The Betrayed Princess Rising Novels & Stories

Broken trust was a problem. “This sudden passion of yours could influence your judgments. – The princess pointed to Normani, who denied it seriously and vehemently. “Your protection comes above all else, Your Highness. But I'm not wrong in my judgments, Lauren is only here to study and have her intellectual pleasures, she's not capable of anything bad, not even betrayal to get rid of you, if she wanted to she would have done it yesterday, omitting to tell her help in the meeting room. She had every reason not to bring him back, she was promised to death.

Then came the distant wail of sirens, growing louder by the second. Amelia’s heart stopped. She turned and saw him. Her face went pale, eyes wide with horror. “No… not him! The man I love!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. ⸻ And that’s a wrap, my wonderful readers! 🎉 The Revenge of the Betrayed Bride has taken you on a wild ride of betrayal, revenge, romance, and jaw-dropping cliffhangers. Thank you for reading the story continues in Book Two: The Blood-Stained Vow ~The Return of the Betrayed Heiress.

I walked over and pulled him up from the ground by his collar. "Yes," I said, meeting his eyes. "I've reclaimed who I am. And this time, I'm leaving for good. The one who ruined our relationship wasn't Cassie. It was you. You broke your promise." I had never blamed Cassie. A person who wants to betray you will always find a reason. If not her, there would have been another. Daisy, Anna, whoever. Nigel had always had choices. And this was the one he made. That night at the party, he had known the drink was spiked. Yet he drank it anyway.

“Speak.” The priestess’s voice carried, strong and clear. “The Alpha’s mate shall be his downfall. Beneath the blood moon, she will betray him. One he loves will wear the crown of ruin.” A wave of gasps surged once again, but this time it was louder. My chest constricted. Betray him? Crown of ruin? All eyes cut to me. I would never do such a thing. “No...” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s not... I can’t.... I won’t”

Finding the traitor before they killed again. The problem was, everyone looked guilty when you were searching for guilt. I sat in the command tent, studying the people we'd trusted with our lives. My mental list of suspects grew longer every hour. Luna. My mate, the woman I loved. But her hybrid transformation had changed her in ways we didn't understand. She acted strange sometimes, distant, like she was fighting an internal battle. Could the modifications have included some kind of programming? Some trigger that made her betray us?

A hundred futures, none certain. But then the fire steadied, weaving itself into her very veins. Light burst from her, dazzling, undeniable. Gasps rippled through the hall. Where once she had been hidden, she now stood revealed—Queen Serenya of Dawnspire, crowned in flame. The people fell to their knees. Hope rose like thunder. Yet even in triumph, she felt the shadow. From the far corner of the hall, Thalric Veynor’s banner lay trampled but not destroyed. The Duke was not yet finished. His betrayal would come again, sharper, darker, hungrier than before.

Sienna had been in contact with several publications, shopping her story for the best payment and exposure. "What's the angle?" Margaret asked. "Painting herself as the victim of Isla's vindictive lies," Morrison said. "She's claiming the affair accusations are false. That she's been unfairly vilified by a stepsister who was always jealous of her. That Isla manipulated evidence and witnesses to destroy an innocent family." "That's insane," I said. "We have photos of her and Declan together." "She's claiming those were innocent friendly meetings being misinterpreted," Morrison said. "The interview is scheduled to be published in three days.”

“How dare you! How dare you steal your sister’s man? Prince Kai belongs to Elara! Not you! Never you!” Selene held her stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock. “Mother, please… it wasn’t me. The Moon Goddess chose me as his mate. I didn’t steal anything.” Victoria let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “The Moon Goddess? Don’t you dare speak her name with that filthy mouth of yours!” She grabbed Selene by the arm, nails digging into her skin. “You are nothing but a cursed witch! You must have cast some dark spell on the prince. That’s the only way someone like you could ever get close to him!”

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

"It says that when the last daughter awakens beneath the Blood Moon, the forgotten kingdom will rise again. But there is a price." My heart began beating faster. "What price?" Lucian looked terrified. "To reclaim her throne, the princess must discover the identity of the person who betrayed her family from within." I frowned. "Selene betrayed my family. We already know that." "No, Your Highness. Selene was only one part of the betrayal." I looked at Kael. He seemed equally confused. Lucian continued. "The person who opened the palace gates on the night your parents were murdered was someone your father trusted more than anyone."