Soma Traitor Novels & Stories

Well, it wasn't quite much of a secret. During the time of the war after my father had been labelled a traitor and declared a rogue, Jaime was nowhere to be found. It was said that he was out with one of his lovers. “And how are you going to get one? The last time I checked, they were wiped out during Clarke's madness.” Jaime believed that too, but for him to mention a Venegan as the solution to his aging, he must have definitely caught a whiff of something. “I have lived for many years, even before your mother was born. I have crossed paths with the Venegans, or should I say a Venegan.” He chuckled dryly, rolling a small luminous ball between his fingers.

Whether he signed it or someone used him, she still tasted that betrayal when she woke up screaming. She smiled sweeter, burying the spark of rage. “Then you really are lost. Want directions, or are you here to drag me out by my hair for the fun of it?” His gaze flicked down, quick, over bare throat, bare shoulders, the dip of silk at her breasts. Assessing, not leering. Her skin prickled where his eyes passed. “We’re here for a traitor,” he said. “Someone selling data on something called Siren Protocol. This unit is one of three endpoints on the route.” He slid a hand into his jacket, produced a small, black device. “Everything points to here.”

Like a trapdoor snapping open beneath me. The plan, the meticulous infiltration, the manipulation of my home, the kidnapping—it all had a signature, a hidden hand guiding it. Every small detail pointed to the same source, every anomaly made sense now. Bartholomew Heathcliff. The Archbishop. I leaned back, gripping the tablet as if it were a weapon. My mind raced, no longer with confusion, but with sharp clarity. He had orchestrated this—every small movement of Adiya, every calculated risk, every subtle distraction. Every moment of chaos was planned.

The conference room doors burst open and Carmen stumbled in. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with tears and fury. She was clutching a medical report. "Isabella! You monster!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with despair. "How could you do this to me?!" Vincent stared at her in shock. "Carmen? How did you—" "The genetic report!" Carmen slammed the papers on the floor. "I went to the hospital, Vincent! The report was a fake! It was forged! There's nothing wrong with our baby!"

it's so simple to figure out and the he\she is gonna confess. "Hamma Ameer." I said upon entering the parlor.And then sat beside him. I saw him stiffened. I only call him Hamma when i want something from him or when he knows that I know he's guilty. And it's the latter. "Mustapha just called me and i was just curious cus i know he doesn't have my number." I said smiling sweetly at him. I just knew his weakness. Hahahah "Yeah he just asked for your number you know to get along. He said nobody likes talking to him cus he's sort of ugly." Yaya Ameer said. I can't help but laugh.

I came back towards the topic as she relaxed herself. “He is Zaroon Durani. Do you think someone can break him by just breaking his trust? He is a business tycoon in Asia and there’s a reason for that. He is the one who expanded the business overseas. He is different from the rest of his family.” She stated as a matter of fact. “I am betraying him.” I said as I didn’t want to feel a tiny bit of guilt about that. “That’s different. Every successful man is bound to get betrayed by their women.” She tried to relax me.

“He’s on a plane back from Lithuania. He found something in Svetlana’s hideout. Photos. Schedules. Routines. Surveillance all on both Sareena and Sophia Morelli.” My heart drops. “But it’s worse than that,” he continues. “He found signs that some of our own, both from the Familia and the Camorra. They have flipped. They’re following someone they call The Traitor.” I can’t move. “One word kept showing up again and again. Written in the margins, beside names, codes, maps…” “Predátel,” he says. “The Traitor.” Silence settles like a fog. Only the espresso machine hums in the background.

I argued and he jaw clenched before relaxing again "My Gamma is a traitor" he muttered lowly and my brows creased "What did you say? How is your Gamma a traitor?" He exhaled and clicked his tongue "I just found out that he has been working with the rogues. He's the one who sent your pictures to the leader of the rogues and the one who told them where the rogue prisoner we captured was being held so they were able to attack and break him out" I stood frozen in stunned silence for several seconds before finally being able to speak again

He wouldn't trust us just as much as we don't trust him. I am then taken by surprise when he apologises for the raid back then, but I have a feeling that he really had nothing to do with it. Maxine was the traitor within the pack. Mateo was the traitor or the rogue she was working with, but the one to make payment on Emma was this Joesph.

Sasha's itinerary is highly secret, and only insiders of the Zorion family know, so the direction of the investigation is naturally that there are traitors within the Zorion family. In the end, the traitor investigated by the Zorion family was Sasha's most trusted assistant and bodyguard, Joel. Joel has been by Sasha's side for many years, and in the Zorion family, his identity is not just as simple as an assistant, so this incident shocked the entire Zorion family. At that time, Sasha was still in a coma, so Mr. Zorion took several high-level executives of the group and close relatives of the family to thoroughly investigate Joel's betrayal.