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The bitterness seeps into my words, reflecting the deep hurt and betrayal I feel. I chugged the bottle of alcohol I'd ordered, each gulp burning down my throat as if it were the last time I'd ever drink. I couldn't wrap my head around why Isobel would so easily shatter my trust. The question gnawed at my heart, leaving me with no answers, only the raw pain of betrayal. There was a void inside me, a vast emptiness that caused me unbearable suffering.

He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

The word twisted, mocking me, a searing brand of betrayal. My hands trembled as I tore through the room, the force of my anger leaving chaos in its wake. Clothes were yanked from drawers and flung into a suitcase, my movements wild and uncoordinated. My vision blurred—not with tears but with fury. How could he? After everything I had done, every sacrifice, every sleepless night spent plotting to secure him—us!

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

"So I'm not just your fuck buddy?" "No." He said vehemently. "Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me. But, don't fucking love me. Otherwise, you'd consume me. More than you already do. Until there's nothing left of me without you. I've been telling myself this for days. It doesn't matter now. You're mine and I want you so much. Back at the Bratva, I closed off my emotions. It was the only way to survive. But, seeing you always increases my emotions tenfold. I'm not blaming what I went through for my actions. I'll make it up to you, but you're staying with me." He squeezed my thigh and I was pretty sure my panties were soaked.

Alpha King Betrayal has taste. Hard-to-chew, fermented justification. All for the name of love. All for the name of sanity and denying the treacherous act. It doesn’t numb the tongue. Nor the body. It does more than that. Enough dosage of betrayal numbs the heart and mind from functioning its liberty to choose what its morale. What is rational. I felt so betrayed. Never felt so betrayed in my whole life until now. Until I saw what was marked over her delicate skin.

He didn’t trust himself to be near Mason. Not when every instinct screamed to turn back, to tear open the door, to pull Claire into his arms and demand the truth—with hands trembling from something far more dangerous than anger. What the hell was wrong with him? Was this what betrayal felt like? Not fire— but drowning? --- Claire kept crawling. The tunnel twisted and narrowed, the walls scraping at her like jagged teeth. The darkness pressed in, thick and suffocating, whispering terrible things in her ears. Her arms ached.

I tilt my head towards him again with my watery eyes indicating him to stop all this shaking my head very slightly,his face held no emotions. He is just staring at me blankly while replying "you should have thought about the consequences before pulling the stunt" he pull me more into him then continues looking dead in my eyes"you know I can tolerate anything but betrayal and you my darling you did the one thing I hate the most. so be ready to get your reward" I am already terrified and he isn't making anything easy for me. I am literally shaking due to fear of what he has planned for me and I wonder why hasn't anyone came out yet .

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~Roman~ Betrayal. It’s worse than watching your loved one’s casket rolled down six feet under; crueler than taking a bullet for someone you care about; brutal than accepting torture for not singing your enemy’s song. It left a vile taste in my mouth, my insides pleating as I stared into Viviana’s trusting gaze. Her hold on my hand anchored me on earth, preventing me from drifting to hell. I am one fucking second from unleashing my anger into this cruel world.