Traitor Piano Chords Novels & Stories

For example, today he asked her for help. “Agnes, can you help me overthrow my brother? Approach him and let his guard down.” Louis said with a smile. His usual overbearing face was replaced by a fake pitiful expression. He suddenly raised his hand to straighten the tangled strands of hair in front of her. Agnes frowned but didn't dodge. She was still surprised by his words: “What do you mean?”

His eyes gleamed with malice as he lowered his voice, "All you need is the condom he used with his girlfriend. Take it and do IVF with his sperm. I'll help you with the rest. "You can make use of the fact that the baby was born out of wedlock to get your hands on the inheritance rights. After all, you'd be the mother of the Mortis family's heir." Francesca had a greedy look on her face as she listened to James' plan. Then, she nodded and said, "We'll do it your way." I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched this unfold, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I finally understood how that child came to be in my previous life.

His bandaged hand was hovering over the strings, trembling with a violence that made my own heart ache. I didn't speak. I didn't want to break the spell. This was the reality Lila claimed I couldn't understand. Kai took a breath, his shoulders hunching, and tried to form a C-major chord. I watched the tendons in his forearm cord and twist. He pressed down, his knuckles turning white, and plucked the strings. The sound was muted, a dull thud instead of a ring. He swore under his breath, a dark, guttural sound, and tried again. Thud. Thud.

The room feels impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sofia glances at me, her eyes wide, pleading. She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I swear she’s about to break down. “The traitor,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “is someone close to Marco. Someone he’s trusted for years.”

I'll get the money from the family account. [Why did you revoke our privileges? Are you seriously cutting us off right before Nel leaves the country? Why are you being so petty?] [Look, I know you're jealous of how much special treatment we give Nel, but she earned it with her kindness. You have no reason to target her!] [Alright, let's get straight to the point. If you're willing to give Nel two million dollars and cover her future expenses, I'm willing to stay with you forever. That's a good deal, right?]

"Feeling like I'm Breathing my last Breath. (He paused and played the piano) Feeling like I'm walking My last Steps. (He paused and played the piano🎹) Look at all Of this tears I've wept. (He paused, played the piano again, then heaved deeply) Look at all The promises That I've kept. (He paused, played the piano with force this time, which made the tunes higher) I put my heart Into your hands Here's my soul

My fingers tightening around the edges. “Not a victim.” A pause. Then…. “A traitor.”

Beck had known me for ten years. He understood better than anyone how deeply I hated betrayal. Tears instantly filled his eyes. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees before me. He took my hand and pressed it against his cheek. "Maren, I lost my way for a moment. You can yell at me, hit me—do whatever you need—but please believe me when I say you're the only one I've ever truly loved…" When I remained silent, he swallowed his pain and started slapping himself repeatedly. His face soon became swollen and bruised.

This was high-pitched and ear-shattering. “You….you are a traitor of your kind. I should have killed both of you when I had the chance-" she was cut off when Kael pierced the other knife on her body again. Their eyes both burned in anger and hatred. A flashback of how my mother stabbed my father filled my sight. The melodies rung on my ear, forcing me to shout to ease the pain. The waves came to me, I tried to go back at the shore until everything shut and fell silent. Finally.

“I gave them breadcrumbs, lies—trying to buy time. I never thought they’d actually find her!” The chair scraped against the floor as he shoved it back, breathing fast. “You don’t get it,” he said, shaking his head. “I was playing both sides to survive. I wasn’t loyal to Donga. I was trying to outmaneuver him.” Daniel stepped forward, voice like stone. “And look where that got her.” Victor turned to him, fists clenched. “I didn’t want this. You think I’m proud of how this played out?” “No,” I said, pushing off the table. “But intentions don’t matter much when the result is the same.”