Stories About Betrayal 소설 & 이야기

If I had just been more diligent and checked Macie's hospital website, I would have noticed something was off. There was a difference between Henry and his brother. Apart from their personalities, Henry had a small mole at the corner of his eye, which his brother did not. When the truth finally came out, I clung to Macie, bawling my eyes out. "Why are you crying?" Macie asked, exasperated. "Because I thought I had betrayed you! I even dreamt of you chasing me with a scalpel," I sobbed. Macie laughed. "If you actually managed to betray me, that would be impressive. I don't think you have the brains for that."

I stopped paying attention to her and walked away. Perhaps realizing that things had taken a wrong turn, Shane became cautious. Later that day, he even prepared a meal for me. He had cooked a full spread by himself. But I didn't come home even when midnight came. He flew into a rage and swept all the dishes onto the floor. The next day, a rumor started spreading that I had been out all night with another man. Some internet trolls even edited photos of me by inserting me into obscene videos and pictures from a certain site.

“This isn’t about me, Luca. It’s about what’s been happening. The leaks, the ambushes… someone’s been giving Gianni information. And now Sofia’s saying it’s you.” Marco steps forward, his jaw tight. “You’re not answering the question, Luca.” Luca holds Marco’s eyes, refusing to back down. “Because there’s nothing to answer. I’m not the traitor.” Another long, nervous quiet falls between them, and I can feel the weight of the choice Marco is about to make pressing down on all of us. I can see the emotional fight in his eyes, the tension tearing him apart. Luca has been his most trusted man, his right hand. To accuse him of betrayal… it’s almost unthinkable. But then again, treachery often com

"I can’t let you know everything right now. But what I can say is that Matteo’s now not simply after a brand new wife. He’s after manipulation. Power. And you… you’re a liability now." The global felt love changed into spinning, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. "A liability? What the hell are you speaking about?" Luca sighed, his gaze softening barely. "You’re not just his ex-spouse, Gia. You’re the important thing to matters he wishes matters he’s inclined to do something to get. Trust me, it’s higher if you stay away from him and anything bullshit he’s stuck up in."

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

“Come on, you don't have to be. You know I will never betray you. Everything that happened wasn't my fault.” She rolled her eyes, turning away from me. “I didn't do it intentionally, trust me. Mr James turned the table around and wanted me when I got there…” I paused and sighed. “You weren't expecting me to let down a deal worth almost a billion dollars, right? You would've done the same if you were in my shoes.” I added. She huffed, looking at me. “I would never do that to you.” She defended herself, but her eyes betrayed her.

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ The mistake people made about betrayal was assuming it announced itself. It didn't. Betrayal was quiet. Patient. It sat beside you at meetings, shook your hand, shared drinks with you, then sold pieces of your life when you weren't looking. The truly dangerous traitors weren't the greedy ones. They were the convinced ones. The ones who believed they were doing the right thing.

I knew that he would listen to my story, and that he would understand. "I have a story too," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "A story about betrayal, about hurt." The stranger nodded, his eyes encouraging me to continue. And so I did, telling him about my client, about the way she had betrayed me. "I thought I could trust her," I said, feeling a sense of pain and anger. "I thought she was my friend, my confidante. But it turned out that she was just using me, manipulating me for her own gain."

I was tugging my hand trying to break the chain from the cuffs but it was useless, I was the fake sex toy cuff, but a real stainless steel kind, "Doesn't make sense Anthony, save your strength, I've tried", I could hear the sad news in her voice. "I can't believe none of this bullshit right now, I feel so betrayed by you and then there is Natz and Brad, don't you guys know what loyalty means?!, we are going to die because of things your fucking forefathers did, and I have to pay for sins I never knew I was apart of, I swear to god! This wedding is off is we survive this, we are so fucking done",

Wasn’t I supposed to be touched by such a performance? But people who haven’t lived through betrayal speak easily. Let them tell me the same thing when their husband brings home his ex, lies to their face that she is a cousin, and then sneaks into the guest room at night, the very room you offered out of kindness, and makes love to her so loudly you can’t even pretend not to hear. Let them speak when that so-called cousin poisons their daughter’s heart against them, teaching her to give attitude at a time when they were already fighting to stay alive against a medical condition that threatened to claim their life.