The Betrayal Of Jimmy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The system we had dismantled, though revolutionary, had left a chasm where belief in oneself once stood. I could feel the weight of my own choices pressing down on me—the decisions that had led us here, but also the responsibility. These wolves were looking to me not just as their leader but as their guide. Their chance to reclaim control over their lives, free from the shackles of the mate bond.

The man I called father, the one who sold me, bartered me, sacrificed me to save his own skin, now reduced to a bloody reminder of betrayal. For a moment, I just felt… nothing. There is no sorrow. Certainly not a surprise. Just a deep, yawning emptiness. So this was the end for Tommaso Aldo Mitchell. An expendable piece that is removed from the chessboard. Jasper grinned wider, brushing a hand down the door’s edge like he owned the room, like he owned me. “You don’t have to waste your tears on him, Astrella. He was never worth it.” A bitter laugh bubbled from deep in my chest, shaking loose every ounce of terror lodged inside. “Trust me, Jasper,” I said, brushing hair from my face, my voice

she added, almost too quietly, “found out what they were doing. What the Wards had buried in the trust. He wanted to expose them. Days later, he was dead. Heart attack, they claimed.” Lucas stared at her. “And you believed that?” “I believed enough to stay quiet,” she said. “I wasn’t going to lose you too.” He sat back, shaken to his core. “Why now?” She turned, reached for a leather folder on the table. Held it out to him. “Because you’ve already chosen him. So go into that war armed.” Lucas took it, hands trembling. The folder was old. The edges cracked. Inside were letters. Photographs. Legal documents, brittle and yellowing with time. At the bottom of one page, handwritten in ink:

She mocked, “at least that way she can be useful.” Suppressing the rage, I strode to my room. As soon as I snapped the doors close behind me, I buried my face in the soft pillow, muffling my sobs as my heart broke. My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal.

“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?”

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

But that's how it is, without them, sometime in the future, they'll think back on it; from what they believed would have no apology, it will have one. And just by looking at each other at that moment, they said to themselves... THE BETRAYER.

They were workaholic like me so they also didn’t have any more friends besides business friends which barely come in category of one. But everything had turned upside down since that small frame big beautiful hazel brown eyes and long hairs with addictive fragrance came in my life. Well, she didn’t come herself as I forced her to enter my life but I had traded people with other’s betrayal before too because that’s hurt the most after betrayal. It was a lesson for anyone who around me thought of anything like that. They couldn’t betray me even if they had offered a big sum of money because they loved their closed ones but Jameel didn’t love anyone other than him. That bastard thought he would

She laughed weakly. "You should eat something," Damon said. “You barely touched dinner.” He moved around the kitchen, Sloane watched him pull out a bottle of water with glasses. “I’m not hungry,” she said. “She knew, maybe not everything but enough. I told her everything as my best friend. He walked back beside her near the window. “She betrayed you,” he said. “But that doesn’t erase every real thing that existed before it because people are complicated.” “You really believe that? I feel stupid.”

I had always believed that even if he grew close to Summer, the class beauty, and even developed feelings for her in high school, our place in each other’s hearts would remain special. In sophomore year, some jealous girls had spread rumors that I was obsessively chasing him, trying to come between him and Summer. When Jason found out, he kicked over a desk in front of the whole class. Pointing at the girls, he shouted, “Emily is my childhood friend. If anyone dares to spread lies about her again, don’t blame me for being merciless!” At the time, I was certain I had a place in his heart. But now it seemed that had only been an act to maintain his image as loyal and sentimental.