Their Betrayal, Mogul's Obsession Novels & Stories

“Then let’s live it. I don’t know what the future holds, Jane. Maybe we fall apart. Maybe we figure it out. But right now, my grandfather’s condition is real, and so is this strange… thing between us.” She looked away, her heart pounding. What had started as a plan to gain power back from the people who betrayed her… had become something far more complicated. Greg didn’t try to touch her. He didn’t plead. He just said one final thing before walking toward the door. “Think about it. Not for my grandfather. Not for the money. But for us. If there's even a chance that this could be something real... think about it.” The air in the penthouse turned icy, despite the warm glow of the chandelier ab

Her heartbeat caught against her ribs. He didn’t pace, didn’t dramatize—he spoke like the truth was a contract already signed. Magnolia’s name was a thread that wove through his sentences, but not the way Savannah had feared. He painted her not as a lover, nor merely as a victim, but as something far more complicated—an obligation steeped in blood and betrayal. “Obligation,” Savannah repeated, tasting the word like it was poisoned. “That’s what you call it?” “That’s what it is.”

I told Aria immediately. The counselor looked at me seriously, and at that moment, Axel let go of the redhead. He approached me carefully, and I could notice his puzzled expression, but I ignored him. “Selene, I'm sorry,” he said. “Don't be sorry; you had this planned. You had the time to get your mistress pregnant so you could convince the entire council to have this meeting without me,” he said earnestly. “You betrayed me, your Moon, your mate, the woman you shared five years of your life with and who gave everything to help you restructure Crescent after the war. I couldn't go on with you in any way.”

My child was gone. He had been laughing happily in my arms just that morning. I fought the rogues desperately. I tore apart the rogue who killed my baby, but there were too many of them, and I started losing ground. My child was dead, and I did not want to live anymore. I laid down and stopped resisting. Just when the darkness was about to swallow me whole, a wolf's howl pierced the night. Violette was battling the rogues alone, trying to get me out.

Now, he felt like a guard on the walls of a city under siege, gazing at the enemy's campfires shining in the night, with the knowledge that the gates were breaking. This balcony had witnessed his highest triumphs. Here, champagne held high, Joe by his side, he had raised a glass to the Dubai deal. The skyscrapers of the city had shone like a diamond necklace unfolded at his feet, reward for his ambition. He had been unstoppable, heir to a kingdom from Texas to Moscow, his fate an assured climb into the firmament of legend. Now that same view looked predatory. Those lights weren't festive-looking; they were the cold, unblinking gaze of a city hungry to devour him. Every little speck of light

“I guess betrayal has that effect, doesn’t it?” Marcello tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. He knew there was no talking his way out of this. He had betrayed the family, and now, he had to face the consequences. “I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me, Marcello,” Nikolia cut him off sharply, his gaze piercing. “You sold us out to the Montellis. You sold *our family* out to those bastards. After everything, after all these years, this is how you repay the Sullivans? You’re nothing but a snake.”

Diego, ever defiant, spat venomous threats as he was taken away in handcuffs. The betrayal didn’t just hurt; it humiliated him. Gabriel had built an empire on calculated decisions and careful planning, but this—falling for a manipulative woman—exposed his vulnerability for everyone to see. The media pounced on the story. Articles painted him as a naive billionaire, duped by a cunning woman. His grandmother, who had once adored Antonia, looked at him now with pity rather than pride.

“Don’t let your guard down, Catherine. Arsila and the Hart family are the true villains. They didn’t just betray you; they also betrayed the trust of hundreds of people who lost their jobs like Erkana.” “You need to know why Erkana is lying in the hospital... it’s all related to these documents. Erkana was under pressure for months; he fell ill, while his daughter didn’t care about him at all. I’m the only one left... the only person who hid and kept their filth, making the traitors live in fear until now.” Catherine’s body tensed up; a fact and the most powerful weapon to bring down Gistara were now in her hands. Aurora was like an angel sent by God to answer all her anxieties over the past

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m the cook, after all. Who better to poison you?” My jaw clenched, and he got the cue that now wasn't a time for jokes. He chuckled. “Relax, I don't know the mole, But I’ll tell you this, the mole? He’ll be the one you least expect. That’s how betrayal works.” His words cut deeper than I wanted them to. I stared at him across the table, unable to look away. There was no fear in his eyes, no hesitation. Just fire. For a fleeting second, I imagined reaching across the table, shutting him up with my mouth on his. The thought twisted my gut with a hunger I had buried for years. No one could ever know. Not in this mansion. Not in my world.

I remained quiet, listening. “There's only one problem,” she continued. “The dealer already has several people interested. He wants to finalize it quickly.” I gripped my phone tighter. “Mia, I don't have much time right now. I need to handle something important here.” She went quiet for a moment. “Bella, are you sure? You haven't even seen it yourself.” “I trust your judgment. If you think it's a good place, then please help me finalize it.” “Are you sure?”