When Love Betrays Novels & Stories

My body still recognizes his voice, his cologne, his damnable eyes that once promised me everything. I still dream of the way he used to touch me, soft as if I might break, fierce as if he couldn’t get close enough. But love… love is useless when it’s built on betrayal. Love without loyalty is a weapon, and Elliott wielded it against me the day he chose to believe lies instead of the man he swore he loved. That part of me, the part that wanted him, that burned for him… I would strangle it before I ever let it weaken me again. He chose Cecilia.

Completely ignoring the fact that Alpha Ares cheated on me, openly and shamelessly. “Luna Ira, how are you holding up?” Beta Ceryn appears beside me, she has refused to take part in this celebration, since it disrespects me. Though, I am expected to celebrate my husband’s betrayal with a big smile and the personality of a fool. My eyes burn with tears and I blink a few times to stop myself from crying. I won’t cry, not again. Sighing, I answered her, “What do you think, Ceryn?”

Warmth was just the prelude to a trap. He had tried to escape it once. He had tried to love someone honestly. A girl with soft eyes and a laugh like water. She’d been his only clean thing. Then the betrayal came: the way her hand held another’s, her signature on papers that gave away everything he’d built. That day he’d learned his last lesson: love was power, and whoever didn’t hold the power would be crushed by it.

She continued still looking at her phone. The girl called Zainab looked hurt “How heartless you are” she said weakly when she finally could speak. Risha raised her head slowly to stare at the girl “maybe I am heartless, but it doesn’t mean I am wrong, you all want people to pat you on the shoulder and tell you what you want to hear. Well girl, that won’t help you much, what you need to hear is the truth and the facts on ground.” Risha continued, pinning the girl with her sharp daring gaze. “this so-called guy of yours doesn’t love you, when you claim to love something, you value it above all else, how could you even still call him your fiancé if he treats you like you say he does? Guys behav

I imagined how mad Yvette must have been at me. My vision began to blurry. H began to walk around again. His footsteps heard and echoed as his gigantic feet and boots landed on the ground. I was sweating profusely. " He will still get a befitting send-off despite the betrayal. I'm a man who keeps all of my words ", he said in a husky voice. " Betrayal comes from the closest to us. Even love is not enough to avoid it once one has made up their mind to do it ", he said in disarray.

They remained oblivious to my departure until I heard my name, "Helen." The mention of my name halted me in my tracks. The stool I had accidentally bumped must have jolted them from their romantic cocoon. I stopped, unable to bring myself to face them again. The emotions surged within me, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I bit my lips so hard they bled, determined not to break down. Swiftly, I fled the office, propelled by the sting of betrayal and heartbreak.

In her, I found a connection that transcended the boundaries of my design. As I teeter between duty and desire, the pull of loyalty battled against the yearnings of my heart. The woman I loved was ensnared in the clutches of Alpha Trayton’s nefarious designs, a pawn in a game that demanded her sacrifice for his ambitions. In her vulnerability, I saw a reflection of my own shackles, the chains of my existence that I longed to shatter. Betrayal was an unthinkable act—an upheaval of the carefully constructed foundation upon which I had built my life. And yet, the tendrils of love, an emotion I had been shielded from, twined around my resolve, demanding my allegiance to Eloise over the allegianc

Those eyes that stared at her with so much love now expressed nothing other than hatred and anger. She felt like tearing out. She was tempted to release it. She had betrayed her lover. The only man that makes her feel what no one has ever made her feel. The one that gave her the most memorable definition of love. At this point she regretted alot and indeed she could say that she was a traitor to the love they shared. This was a love she had been yearning for all this years, and when she finally got it, all she could do was to let it go.

I hate myself for it, but I can't stop. The words I love him hit him with a different kind of force. It wasn't a clean, simple betrayal. It was a messy, ugly, possessive kind of love. A love that stalked, that calculated, that saw his trauma as a chance to get what it wanted. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever read.

But I’m still forcing myself not to believe it. I trust him so much. I gave him everything: my time, love, and care. I even stopped pursuing my dream just to be with him. Love is cruel, and love is very painful. And I know, at this moment, our love is slowly fading. My hands are trembling. I don’t know what to feel anymore. Angry, sorrow, disappointment, it’s all mixed. I hurriedly left the hospital. I want to see for myself, with my own eyes, how he betrayed me.