Premiere Night Betrayal Novels & Stories

And why did she care so much about what he thought? Left alone, Ava finished her meal in silence. Almost without thinking, she found herself scrolling through I*******m, landing on Sophie and Gabe's pages. Photos of them together, looking happy and in love, filled the screen. The familiar pain of betrayal washed over Ava, and she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. But she quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry. Not again. Instead, she grabbed the TV remote, flipping through channels in search of something to distract her from the ache in her chest.

"You've always claimed Mrs. Sherwood stood by you through thick and thin—how could you betray her now that you're successful? Don't you feel the least bit ashamed?" "Was that sky-high bid on the diamond your way of making up for cheating?" "Mrs. Sherwood, did you know about the affair before this evening?"

Christian’s fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white, his jaw locking to keep the bitter rage from spilling out again. He felt naked — exposed — like a king stripped of his crown before the entire world. He wanted to scream, to throw something, to defend himself... But deep down, he knew — this wasn’t something he could fix with power or charm. This... this was fatal. The lead investor turned to the others and nodded slightly. Without another word, the investors gathered their documents, rising one by one from their seats. Their silence was louder than any insult. Christian stood frozen, breathing heavily, watching helplessly as they filed out the door, leaving nothing but the s

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.

Claiming My Prize I DUNE betrayed me. He fucked my wife. Betrayed me, his best friend. He destroyed my marriage and everything I held really dear, and now I was going to destroy the things he held dear to him. My feet touched the plush carpet of his home, and my breathing steadied. It wasn't beating erratically like I thought it would, and this only energised me because tonight, I was taking from him. The night was darker than black when I turned the door knob and it gave way under my light push.

“Just finish him. Don't let him take your heart.” He turned off the phone and leaned against a cold brick wall. He watched as a dozen police cruisers, sirens wailing, raced toward Pier 7. The night was filled with the sounds of his victory—a victory he wouldn't get to share, a victory that wouldn't put his name back on a building. But as he slid down the wall to the ground, clutching his bleeding arm, William felt a strange, quiet satisfaction. He had seen the betrayal coming. He had seen the mirror of his own past in David Miller, and he had broken it.

I said. “All that to be thrown away by betrayal” I said as I looked up at him. He looked at me, his eyes holding confusion. “Yes, betrayal” “Raymond betrayed me. He slept with my sister on our wedding night, on our bed. He chased me out of our own house, and then he had the audacity to propose to Jasmine with that same ring that he used to propose to me, like I never even meant anything to him” i said as I tried to catch my breath.

Till they both reached their climax and screamed their names. "Franco!" "Emily!" Sh*t! No! That couldn't be! "That was a sham! That's not Franco! You can't just deceive me!" I yelled out, shaking my head off at them. "Not unless you show me well-detailed evidence of Franco's betrayal then I will tell you everything!" I laughed at out, and couldn't think well anymore. "You are all insane to fool me!" drops of tears wetting the corner of my eyes, my fists curled up into tight fists. Once I got out of this capture, I would kill them all.

At the main table, Jason was completely frozen. He finally realized. I had already secured Early Admission. So why did I even take the college entrance exam? Because I had promised him we’d finish high school together. I had been accompanying him. And he, calculating for Summer, had held my exam ticket, shamelessly suggesting I repeat a year. A wave of unnameable regret and shame instantly washed over him.