The Betrayed Princess Rising Novels & Stories

Zech’s voice echoed in her mind. Was throwing your own soldiers into the enemy’s blade also for our kingdom’s honor? She swallowed hard, but no answer came. The truth was, she didn’t have one. There was no excuse for what she had done. She had sent soldiers, men who had trusted her, to their deaths. She had betrayed them, sacrificed them in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. And for what? A small victory that had turned to dust in her hands. Victor watched her carefully, sensing her vulnerability. He seemed to savor the moment, knowing he had struck a blow to her pride.

A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart. I had defended Karen. Shielded her, while Sera bled. And the truth? She was only an impostor. I thought back to the day Karen "fell" down the stairs. I remembered Sera's eyes, the desperate plea for me to believe her, the raw hurt. I had promised I would, but I... I was a goddamn fool! My knuckles turned white as I gripped the recorder, my hands trembling violently. "Get that impostor now. Get a DNA test. Once it's confirmed... she'll pay, tenfold!"

"And there is another door to try. The Blackstone pack. Lucien. The girl's own castoff first husband, who divorced her and has every reason in the world to hate how high she has risen. A wounded, jealous, ambitious Alpha with a grudge against the very woman we mean to destroy. What a useful friend he could be. I will court the Blackstones quietly, and set them against the prince and his Luna both, and so I will eat away at Evander's foundations from under, stone by stone, until the great war god stands on nothing at all." She rose, smoothing her skirts, the gracious Grand Princess mask sliding back over her face. "Bury your wife," she said softly, at the door. "Marry that fortune. Leave the

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

Who privately paid to upgrade the warriors’ barracks and pulled struggling families out of poverty? I swallowed hard. I did those things for the pack. And you think they happened by magic? Bane demanded. You used your royal lineage, your private fortune, and your diplomatic influence as a princess to elevate Shadowveil. You gave them a golden age, Nina. And now they expect you to walk away as if you contributed nothing. “Luna?” Clara’s soft voice broke through the internal dialogue. She was watching me carefully. “Are you all right?” “I’m fine,” I whispered.

Walden Scott had always thought that his relationship of six years and his friend of ten years would never betray him. That was until his best friend, Alan Jensen, had a one-night stand and ended up with a baby at his front door. Walden could not bear to see Alan bringing up a baby on his own, so he hired a nanny for Alan and visited the hospital often to help Alan take care of it, even if it meant spending sleepless nights tending to the baby. He even postponed his civil wedding with his fiancée, Rose Sinclair, several times because of Alan. However, the truth was revealed during the baby's welcome party. The baby's real mother was actually Rose, who had just returned from overseas. T

I was in the living room, handling some work, and casually asked the smart assistant to play some music. "Alexa, play some jazz." "Sure. By the way, just a reminder—four days from now, at ten in the morning, you're scheduled to accompany Sienna to her prenatal checkup." My hand froze midair. My name is Victoria. And I'm not pregnant. Jonathan was walking out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He saw the look on my face and pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I casually darkened my phone screen and smiled. "Nothing. Just a little tired." Jonathan kissed my forehead, his eyes tender and full of love. "Go get some sleep. Don't miss your birthday party tomorrow—you're the s

For the first time, he understood the full, devastating cost of the path he had chosen. He hadn't been weak. He had merely left part of himself undeveloped. The chamber blurred. Footsteps approached, unhurried and terribly familiar. Aldric. Caspian tried to lift his head, but his strength was completely gone. Somewhere beneath the blinding pain, beneath the shock of betrayal, a stubborn part of him still searched for an explanation. He wanted to believe there had been some mistake—that the boy who had once clung to his hand would look at him and remember.

Her tone is flat, and unlike her. I raise my eyebrows at her, and give a small, soft laugh. “Okay, Val.” “I mean it.” “If you say so.” “Anton, those are my conditions to yours,” She clarified. This got my full attention. “Are you serious?” “You give me what I asked for, I will do what you asked in return. If you ever let another woman touch you, I will kill her,” Val reiterates. “All or nothing. I will not and cannot live through another betrayal by a man.”

For what felt like an eternity, Kiara Astesson Hyperion stood motionless before the mirror. The reflection staring back at her was not the broken woman who had accepted death beneath the ruins of a burning church. It was the face of a sixteen-year-old princess. Smooth skin. Bright crimson eyes. Long raven-black hair cascading down her back. No scars. No chains. No loneliness. Her trembling hand slowly rose to touch her own cheek. Warm. Alive. "...I really came back."