The Betrayed Princess Rising Novels & Stories

They had always known. Arla-Rosa Hernandez was no charlatan. Her brilliance was not a whisper in the dark. It was a torch, now visible from every kingdom, capital, and crumbling facade of the lies others had built. And so, the world waited. Divided. Anxious. Desperate. Would she rise again… or be crushed by the weight of a throne no one meant to give her? The game had changed. Now, even kings would hold their breath.

Lola hated this tactic, it felt cheap and made her feel a little vulnerable. She was the princess of Sinaloa for crying out loud, not some woman who used her body for leverage. But then again, she wasn’t a princess anymore. She was a captive, fighting for her life, for her father’s honor, for a vengeance that now included a snake and a crow. And Ramón, the devil himself, was her most dangerous, infuriating, and perhaps, only ally. She could be his game. She could play his puzzle. And maybe, just maybe, she could win.

Her eyes, the color of dawn, blinked open. “With friends,” Valia said gently, trying not to startle her. The Princess looked past her to Fremilde’s fallen body, to the ruin of her once-loyal Siren. “She… she betrayed us?” she spoke lightly, her voice quivering, yet beneath the tremor lingered the steel of authority. Ligon nodded grimly. “She was a basilisk, I don't know if you knew of that." Ambell pressed a trembling hand to her heart. “We knew of her blood,” the Princess said, voice soft with ache, “but she was kin to us still. None of us foresaw the ache beneath her smile. I blame my inattention to my subjects. ”

Everything would happen again if she allowed it, the banquet, the fall, the dungeon. But not this time. She would learn their lies, one by one. She would build her strength quietly, in the shadows, until the day came when the entire kingdom would bow before the silver-haired woman they once condemned. For now, she smiled. “Shall we prepare for tonight?” Elysia beamed, unaware of the storm she had just awakened. “Of course, sister. It will be perfect.” “Yes,” Seraphina murmured. “It will.” Outside, the morning bells rang, bright and harmless. Inside her chest, the mark on her palm burned like a promise.

“That’s a really pathetic lie, Giselle. If I didn't love him, I never would've married him. I loved him. He betrayed my trust by having an affair with you despite all I did to keep him. And let's not talk about how he's preparing divorce papers just a few days after I gave him my inheritance as heiress of the Malcolm group.” The crowd gasped. Everyone was beginning to bring out their phones and cameras. Cameras pointed at me. I glanced right at them then to Carson. He stared at me with disgust. “Yes you did give me the inheritance, Giselle but did you ever love me? You betrayed my love, trust by cheating on me. Yes, I said it. Here's an image of you.” He asked the technicians to cast his pho

Shit? What are you becoming, Normani? I thought bitterly. A strange man, a man I know nothing about, and yet I gave myself to him as if I had known him for years, as if he were safe. But I am the Princess of Scotland. My name alone makes armies bow their heads. How could I make myself so available to a man? The same gender who had betrayed me? Now, no more letting anyone past my walls just so they can crush me from the inside. I have no time for romance, no space in my heart for weakness. I was here for revenge, and when that was done, I would take my place on the throne.

I had heard Lucerion voice his own doubts about how the court would react to a woman merely raised among wolves, let alone one who was a wolf herself. If they discovered the truth, everything I had built for Aida, this beautiful room, this soft bed, this fragile new peace, would collapse in an instant. And it would not simply be my safety at risk. Aida had wrapped herself around both their hearts with a speed that still astonished me, but affection, I had learned the hard way, could curdle into something far uglier once betrayal entered the picture. If Zirael felt deceived, if he decided the lie I had told him mattered more than the person I actually was, I did not know what might happen to

After Winona and Hudson were sent back to the country, they were quickly brought to justice. Winona had built a reputation as a prominent woman, yet behind that reputation was a long trail of illegal acts, including bribing judges, shielding criminals, tampering with evidence, and sabotaging her competitors. In the end, she was sentenced to 15 years in prison. The irony was that many of the people she would encounter behind bars were individuals she had personally helped send to prison. That reality might have been harder to endure than the prison sentence itself.

Then: “A shell company tied to a man named Victor Hale.” The name hit like a punch to the gut. Victor Hale. The man who once offered me protection when I was nobody. The man who smiled while warning me that success had a price. The man who disappeared right around the time Sophia vanished. And the man who was very much alive. I closed my eyes slowly. It wasn’t betrayal. It was a setup. I had built my empire on the belief that she abandoned me. On the fire of hatred and revenge. On the promise that I would never be weak enough to love her again.

One threw up in a bush. A few of stronger stuff stepped forward. They looked around, and then at Grayson. “My prince… did you do all this?” asked one, a bolder member of court. “Could you have recovered in such time?” “Some of these kills would have required such strength…” “It wasn’t my prince,” Prime Beta said. “Most of these kills are mine. The prince detected his mate in danger through the bond and pushed his body hard. Fortunately, I saw his reaction and followed. I was able to fight the lot while he protected the Luna Princess.”