Rise From Betrayal His Ultimate Triumph นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pressed his chest flush against my back, fervent heat burning silence between us. Slowly descending his hands upon my shoulders, fiery fingertips scorching my skin through the mesh. His eyes were pitch-black, a vortex of possession and malevolence. “Yes, I do.” He answered with a honeyed voice. “I wanted to match you – because you’re the only one I’ll ever want.” Acid churned in my stomach, guilt torturing my soul in its vice grip. I have committed the ultimate betrayal, more painful than a sword through the heart. Lazarus will never forgive me for joining The Rebel’s Creed who were actively trying to destroy him.

"On our honeymoon. Of course he did." "It's actually, it's not terrible. It's goodbye. Real goodbye. He's letting me go." "Can I read it?" I hand him the phone. Watch him read. See his expression shift from anger to something softer. Understanding, maybe. "He's right," Liam says finally. "About all of it. You did win. You took the worst thing that ever happened to you and became extraordinary because of it." "Not because of it. Despite it." "Both. Because and despite. The betrayal was the catalyst but you did the work. You rebuilt. You chose to be better instead of bitter." He sets down the phone. "Are you okay? Reading this on our honeymoon?"

But he had to settle something before leaving this town. His eyes revealed viciousness as he remembered the scene of Ivan launching an attack at him while he sought to dodge the Boa's maw. One thing he hated more than anything else was betrayal. The memories of his past life made sure to make him remember the consequences of keeping betrayers around him. His mind raced as he thought of the most suitable way to enact the payback for the near death experience caused by Ivan. In the end, his eyes sparked as he looked towards the Auction House in the distance.

The realization spurred me to action, to defy this sinister plot with every fiber of my being. With a surge of adrenaline, I moved with a swiftness borne of desperation. My training, honed through years of preparation, now served as a beacon of hope. The ensuing struggle was a dance of survival, a testament to the primal instinct that courses through every ruler when faced with the specter of betrayal.

The truth, heavy and unforgiving, unraveled the fragile threads of our once-promising future. As Xavier turned his back, retreating from my presence without a backward glance, I crumpled to the ground, my body wracked with sobs. The betrayal, the anguish, threatened to consume me, to tear apart the very fabric of my existence. But even in the darkest corners of my despair, a spark ignited—a fierce determination to protect my children at all costs, to rise from the ashes of this agonizing betrayal.

“First, you have to kill Olivia’s children's friends so she can ascend to the throne.” The man with a deep long scar across his face gently bent down and stared at their photos. He hasn’t spoken. Nor did they give him enough money. But he was well-fed while he practiced his combat. “Do you even understand me?” Stiles walked around. “I want you to kill Duchess Athena Renzo, first.” He nodded his head, then, he titled his head at him. “What besides you feeding me and clothing me, what else would I get?” “You have pocket money, don’t you?”

Julian pulled me into a tight embrace, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve already lost an arm. I can’t wield a sword anymore. I’m useless too. Don’t worry! I’ll be with you forever. We can build a small house at the foot of the mountain and live a simple life. Wouldn’t that be nice?” It was not that I had never considered living an ordinary, peaceful life with Julian. However, the moment I learned of their betrayal, everything changed. Now, there was only one thing left in me: vengeance. I would make everyone who had hurt me pay the price.

“That I’d go down alone? That you’d walk away and leave me to rot? No. You should’ve known better than that.” I stared at him, speechless for a moment, the air heavy with the stench of betrayal. He wasn’t just unrepentant—he was proud of this. Proud of dragging me into the depths of his destruction. The realization hit me hard. There was no regret in him, no guilt. He didn’t care about the lives he’d ruined, not even mine. "You can’t be that naive," he added, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "You stood by me for three years, and now you act surprised?"

“Loyalty?” He nodded, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Yes. Loyalty. Do you know what betrayal looks like? It’s not always a knife in your back. Sometimes it’s a deal your rival makes behind your father’s name. Sometimes it’s a smile at the table while they poison your food. And sometimes—” he pointed toward the cages, his finger steady, “—it’s raising the children of the men who tried to wipe out your family, letting them grow strong enough to finish what their fathers started.”