The Betrayal: A Father's Secret Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I'll never warn you again. You see how I can make a winner a loser?” "Taylor?” She said his name in disbelief but to nobody's surprise, he responded with a nonchalant "Yes” As bad as I wanted to tell him to go to hell and fuck the demons, I drew back. "What did you do to my Father?" I couldn't hold back. I threw my question without modifying it. I couldn't hide the pain in my voice. I was betrayed by—not just anyone but my own Father. “Your Father? You mean the man who was paid to give you out for marriage?"Taylor spat mockingly, and the spell of tears broke, flowing down each cheek in thin lines.

"Hardly. My father had summoned me to his office and coldly announced my betrothal. It was to be the Alpha, a man I once liked but who had deeply humiliated me years before. The rejection had left me scarred, filled with a bitter resentment. Now, my father, with his iron will, expected me to accept this fate. I felt trapped, suffocated by his demands. The night I met Hero, I was supposed to be attending the engagement ceremony with the Alpha. But he, true to form, once again rejected me, this time in front of the entire people there. The humiliation was unbearable. I felt shattered, lost. In that moment of despair.” “Hero appeared that night, a beacon of unexpected kindness in the darkness t

"If you want to know who killed your father, the answers are not far from you…" That was it. Then, a copy of a secret memo of sorts. But that wasn't what had made my heart bleed. No. It was the list of names, And Rufus was there. Andrian’s father. The betrayal cut deeper than anything I’d ever felt. I had trusted Andrian. Loved him with all my being. But how much had he been keeping from me? Had he known? Had he lied every time he held me close and whispered that he’d protect me?

He would understand how does it feel to be betrayed. Igor and I left as the rest of the business in the club was going smooth. My father taught me this a long time back. Once you leave the traitor to reach its root and make sure that the other is dead, the one who is the mastermind would never believe him again. Because betrayal is something that runs in their blood and they either kill themselves or the opponent would kill them in fear of getting exposed. So in a nutshell I won the bloodshed without soaking my hands in it.

It felt strange, almost wrong, that something so nourishing could exist in the same space as so much restraint. Everyone seated at the table was a betrayer—every single one of us. Me. Finn. His father. And that bitch Vivienne. Maybe the only one exempt from all the drama was Becky. Finn and that bitch had betrayed me and his father. I betrayed Mr. Caruso by deleting information he probably needed more than anything, especially if he was willing to go to such extreme lengths just to retrieve it. And Mr. Caruso betrayed his own son, he could have simply asked if everything I told him was true. Or was that even betrayal at all?

“Now, we stop pretending this is just about revenge.” I met his gaze. “Then what is it about?” He took a step closer, his voice quiet. “It’s about survival.” And in that moment, I realized— I might not be able to trust anyone. Not Nolan. Not Jeff. Not even the memory of my father. My pulse thundered in my ears as I took a step back, my gun still raised. The weight of the revelation hung in the air, thick as smoke. Jeff. My father. Working together. I forced myself to breathe, to think past the cold flood of betrayal tightening around my chest. I wanted to believe there was some mistake. Some explanation. But the way Jeff’s eyes wouldn’t meet mine told me the truth.

I ask, a little too curious. I hand Pietra a tissue, she wipes her tears and sits back in her armchair, looking at me sadly. "I caught him in bed with another woman, but not just any woman, it was with the damn secretary who was always hitting on him," I take a deep breath. My family has a very similar story to this one; I'm the result of the chain of events after my father Bruno's betrayal. He got drunk and slept with the secretary, which was enough for my mother to lose trust in him.

I didn’t see the brief there, but I wasn’t looking for it. I shook my head, the weight of betrayal pressing against me. “I know him. I know his voice; I heard him on the phone,” I explained and took a deep, shaky breath. “He betrayed my pack. He was my father, Beta.” I sagged in on myself as those words left my lips.

She demanded to know why I was suspicious of her. The moment the police arrived, Shirley instantly fell silent. Not a single word came out of her mouth. 'I'm screwed. Keith, you dumb jerk, are you trying to ruin me?' I almost laughed. During the search, after a casual reminder from me, the officers found the pinhole camera hidden inside Shirley's collar. My mom was shaking with anger. She pointed at Shirley in disappointment. "How could you do something like this? "Our family has always been good to you. How could you betray us like this?"

“So what now? You kill Ian then my brother?” I took a deep, cleansing breath and shook my head. “No, I will settle for Ian being my last kill or at the very least being his last victim.” “His last victim? Why do you sound like you don’t care if you live or die?” “Rule one of being the Betrayer, expect an early and violent death. I thought I was a goner in our last fight, but Balric took over. The way I see it I’m on borrowed time,” I explained and he went back to clenching his jaw again. “Anything else, Callius?”