Novel & Cerita The Price Of Betrayal

She murmured, “You clearly only want me, so why are you still getting married? Or do you just like this feeling of having to marry someone else while being unable to stop having sex with me?” Her words did nothing to faze me. Instead, it was Leonardo who paused for a moment. I looked away without the slightest ripple of emotion, got into my car, and drove to the Vittorio family’s estate. When I arrived, I found that Leonardo had arrived at the same time. Seeing the Rolex bag in my hand, he smiled slightly in a self-assured manner. In his mind, I was still under his control. “You even got me a watch from my favorite brand? Let me see.”

she said, her voice soft, "she doesn't deserve this kind of betrayal. Are you sure about this? For her parents' sake? She's going to get hurt. Even you don't know what their parents did in the past." Nate gently removed her hand, arched his eyebrows in mild disbelief, "Tori... What the hell gotten into you? She deserved her parent's money, their wealth but not their karma..." a cruel smirk appeared, " Look.... I know you like her because she is broke, but I just came for my mission." he said, unlocked the car and stepped outside as he adjusted his shirt and took a rose bouquet from the back seat.

Cause that’s all a vulnerable woman like me could do. The bed creaked beneath us, but it wasn’t enough. His rage spilled out. We crashed onto the floor, then the couch, until I was pressed against the cold glass of the window. My skin seared from the icy touch of the pane. Yet he only pressed harder. Pain is the price of betrayal, they say. And I was paying in full. There was no escape. His punishment was for both of us. Every thrust, every bruise—his wrath, his desire.

How could you betray us like this? Shirley lowered her head and looked like she wanted to disappear on the spot. "Just yesterday Keith told me you were someone trustworthy. He insisted he was going to marry you. How could you do this to him? "Please never come to our house again. And stay away from Keith from now on!" By the time Shirley was taken away by the police, her face had gone pale. Right before leaving, she finally dropped the act and glared at me viciously. 'Keith, just wait. I'll make your life a living hell!'

I looked down at the Patek Philippe on my wrist; forty thousand dollars suddenly felt like thirty pieces of silver. The price of betraying yourself, I was learning, couldn't be measured in money. It was measured in the things you gave up that you could never get back.

Draco said softly, dangerously, “do you want in return? Because a woman like you doesn’t betray her mate for free. Even you wouldn’t dare. So tell me, kitten… what’s the price of this betrayal?” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light of her room. “I want nothing,” she purred. “Nothing… except to stand by your side when you take it all. Alpha and Luna… Together, just as it always should have been.” Draco’s laugh this time was quieter and darker, but undeniably thrilled. “You wicked, wicked woman. Gods, I could kiss you through this line. Damon’s own Luna, offering me his throne on a platter of gold? That’s the filthiest betrayal I’ve ever heard. I think I’m getting hard just by listening to it.”

“Don’t hurt my children. I’ll pay you back. I swear I will. Just give me a little more time…” “Time?” Ronaldo’s voice cut in immediately; it was smooth and mocking. “You think time erases betrayal, Sebasto? This is the price you will pay for betraying me; you were my most loyal friend. And you dare to cheat me? No one walks free from me without paying their debt. You know the rules.”

“He had it all planned out. Even Alexandra's betrayal.” “Not a betrayal,” Alexandra shook her head. “But learning. Papa always said the best way to teach chess is to let your opponent think they're winning.” “So all this is... just a lesson?” Vic crumpled the envelope in his hand. “Not entirely.” Alexandra pulled out her Vertu phone, showing a financial article. “Look at the publication date of the Red Lotus document I transferred to your system.” Vic read the date on the screen: November 15, 2010. “The day Willem Visser died.”

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ The problem with betrayal was that it never started loudly. People liked to imagine betrayal as something dramatic, something obvious, a knife on a table, a confession, a gunshot in the dark. But real betrayal? Real betrayal was subtle as fuck. It hit itself inside patterns, inside time in, inside information moving a little too fast and the wrong direction.

“She was my fiance. I trusted her.” “And you betrayed her,” Victor said bluntly. Ethan shot to his feet. “I did what I had to do.” Victor did not argue. “Then do what you have to do now.” Ethan turned away, staring at the bookshelf. His reflection stared back at him from the glass. A man he barely recognized. “I will not lose everything,” Ethan said slowly. “I did not crawl out of nothing to end up like this.” Victor watched him closely. “What are you thinking?”