The Grand Betrayal Novels & Stories

Back in my room, I idly scrolled through videos on my phone—a pastime I'd grown fond of lately, having familiarized myself with most of the phone's functions. That's when I stumbled upon something infuriating: a promotional video for Megan's gambling parlor. The clip praised her diligence in running the business and managing it to great success. The comments beneath were brimming with admiration for her, even lauding the so-called "handsome boss." It was high time the world saw her for what she truly was. I compiled a public notice—a bold broadside filled with evidence of Megan's extramarital affairs. It exposed the so-called "handsome boss" for what he really was: a two-bit homewrecker.

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

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Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

He pressed his chest flush against my back, fervent heat burning silence between us. Slowly descending his hands upon my shoulders, fiery fingertips scorching my skin through the mesh. His eyes were pitch-black, a vortex of possession and malevolence. “Yes, I do.” He answered with a honeyed voice. “I wanted to match you – because you’re the only one I’ll ever want.” Acid churned in my stomach, guilt torturing my soul in its vice grip. I have committed the ultimate betrayal, more painful than a sword through the heart. Lazarus will never forgive me for joining The Rebel’s Creed who were actively trying to destroy him.

The subordinate knelt down, trembling, and said, "I've identified the mole. He seems to be working for the Wiseman family." "You're a bunch of worthless trash! How could you let a mole slip in? How could you let a mole infiltrate our syndicate? Huh?!" "According to our investigation, the mole isn't a newcomer but a traitor who was bought off by the Wiseman family." The subordinate bowed his head. Betrayal was a huge taboo in their business. Demar, consumed by rage, fired his gun. The subordinate was so frightened he nearly wet himself. … The sound of gunshot startled the birds into flight.

“The Diamond Club.” He lifts one hand slightly. Dismissing the gratitude before it can fully form. “Gerald Cole betrayed me,” he says simply. “I don’t forgive betrayal. I never have.” He picks up his glass. “I would have removed him eventually regardless of your involvement. You simply gave me a reason to move the timeline.” “He’ll be buried,” I say. “Completely.” He says it the way other men say good morning. A fact requiring no emphasis. “What else did you come here for.”

But what truly stunned Jace and Marvin was the identity of the mastermind behind this betrayal—it was none other than Granpa Liam Sullivan himself. Grandpa Liam had been manipulating events from behind the scenes, pulling the strings to orchestrate the downfall of his own family in a bid to consolidate power and wealth for himself. His cunning machinations had sown seeds of discord and mistrust, pitting brother against sister, father against son, and tearing apart the fabric of the Sullivan-Lewis legacy. The revelation sent shockwaves through the mansion, as Jace and Marvin grappled with the bitter truth of their beloved grandfather's betrayal. They now faced not only external threats from A

"Just make sure there is a tomorrow to worry about." "Three days, Beta. Mark your calendar. By week's end, your problem will be food for the ravens, and Alpha Darius will have some very uncomfortable questions to answer." As I prepared to resume my pretentious act of being the loyal brother and devoted Beta, one thought echoed through my mind with crystal clarity: Sometimes the greatest act of loyalty is betraying everyone who trusts you to keep them from learning a truth that would destroy them all. The conspiracy that had started sixteen years ago would finally end, just not in the way anyone expected.

“Matteo, look at this date. This is the exact week my father’s shipping company collapsed.” Matteo read the entry carefully, his expression darkening as understanding settled fully across his features. “My grandfather did not simply allow your father’s company to fail,” he said quietly. “He orchestrated it, Isabella, in direct partnership with Vittorio, in exchange for controlling interest in three shipping routes your father’s company had previously dominated.” The betrayal, though decades old, still landed with fresh, sharp pain. “Thirty years,” I said softly. “Our families have been trapped inside consequences neither of us created, built entirely from a conspiracy our own grandfathers de