Romance Books With Betrayal Novels & Stories

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable,

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

"A marriage without love is nothing but torture. For both of us." For each folks? I wanted to chuckle. He had no idea what torture turned into. Torture changed into loving someone who could in no way love you returned. Torture was watching him fall for a person else at the same time as you stood there, invisible. "This turned into a mistake from the begin," he endured, his voice company, final. "You knew I had feelings for Riley. You knew this became just me rebelling against Gramps’ expectations. But now, she’s back, and I’m going to marry her."

The confident, vibrant spark that once defined him was gone, replaced by a palpable weariness. But what did that even matter? He was the one who'd caused all this damage. I stepped back, my voice cold and steady. "Don't pretend I'm the only one for you. You had a mistress while we were in a relationship. What makes you think I'd cling to a man already stained by betrayal?"

I admitted honestly, and she sighed. “Can you tell me exactly what comes to mind when you think of your sister?” she asked, her gaze piercing. “I hate her,” I replied after a few moments of contemplation. “Care to explain why?” she inquired, and I scowled. “Why should that even be a question? I hate her because she betrayed me by sleeping with my husband,” I retorted. Bella sighed. “I need you to be very honest with me, Scarlet. Do you only hate her for the affair and betrayal, or is there something deeper fueling your anger?”

He wrapped me, all the way around, like he could be walls and roof and the good kind of keep. “Breathe,” he whispered. “Match me.” We did. His inhale, my inhale. His exhale, my exhale. After a minute, the tight panicked flutter under my breastbone eased. The room got bigger again. “I was angry at her for a long time,” he said into my hair. “Then I was angry at myself for choosing a simpler story than the truth.” “What was the truth?” I asked. “That betrayal rarely comes with a villain’s cape.” His hand stroked the back of my neck, thumb brushing my collar. “It arrives as a favor. A shortcut. A secret told ‘to protect.’ It smiles. It believes itself generous.”

so he still has this number. The text reads: You'd better return the shares you stole from my company, or else, everyone will know that their latest business sensation is nothing but a thief, liar and betrayer. The moment I see the text, I stop dead in my tracks. Me? I immediately type furiously: I have never stolen or betrayed anyone. He sends a clown emoji which makes me want to throw my phone against the wall. I drop my phone flat on the bed, and it buzzes again.

None of it lightened the heaviness in my chest. I had loved Damon like a brother. He had stood at my side through battles, guarded my back time and time again, and yet he had betrayed me in the worst way. He had let Lucien strike me, had watched while I was one upped time and time again. No matter his reasoning, I could not forgive that. And still, he had been the one to expose Lucien. He had pulled me back from ruin in the end. That contradiction was something I couldn’t stop thinking about.

"No. You fell in love with an escort and now you're playing house with his kid while your ex-husband tries to destroy both of you. This isn't what we planned." "Since when do we get to plan love?" "This isn't love. It's trauma bonding. It's two broken people clinging to each other in a crisis and calling it romance." The words hit like a slap. "You don't mean that." "Don't I? Look at the timeline, Sera. You met him at your lowest point. He was working. You were self-destructing. You've known him two months. Two months. And you're already enmeshed in his custody issues, CPS investigations, and telling his daughter about his past."

“I thought we had a deal? How am I supposed to shove it in Brielle’s face—and that idiot’s face—that I’ve moved on if I don’t—” “You haven't moved on,” I cut him off. I looked him dead in the eye and let out a long, heavy sigh. “It’s only been two months since you two broke up. There’s no way you’ve moved on that fast, especially since you were supposed to get married. Even if you say you don't love her anymore, the emotional baggage is still there. I can see it.” He drew in a sharp breath and rubbed his temples. “Then what do you want me to do? Just let them be? Let them think I’m still miserable because of their betrayal?”