روايات وقصص ضمن Twice Betrayed

"How do I trust anyone again?" He looked at me. "You start with me." I looked at him. "Adrian—" "I would never betray you, Scarlett. Never." I pulled him into an embrace. We held each other. The betrayal was uncovered. The traitor was caught. But the damage was done. I was changed. Changed by the betrayal. Changed by the loss. Changed by the pain. But I was still here. Still fighting. Still surviving. Because that was my purpose. That was my destiny.

The bond that once held us together had been irrevocably damaged, leaving us adrift in a sea of doubt. Sarah, burdened by the weight of her betrayal, stood at the center of our fractured group. Her eyes, once filled with determination and resilience, now reflected a profound sadness. She had risked everything for a cause she believed in, only to realize the devastating cost of her actions. The line between love and betrayal had blurred, leaving her torn between the loyalty she once held dear and the path she had chosen.

She frowned because she felt like something was wrong. “I should be the one asking you that kind of question, Marco. Work? With the Bargin? How far are you going to go behind my back?” She shot out question after question while feeling like shooting another arrow. So, that was what she did. She shot another arrow with the farther subject than previously. “Unless-,” “Unless what?” Jilly narrowed her eyes at him, looking at him with a sharp gaze. “You’ve been betraying me.” “Why would I ever betray you, Jilly?” Marco quickly denied her claim.

"You're right, Natalie. I'm sorry." Finally, Azek's eyes met mine, and there was a fixed resolution in them. "We'll find them, Mia. I promise." But the doubt had already begun its creeping process. Reed, one of Azek's closest friends, had betrayed us. Whom else could we trust? Turning to him, I found my voice. "We need to tell Inspector Thompson. Now." Azek nodded and stepped away to make the call. I turned to Natalie, my heart racing with anticipation. "What else did Reed say?" Natalie's eyes clouded and her voice was barely above a whisper. "Just that. It was for the greater good."

“Would you ever have gone back to him?” “NO,” I exclaimed, feeling disgusted by the thought alone. “I’d never let that two-timing---!” “Is what Steel did worse than what he did?” She cut me off--- and mentally, my brain just crashed into a brick wall. Will betrayed me – he betrayed my trust and used me; he cheated on me! Lied to me and manipulated me. Steel betrayed me, but… What was worse? I shook my head…

He glanced back, looking at Nate's side who sat calmly, relaxedly on the chair he is pouring his drink himself and drinking, observing the scenario with cool stratification and a proud smile on his face. Suddenly, realization hit Kim. "It's Nate's backup plan...." he whispered, a stark betrayal etching his features. I didn't betray him; he just used me as a backup plan. He knew about my plan already... why did he double-cross me? A torrent of unanswered questions flooded his mind as he watched Nate’s collected demeanor. At the same time, on the front side of the mall. "Eve..."Aaron voice called out low and laced with guilt, appeared behind Evangeline.

He is aware of what he’s doing to me. “Speak, Alpha,” I try to hide my fear. “The second betrayal I got was also from a beautiful woman. My fated mate. She was my second Luna. Hers wasn't as intense as that of my Mother. But that doesn't change the fact that she betrayed me.” “How?”

I was thirty-two, single, possibly infertile, and completely alone in a city that suddenly felt hostile. "Sure. Yeah. Two o'clock." She gave me the address. I hung up and started walking. The thing about betrayal is that it doesn't just break your heart. It breaks your ability to trust your own judgment. I'd spent three years in the wilderness, confident that my life back home was stable. I'd believed Marcus when he said he missed me. I'd trusted Lena with my relationship. I'd been so completely, catastrophically wrong about everything that mattered. And now my body was betraying me too. Because apparently, the universe had decided I needed to lose everything all at once.

The second trial made me bleed. They called it the Shattering: a mirror spun of blood and memory. It showed me my greatest betrayal—but this time, it was me, standing over Leofric’s body, knife in hand, eyes blank. I screamed, begged the vision to end. But it wouldn't stop until I admitted what I feared most. That I might betray him again. Even now, I could feel the poison of that doubt threading through my veins like a second curse. But it was this third trial that nearly unmade me.

Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his.