Novel & Cerita Spider-man Betrayed Wattpad

“Well, don't be too hard on him. If I were him, it's the fact that you actually believe I can deviate will make decide to.” “You are not him.” Quinn let go of my hands, standing up. I watched him, my heart melancholic. I know what it feels to be betrayed but unlike me, a lord of the Mafia does not grant second chances. One flaw is an indication that it will happen again to the person has to be removed before they act again. “He doesn't know you are onto him. You could put him under surveillance.” Quinn chuckled. “How? Georgie is the surveillance. The second something changes, he will know. I raised him. He is me.”

He had to take control, had to find a way to protect himself and his crew from Layla's wrath, he was also not someone small or one to be toyed with, but he couldn't just sit back and get caught off guard. As he left Layla's presence, Spider couldn't shake off the feeling that he was playing with fire. Layla was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew that he had to tread carefully if he wanted to survive. But he was not one to back down from a challenge. He was determined to uncover the truth about Bruno, no matter the cost. Little did he know that he was about to unleash a storm that would change everything. “Where are you going to?” Layla yelled the moment it dawned on her that he had wal

Control. And now the Alpha was dragging me into the crossfire. I leaned back in my chair, hands over my face. Five hours. Five hours to betray my best friend or betray the Alpha of our pack. And in the middle of it all… Selena. What the hell am I supposed to do? AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey guys! What did you think of this chapter? Who do you think Rowan will end up betraying his childhood friend or the Alpha of his pack? And what do you think Stephen will do if he finds out Rowan chose his father over him?

My power twisted, flared—glowing silver and crimson from within my chest. I saw Emily—kneeling on the orphanage rooftop, holding love letters she never sent. I saw Alpha Stephen—alone in the storm, plunging a knife into the heart of betrayal. They met. They reached. They took each other’s hand. And then—they became one. I opened my eyes. Luna Linda was pinned to the floor by Omega Silas, still screaming. "You were born to be a donor!" she howled. “You're just a Frankenstein!”

I thanked him and hurried out and walked into the apartment with my miserable wedding outfit. I rushed in and locked the door behind me, shutting the world outside out. I crashed on my chair and let out all the heart ache I was feeling. All my life, I've had to fend for myself and not depend on anybody but Dylan and Taylor changed my perspective about life for a while only to crush my heart in ten folds. I barely had anytime to bawl my eyes out when I saw another text from the same anonymous number. “Westfield grand hotel. Two hours”. That was all the text said.

Seeing Stephen's extremely calm face, my heart clenched, and a memory I'd tried hard to forget resurfaced in my mind___ A fifteen-year-old beta was pressed against the wall, beaten and bruised while blood dripped from the corner of his lips. Four older betas surrounded him, mocking and slapping him. "Aren't you beautiful? Attracting all the little omegas in the orphanage home. When we ruin this pretty face of yours, what will they think of you?". The young beta was scared. He shivered with each touch on his swollen face, but in his heart, he was desperate. He didn't want to die. He wanted to see his parents at least once in his life. And when he thought all was over, a sturdy beta ran over__

notice, fingers icy and shaking. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I bit them back hard. No. Not here. Not now. I wasn't alone anymore. There was still a life growing inside me. I slipped my phone back into my bag, both hands over my stomach like I was guarding gold. Right then, I knew—I couldn't stay here another second. This world? It wasn't mine anymore. I moved slowly and steadily, pulling out my phone and hitting the number. "Mr. Mancini, I need everything liquidated. All my assets in Armoria. And start the divorce paperwork," I said, voice flat. "Wipe every trace. In three days, I'll be gone—with his child. He won't find us."

"You're doing so well, agápimeni mou." She nodded without a word, swallowing thickly. Walking away from my sight, she held the phone pressed to her chest. She reeked of despair. I laid down on the bed with my arms crossed and behind my head, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering what was the next step to take. My mind brought back the image of the werewolf named Zadik, a beta betrayed by his own Alpha; one whom he had served for centuries. If that wasn't fucked up, I didn't know what else to qualify it.

It was the signature of the woman who had allegedly been stripped of her history by the Antithesis, the woman who had fought through sixty-one chapters of mechanical gods, billionaire empires, and werewolf curses just to find out that she was the one who had bought the ink. Xander’s hand shook as he held the mask, the orange light of his charcoal heart casting long, jagged shadows across the paper. He didn't look at me. He couldn't. The emotional weight of the betrayal was a silent explosion between us, a sudden, freezing chasm in a world we had just spent our blood to warm.