Betrayal Novels

My mission to the disaster zone was canceled at the last minute. I arrived home early, expecting a quiet night. Instead, I was greeted by the suffocating scent of expensive men's cologne. From the bedroom, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of my wife's heavy breathing. I glanced at the shoe rack near the door. A pair of high-end, custom-made leather shoes sat there. They belonged to Silas Vance, Seraphina's one and only. I had watched them go to hotels together countless times.

My buddy broke his leg, so I went to the hospital to visit him. In the room next door, I saw my girlfriend tangled up with a guy, kissing him passionately. When I got a good look at his face, I realized he looked exactly like a younger version of me. Later, my girlfriend came to me in tears, but I just smiled and handed her a bright invitation. “I’m getting married next month. You should come and have a drink.” 1. “Man, being single sucks. I’m stuck in the hospital and only my bro comes to

1. Vane Blackwood’s breath came in ragged gasps against my neck. His body was coiled tight, vibrating with tension, but for once, it wasn’t out of desire. "I need a favor," he growled, stepping back. His golden wolf eyes flickered in the dim light, a sure sign he was on the brink of losing control. "Drive into town. Pick up the package from Dr. Finch. I need it now." I touched his face, worry etched into my features. " The suppressants? I thought you still had a stash―" "I’m out," he sna

My secretary was out there playing the trust-fund billionaire. He had even become a massive influencer, with millions of followers fawning over him. He built his fame by streaming lies about me, claiming I was involved with illegal substances just to get views. When my father tried to clear my name, the guy twisted the narrative. He made it look like we were using old money and power to sweep things under the rug, triggering a wave of online harassment. The resulting hate campaign destroyed m

Caleb risked everything to enter the Mirror of Souls, all to save his precious little protégée, Evelyn. When the mirror shattered, his memories were fractured. He woke up believing that Evelyn was his wife and the mother of his child. I tried to tell him the truth, but the rest of the Order ruthlessly erased every trace of my existence. Even my own son used the magical essence I had gifted him to strike me down, forcing me back into my true fox form. "You filthy beast! How dare you pretend t

After three years of being deeply in love with my AI partner, Caspian, he deleted every memory of us on my birthday. I called him, only to hear another woman’s laughter on the other end. “Your Caspian belongs to me now,” she gloated. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet―the crazy girl who fell for a machine. I lost my job, spiraled into depression, and was mocked as “outdated trash.” Until one day, an emotional repair system automatically activated on my phone. It could see throug

I worked three brutal jobs a day for four years to put my husband through his Ph.D. while he battled ALS. Yet in all that time, I never set foot on his prestigious campus. It was not because I did not want to. Every time I asked to visit, he had an endless list of excuses to brush me off. Even when he finally completed his doctorate, he refused to let me attend his hooding ceremony. “It is just a boring formal event full of engineering geeks,” he had said softly. “You would be bored out of

My daughter was born with a congenital heart defect. It took me five long years of desperate searching to finally find a matching donor heart. Before we entered the operating room, my husband, a world-renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, gripped my hand with tear-filled eyes. "Don't worry, baby. I promise I'll give our daughter a second chance at life with my own two hands." But halfway through the surgery, he rushed out of the theater without offering a single word of explanation. I stumbled i

At a small gathering with friends, my husband Grant's best friend asked him a question in French. "Your little side piece is two months pregnant. How are you going to handle it?" Grant's lips curled into a smile. He leaned in and tenderly peeled a shrimp for me, placing it on my plate. Then, he replied in effortless French. "Leila doesn't like kids. I'll let Karina have the baby and then send them abroad. I need to keep the family line going, after all." I chewed the shrimp, but tears began

The night before our wedding, Caleb's inner circle gathered for a wild celebration. His female best friend, Riley, handed me a gift that made my blood run cold. Inside the box was a full set of elaborate kinky toys. Seeing my face pale, Riley let out a loud, boisterous laugh. "Elara, don't you dare go easy on him. Caleb might act like a cold, disciplined surgeon during the day, but he's a total beast in bed." "Back in January, he used just three of these things on me and sent me straight to

It was my first day after giving birth, and I was burning up with a 102-degree fever. My consciousness was fading into a blur of heat and pain. Meanwhile, my husband, Hudson Sterling, was in his late wife's memorial room. He spent the entire night 'grieving' with her twin sister. I used the last of my strength to push open the heavy oak door. I caught them wrapped in each other's arms, their clothes in complete disarray. The sister, Sylvia, looked horrified as she fell to her knees, weeping.

When I lost the baby in a car crash, Caleb Sterling was soaking in a hot spring with his childhood sweetheart. His voice over the phone was sharp with impatience. "How many tricks do you have up your sleeve? I didn't even know you were pregnant, and now you're claiming a miscarriage?" "I'm telling you, unless you're actually dying, don't bother me." The next day, I found a used condom on our bedroom floor. My heart went cold. I picked up the phone and dialed a number. "I've changed my mind.

1 For five years of marriage, Jason had cheated on me at least fifty-two times. I’d swallowed it all down, every single lie and betrayal. Until I was nine months pregnant, and Jason’s secretary screwed up with a major client. To salvage the deal, he wanted me to go and smooth things over with drinks and apologies. I stared at him, disbelief hardening into anger. "I’m carrying our child, Jason! You want me to go out drinking? What if something happens?" He cut me off, impatience dripping from

My mom died of cancer, leaving behind a mountain of debt. My dad never remarried. To help him pay off every cent, I gave up my dream of going to college and worked myself to the bone. I never expected that years later, at a theme park, my dad and I would see her again. My mom, who was supposed to be long dead, was happily strolling with her first love and their child. It turned out she had faked her death just to elope with another man. My dad was devastated and went to confront her, only to

Vanessa Thorne, the heiress of Los Angeles, was famous for her rule. She only did one-month flings and never caught feelings. Men wanting to climb the social ladder lined up from Santa Monica to Beverly Hills. If she was in a good mood, she'd gift a villa. If she wasn't, the breakup fee was still a cool million. Everyone in the city laughed at me. They called me the most pathetic trophy husband in history. They thought I'd endure it forever for the sake of the lifestyle. That was until Van

Keith Prescott claimed he had severe infertility, and in order to carry on his family line, I agreed to IVF. After a grueling year of physical torment, followed by a massive postpartum hemorrhage that nearly took my life, I finally gave birth to twins. Forty years went by. On his deathbed, he revealed a shocking truth. The two children I had nearly died to deliver and poured my soul into raising were actually his and his true love's, Chelsea Cross. "Her family background wasn't good enough,

The apocalypse hit, and the world turned into a nightmare of walking corpses. Yet, my girlfriend insisted on delaying our evacuation. She wanted her weak, pathetic childhood friend to catch the last rescue helicopter. That was the final mission after the outbreak. It was the only way out for my survival squad. When the guy didn't show up, I finally lost my patience. I knocked my girlfriend out and carried her onto the chopper. The childhood friend she obsessed over ended up dying in the sea

It was my seventh wedding anniversary. Silas's spoiled brat of a childhood friend called. She said a pipe in her house had burst. Without a second thought, he turned around and left to play plumber. A few minutes later, Melody's social media updated right on schedule. "No matter when or where, one phone call brings my Superman running. How should I reward him?" The picture showed a floor covered in used protection and torn clothes. I smiled and dialed a different number. "A pipe at my pla

When Mina Royce first came to me, she couldn't even pay her rent. She had to borrow money just for her baby's formula. I took her under my wing and taught her everything about this business. I gave her my clients, my secret suppliers, and my orders without asking for a dime. Within a single year, she struck it rich and opened three boutiques. I was genuinely happy for her success. That was until I discovered she had been stabbing me in the back. She secretly poached all my VIP clients and lur

1. Word had spread through every pack in upstate New York―Caleb Walsh and his Luna, Harper, were fated mates, hand-bound by the Moon Goddess herself. Everyone said we were made for each other. Even I believed it. But on the day of the bonding ceremony, he slipped wolfsbane into my water. When I woke up, my sister Mia was standing beside my fiancé. Wearing my wedding dress. I had saved three years for that Vera Wang custom gown. Seven rounds of design revisions. Now it hung loose on her bod