Quotes Of Love Betrayal Novels & Stories

The crowd erupted in gasps. I stepped forward. My voice was quiet but clear. "She did all of that without being asked. Without his consent. If Jade uses her uninvited sacrifices to blackmail my mate, that is not devotion. That is extortion." Logan opened his mouth to argue. Jade grabbed his arm, tears streaming down her face. "Stop, Logan. She's right. I shouldn't have hoped... I shouldn't have loved him. It was my choice. I expect nothing in return." Logan's eyes welled. "You're too good for him, Jade."

she quietly said after sitting down crying. “I didn’t, I don’t love… “ yes you still do,” she said cutting him off. “The affection was all over your face after seeing the girl you are trying to save from bully is Hazel. Did you know how I… “Baby common. We are living our lives and I’ve never mentioned Hazel to you and still, you don’t trust me. If I love Hazel I wouldn’t cheat on her with you, I wouldn’t betray her trust and stab her like a murderer. If I love Hazel, I wouldn’t accept you telling me to break up with her. It’s you I love Kathy and if that’s not okay for you then I don’t know how I will express it for you. You were surprised to see her the same as me. No affection in my eyes o

Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind. A sudden realization struck me, and the weight of it bore down on me like a crushing force, making it nearly impossible to draw a breath. The gravity of the revelation pressed against my chest, and the pain was unbearable. In that moment, I knew I had to escape, to run away from the overwhelming feelings of hurt, betrayal, and pain.

“You actually think I’m going to stand here, apologize, and just crawl back to you?” His expression hardened. “You *love* me.” I tilted my head. “Do I?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “You always have. And you never betray the people you love.” That made my amusement fade slightly. I met his gaze head-on. “You’re right about one thing—we should never betray the people we love. But you?” I let out a small, mirthless chuckle. “You betrayed me the night you kissed Katharine and spent the night with Katharine instead of celebrating our 5th anniversary together.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as memories of our once happy moments together flashed through my mind. The room fell silent as the weight of betrayal hung in the air. I stared at Sophie, my heart torn between anger and sadness. The photographs scattered on the floor were like shards of broken trust, piercing my soul. "I loved you," I whispered, my voice filled with pain. " I even sent Claire away for you, I know you say you didn't love me." I paused, " you should not have betrayed me like this, you broke the contract and broke me too." I told her, Sophie's pleas for forgiveness echoed in the room, but I couldn't bring myself to believe her anymore.

Slowly, deliberately, I shook my head. “Pierce Voss, don’t you understand?” I clenched my fists. “Even if you destroy a hundred Lena Youngs, it won’t undo the pain of putting me in prison.” “Even if you ruin a hundred Young families, it won’t bring back our child.” “I don’t love you anymore. From the moment you gave the order, I stopped loving you.” My voice was soft, but it fell like a judge’s gavel, final, irrevocable.

I wanted you to taste what it feels like to be betrayed by the person closest to you, to lose everything. "I wanted you to fall in love with me just so I could crush you beneath my feet! This was the retribution you and your father deserved!"

Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over, as the weight of the betrayal settled upon her shoulders. Liam's expression mirrored her pain, his voice tinged with a deep sense of disappointment. "I can't fathom why they would betray us like this," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of betrayal. "The foundation of our relationship feels shattered, and I don't know if forgiveness is possible."

The journal hinted at a betrayal within the Romano family—one that implicated not just Marco Moretti but also someone close to Alessio. One entry caught my eye: “Marco came to me today, desperate. He said he had no choice, that they forced him into it. But I don’t believe him. He’s always been a coward, willing to do whatever it takes to save his own skin. But this… this is different. If he’s telling the truth, then we’re all in danger.” I turned the page, my hands trembling. The next entry was dated just days before Victor’s death: *“I’ve uncovered something… something that could destroy us all. I don’t know who to trust anymore. Even within the family, there are secrets. Lies. Betrayal. If