty, and love were nothing but a well-polished lie.

He asked fixing me with a curious look that made me want to tell him every single thing about myself. Unlike Declan’s eyes, Percy’s weren’t black, they were a beautiful brown, almost gold. “He used me.” I mumbled, shifting my gaze to the ground where about four crushed cigarette laid. “How?” Was Percy’s only response. I let out a small sigh. “We were supposed to get married. He… he tricked me, he and Evelyn. I… I loved him…” My voice went awfully small at the end and I hated myself for it. I could not afford to be weak, especially not in front of Percival Henderson.