Betrayal Novels

Warning: contains mature content Elena has long harbored a secret crush on her enigmatic billionaire boss, Andrew Blake. One night in San Francisco turns a routine business trip into a forbidden, passionate affair.Back home, Andrew faces pressure from his family: if he doesn't marry before his stepbrother Matthew, he could lose the company. Determined to secure his inheritance, he offers Elena a contract marriage and she accepts.But life gets complicated. Matthew is her ex, his fiancée is her best friend, and a betrayal orchestrated with a scandalous video shatters Elena's world. Humiliated, she disappears, determined to build a new life away from Andrew and Matthew.Yet escaping a billionaire isn't easy. Torn between revenge and forgiveness, past and future, Elena must decide: can her heart truly heal before it's too late? especially when the truth about the betrayal surfaces?

Leena's life was the opposite of the Cinderella story. She toiled hard to support her family. She took classes in the morning, and worked in the evenings. Her routine life took a turn for the worse with Miguel's return and she slipped into an abyss of love and desire. Leena closed her eyes and waited patiently for the fall. She struggled, shed tears. "There's no end to this suffering," she thought. She gave him many opportunities, but he betrayed her time and again, until one day, she finally decided to leave him and let him have a taste of his own medicine; the pain of loss and betrayal. The man beside her narrowed his eyes at the woman and said, "You are going to be mine. Don't think about other men!" Could she ever get out of this mess? Could she retain her happiness after suffering this deep injury to her heart?

Havoc - Havoc A sweet like honey accent and a pair of hips I couldn't keep my eyes off. That's how it started. Darcie Summers was playing the part of my old lady to keep herself safe but we both know it's more than that. There's something real between us. Something passionate and primal.Something my half brother's stupidity will rip apart unless I can get to her in time. Darcie A pretend outlaw boyfriend to keep me safe until I could go home. It all sounded so easy. Until I started to get to know him. Until he kissed me. And then I was lost. I need Havoc more than I've ever needed another person. Especially now, when my ex fiances betrayal threatens my very life. Cyber - Cyber Everyone has that ONE person that got away, right? The one who you wished you had treated differently. For me, that girl has always been Iris. So when she turns up on Savage Sons territory needing help, I am the man for the job. The only man for the job. Every time I look at her I see the beautiful girl I left behind but Iris is no longer that girl. What I put into motion years ago has shattered her into a million hard little pieces. And if I'm not careful they will cut my heart out. Iris He still sees the weak girl I was years ago, I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. Cyber thinks I need saving. He thinks he can save the day. But there's one thing he hasn't worked out yet....He's the villain in this story... Fang- Fang. The first time I saw her, she was sat on the side of the road drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The second time was when I hit her dog. I had promised myself never to get involved with another woman after the death of my wife. But Gypsy Rose was different. Sweeter, kinder and with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She was also too good for me. I am Fang, President of the Savage Sons. I am not a good man, I've taken more lives than I care to admit even to myself. I am the total opposite of the free-spirited Gypsy Rose. But I'm going to keep her anyway. Gypsy Rose Relocating was meant to be a fresh start. A chance to start over. It wasn't a lot to ask, Until the president of the local motorcycle club started taking an interest in me. I shouldn't want Fang. He is everything I despise in a man. Too alpha, too loud and worst of all he knows how to press all of my buttons. But he isn't the only man after me. And when my past catches up with me, not even the president of the Savage Sons MC will be able to escape it. Monster- Monster They call me Monster, and no one can blame them. I am the man the Savage Sons call in when they want something really unsavoury doing. My job was meant to be simple, seduce the police chiefs daughter and leak the pictures to the press. No biggie. Except now I've kissed, touched and tasted her. I can't get enough. She might have the face of an angel but I'm not fooled. Angela is as dark and twisted as I am. The devil in her might just give my monster a run for its money. Angela He calls me angel but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am no angel. A darkness lives inside of me. One that rivals even his. Monster should be careful. Theres no going back when you get into bed with the devil. Hansel - Hansel I didn't mean to say the words; they just fell out of my mouth. And the moment I said them, I wished I could take them back. I was angry at her, and she was always angry at me. We had wanted to hurt each other. That was why the words came screaming out of my mouth. And I knew... I just knew that I had gone too far. The way she recoiled from me was a punch to the gut. I tried, I really tried to form the words to make her believe I hadn't meant it. But by then it was too late. The front door had already slammed shut behind her. I knew it was the end of our marriage, the end of the life we had always dreamt of having with one another. The end of me and her. One sentence and my life imploded before my eyes. And now she is back and embroiled in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a killer. And she's firmly on his radar... the worst thing though? The killer just might be someone we know. Who am I meant to trust, if I can't trust, my brothers in The Savage Sons? I won't fail her though, not ever again. When this is all over, she will be mine again and this time I won't be letting her go. It's time we got our happily ever after.

"And finally, to Vanessa Scott, I leave the entirety of Westwood Enterprises, including all real estate holdings, luxury brands, and international operations. Vanessa Scott is to be the sole owner of Westwood Enterprises. However, there is a condition..." Everyone in the room held their breath as Whitmore paused. "As per Jonathan Westwood's instructions," Whitmore continued, "Vanessa's inheritance and that of the members of the Westwood family mentioned in this will, can only be transferred upon her marriage to August Westwood." "To receive the inheritance," Whitmore continued, "Vanessa Scott must marry August Westwood within six months from the date of Mr. Westwood's passing. If they fail to marry, the inheritance will be revoked and distributed to charitable organizations across the globe." When billionaire CEO Jonathan Westwood collapses at the family dinner table, his death shatters the Westwood family. His son, August, is thrust into a web of suspicion and power struggles as the police uncover signs of foul play. In a family where secrets run deep, everyone-from his mother who holds a grudge against his father for his infidelity, to his ambitious older brother and enigmatic younger sister- is a suspect. Amid the turmoil, August finds comfort in Vanessa, his father's quiet and compassionate caretaker. Drawn to her warmth and understanding, he leans on her as he navigates the treacherous waters of grief and betrayal. Together, they unravel the threads of Jonathan's life, uncovering shocking truths about his family. But as August edges closer to the truth, alliances shift, motives blur, and the line between love and deception grows thin.

Tonight was supposed to be special. Our fifth anniversary. I' d booked our favorite restaurant, bought a new shirt Chloe loved. Then, scrolling through social media, a photo from her company' s group chat caught my eye. Chloe, laughing, her hand resting on the arm of her intern, Liam. The caption called it "burning the midnight oil." I called it a lie. I typed a reply, directly into the chat: "Looks like fun. Chloe, I\'m still waiting for our anniversary dinner. The reservation was for seven." My phone rang instantly. It was Chloe, her voice a furious hiss. "What the hell do you think you\'re doing? Are you trying to embarrass me?" "Embarrass you?" I retorted, her dismissive tone burning me. "I' m sitting here alone on our anniversary. You told me you were stuck in a meeting." She called me needy, childish, then hung up. All my sacrifices, my life savings poured into her startup, the sleepless nights coding her company' s foundation – for this? To be a ghost in her shiny, successful life? The truth was laid bare: I was just an afterthought. I looked at our wedding photo, so full of hope, then slowly, deliberately, turned it face down. Then I blocked her. The next morning, her company's lead engineer called, panicking. "It's the Genesis build. It's a complete disaster. Liam broke it." Chloe had brushed off my warnings about Liam's sloppy code. She called him a rockstar. Now, she needed me to fix her golden boy' s mess. She sent her assistant to drag me to the office. Then Chloe herself called from the assistant's phone. "Ethan Miller, you get down here right now!" She tried to smooth-talk me, sweet-talking about "us." And then I heard it. A soft, wet sound, a kiss. And Liam' s voice. "Is he giving you trouble, boss? Let me talk to him." Chloe' s hushed, affectionate whisper: "It's fine, sweetie. I've got this." My world stopped. "Sweetie?" I repeated, the word dripping with mock sweetness. "Is that what you call your interns now, Chloe?" The betrayal, concrete and undeniable, sliced through me. All that anger, all that pain, crystallized into one chilling realization: "You don't need me. You need my work. There's a difference." "Consider your contract terminated," she threatened. "Consider it terminated," I replied, and hung up. I finally felt nothing. Just a vast, empty space where five years of my life used to be. I was done.

I am Clara Nkem Felix from Rivers State, Nigeria and  this is my unending history about life itself. The mistrust and trust,the love and betrayal,the light and darkness, the friends and foes,the evil and good,the happiness and sadness,the overwhelmness of life,the bitterness and sweetness of mankind,the greed,envy,support and  wickedness of life.The ranting,the complain and all manner of people.The affliction,religion,tribes, and association. Clara tends to show her children some moral principles of life by explaining her life encounter as a youth.

I was the Fated Mate of Lycus Stone, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But he performed the sacrilegious ritual of Rejection, severing our sacred bond to run away with his widowed sister-in-law. He abandoned me and our newborn son in the freezing wilderness, claiming she was his true mate to secure a high-ranking position in a powerful pack. For a decade, while he enjoyed his prestige, I was trapped in a living hell. My in-laws treated me worse than a stray dog, beating me daily and forcing me to eat moldy scraps. Even my own daughter despised my low status, stealing my food to buy pretty dresses and laughing as I starved. "You're just a useless Omega. You deserve to suffer!" In the end, my frail body was ripped apart by wild beasts in the snow. I died listening to the agonizing sound of my own tearing flesh, completely abandoned. Until my last breath, I felt nothing but a suffocating despair. Why did my mate defy the Goddess to choose his brother's widow? Why did my family treat me like garbage while praising his monstrous betrayal? Opening my eyes again, the blinding pain was gone. I was back in that miserable cabin, exactly ten years ago. This time, I grabbed the heavy iron poker by the fireplace. The weak Elara is dead, and I am going to destroy them all.

"This means nothing!" I warned as I kissed Richard passionately. He chuckled darkly against my lips as he pressed me against the wall. "I'll make you belong to me, Lexi," No, you..." I didn't finish my sentence before he crashed his lips on mine, kissing me like he was thirsty and I was his only water supply Lexi Cameron despises Valentine's Day. After a string of heartbreaks and betrayals-each tied to the holiday-she has sworn off love. But when her meddling friends book her a date through a Valentine's escort service, her plans for a quiet, uneventful day are upended. Enter Richard Whitewood: handsome, charming, and carrying secrets of his own. What starts out as an awkward arrangement quickly spirals into a night of unexpected passion. But the next day, Lexi's world is turned upside down when she discovers that Richard wasn't what he said he was. He is her new boss and the CEO of a billion dollar company. Caught between her need for a job and her intense attraction to Richard, and the tangled web of lies, ex wife and family betrayal surrounding him, Lexi must navigate a path tapered with danger and desire. As their personal lives and professional lives collide, their connection deepens but not without a cost. When enemies conspire to tear them apart and Lexi's life is put in jeopardy, Richard must risk everything to protect the woman he loves. Can their love survive the weight of secrets, betrayal and dangerous family feud?

"Mr. Carter, your unborn child was lost due to this trauma. This is serious." "You brought this upon yourself, Charlotte" his words laced with venom. "And I'm not going to pay her medical bills either. This is all just an act." "I don't trust her who claims to have been assaulted," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "She must have seduced them; after all, she already did it once. How can I trust her now? I don't have time for her drama." I felt my heart shatter at his cruel dismissal. How could he be so heartless? --- After dedicating her youth to saving lives, Charlotte Valco finds her own destiny slipping away. Her act of heroism at St. Peter Hospital binds her in an arranged marriage to Howard Carter, a wealthy heir whose icy demeanor leaves her longing for genuine affection. Charlotte's dreams of happiness shatter beneath his emotional distance, the relentless cruelty of his adoptive sister Anastasia, and the scornful machinations of his mother, Karla. Isolated and gaslit, Charlotte loses everything-including her unborn child-when Howard sides with Anna, allowing tragedy to unfold at the hands of old enemies. Broken and alone, Charlotte's only wish is for a chance to rewrite her fate. Miraculously transported back three years, she awakens in St. Peter Hospital as a doctor, her life-and marriage-unwritten. Armed with memories of betrayal and heartache, Charlotte resolves to choose her own path, protect herself from those who hurt her, and reclaim the compassion that once defined her. As she seeks justice, makes bold choices, and confronts her enemies-including Howard and Anastasia-Charlotte discovers that second chances come with powerful new risks... and the possibility to turn tragedy into triumph.

They say the devil is the most dangerous evil alive. Until he met her. She didn't run from his darkness. She walked straight into it - and made it hers. He's ruthless, feared by all, a man who destroys without remorse. She's cunning, seductive, and far more dangerous than she appears. Their deal was supposed to be simple. Power for loyalty. Protection for obedience. But desire was never part of the agreement. Every glance burns. Every touch feels like a sin. Every kiss tastes like betrayal. They hate each other. They crave each other. And neither knows who will ruin who first. Because when two monsters fall in love, it isn't sweet - it's war. And in the end, the devil may lose his throne... to the woman who stole his heart and his soul.

I was standing at the altar, moments away from completing the sacred Mating Ceremony with Julian, the Beta heir. Suddenly, the cathedral doors burst open. A cloaked rogue stumbled in, holding up my unique silver necklace. "You promised me forever, Seraphina! And now you abandon me for this noble fool!" The congregation gasped, their whispers instantly dragging my honor through the mud. Before I could defend myself, a blinding light pierced my mind. The Moon Goddess showed me a vision of a past life. I saw myself marrying Julian, believing his sweet lies. I saw him drain my family's wealth to pay his debts, only to bring home a lovely Omega—who was actually the "male rogue" standing before me today. In that past life, Julian watched with dead eyes as I coughed up black blood, letting me die in a cold room while he tore my inner wolf from my soul. The truth hit me like a shard of ice. Their entire courtship was a meticulously crafted lie, a trap designed to destroy me and bleed my noble house dry. The agonizing betrayal ignited a violent tremor at the base of my spine. The blind, foolish girl from that vision was dead. Deep within my soul, the supreme bloodline of the White Wolf awakened. I reached for the ceremonial silver sword on the altar. This time, I would tear their deceit to bloody ribbons.

Blurb: Cassandra Duvall has dedicated her life to hunting down the creatures that shattered her family: vampires. Faced with a mission that deposits her in front of Julian Cross - a rogue vampire who is fighting against the oppressive rule of the ancient and vicious Valerian Arkane - she must decide whether to hold on to her desire for revenge or team up to confront a greater evil. As secrets are revealed and unlikely alliances are forged, Cassandra finds herself inexplicably drawn to Julian, despite her better judgment. But in a world of everlasting shadows, where betrayal waits around every corner, she'll have to choose if her blossoming bond with Julian is worth the ultimate sacrifice - or if she'll make the mistake of losing humanity's final chance of survival.

Every heart has a secret... But some secrets can ruin everything. Harper never thought that love could lead to betrayal and passion. She is torn between wanting to know the truth and believing the lies. She needs to find the truth before the lies take over her and the people she loves. In a world where trust is low and every heartbeat counts, can love last when hearts are broken? Desire hides betrayal, and passion hides lies. Nothing is safe under the lies, not even love. Can she trust again.... before is too late.

My engagement to Ethan Hayes was a decade-long silent contract, a symbol of a love I held with quiet desperation, though his light never truly shone on me. Then Chloe Davis appeared, all sweetness and light, and Ethan, who' d been indifferent to me, fell completely for her. In my first life, that look drove me mad, leading me to uncover Chloe' s dark secret: she was the daughter of the man who ruined Ethan' s family, driving his parents to suicide. My attempt to save him backfired catastrophically. During a heated confrontation, Chloe pushed Ethan's uncle, David Hayes, who died instantly. Ethan walked in, seeing only me standing over the body with a terrified Chloe pointing a trembling finger. He refused to listen, convinced I was a jealous fiancée eliminating a rival. I was wrongly imprisoned for his uncle' s death, dying alone and forgotten, while Ethan and Chloe' s twisted tragedy bound them together in a life I couldn't share. All my love, my loyalty, my sacrifices, meant nothing. But then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the university library, a full year before the tragedy unfolded. My past life was a finished story, but this was my second chance. I swore a cold, hard resolve: I would not interfere. I would not save him. I would watch their great love story play out to its inevitable, disastrous end. My first act? Terminating our engagement.

"Mother, I love him. Aiden is my mate. The bond we share is beyond anything I've ever felt. Please, let me marry him," Seraphina pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion.Elysia's face hardened, her eyes shadowed with a deep, knowing sadness. "Seraphina, you cannot marry him. The coven will never allow it. You must understand... if you choose this path, it will be the end of you."Seraphina's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. "What... What do you mean, the end of me? Are you saying... they would kill me?"Elysia's expression softens, but the gravity of her words is undeniable. "Yes, my child. They will see your love as a betrayal, a threat to everything we have built. The coven will stop at nothing to protect its own. If you marry Aiden, they will kill you."Seraphina's jaw drops, her eyes wide with disbelief. The room seems to close in around her as the weight of her mother's words sinks in. "But... he is my heart, Mother. I chose him. Isn't our bond sacred? How can love be a death sentence?" She said with tears filling up her eyes she went out slamming the door angrily. Unaware of their former lives, they are drawn together in high school. As they rekindle their love, memories of their tragic past begin to resurface. But with dark forces at play and old enemies lurking, can they rewrite their fate, or are they doomed to repeat their cursed history?

For fifteen years, I was the destined mate of the formidable Alpha, Dustin Powell. He called me his Anchor, the only one who could soothe the beast within him. But our perfect world shattered when I felt his betrayal through our psychic bond: the scent of another woman, a flash of her red nails on his thigh. My inner wolf howled in agony. He lied about urgent pack business on my birthday, but I found a single bleached-blonde hair in his car. At the restaurant where we first met, I discovered his secret phone and saw the explicit texts from his assistant, Jami. *“Are you with her now? Is it as boring as you say?”* she taunted. Then came the picture message: Jami holding a Tiffany's box he’d bought for her. *“Can’t wait for you to put this on me tonight, Alpha.”* The poison of his betrayal made me physically sick. My pack's Healer confirmed my illness wasn't food poisoning but a "Soul-Rejection"—our bond was so contaminated by his affair that my very soul was rejecting him. That night, Jami sent me a final, vicious psychic attack: a picture of her positive pregnancy test. *“His bloodline belongs to me now. You lose, old woman.”* I had been his anchor, but an anchor can also choose to let go. I called my lawyer. "I want nothing from him," I said. "Not a cent. I want to be free." This wasn't an escape; it was a carefully planned retreat. His world was about to collapse, and I was going to be the one to light the match.

Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan. But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating. The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan—the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin—stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything. Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth? Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear. "I will never beg him." Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.

A Viking Saga. Action and adventure at the end of the Viking age from Norway across the European Steppe, along the Silk Route into China's notorious Taklamakan desert. The desert so called by locals because those who venture in seldom venture out. Experience ancient peoples, cultures, lost tribes and hidden kingdoms. As well as mystery, action, adventure, love, lust, greed, comradeship and betrayal. Just what one would expect in a Viking Saga. As the Viking age is brought to an end in 1066 with ignominious defeat at the battle of Stamford Bridge, a rag-tag group of Vikings conclude the quiet life is not for them and they decide to go-a-Viking one last time. Retracing a journey of their youth across the European Steppe and down the mighty Dniepr river heading for Byzantium. Enroute a chance discovery in a Kiev library leads them to venture even further afield - to Astrakhan, across the Caspian sea, up the mighty Oxus river, through Parthia and Bactria and along the ancient Silk Route into Asia and Tian Xia (China). Engaged in a battle not of their choosing, they inflict fatalities on the sinister and evil Black Scorpions who want to exact their revenge. Escaping entrapment in a cave, pursued, they flee by night across the Roof of the World and meet the remnants of the \"\"lost\"\" European tribe of Asia, the Hepthalites, who offer them protection in their city, hidden in the Tien Shan - the Celestial Mountains. A place where romance is kindled and love unexpectedly blossoms. During their winter sojourn in the Hidden City they gather more clues, and in the spring continue with their quest, on into the Taklamakan desert. The desert so called by locals because those who venture in seldom venture out. More danger and peril lies in wait for this rag-tag Viking crew as they travel along the Silk Route, the world's first super-highway. At the eastern end of their journey they meet the Lang Ren, the Wolf people of Lou Lan, outcasts thieves and criminals living in an abandoned city in the desert. A city without water. A city about to die. A city in which the final clue to their quest is uncovered. What fate awaits this motly crew and what fate awaits the Lang Ren, a rejected element of Asian society?

On the night of her wedding anniversary celebration, Emma Taylor discovers her husband, Harry Smith, kissing his own assistant. Her world collapses in front of hundreds of invited guests. Her dignity is shattered. Yet in the midst of that betrayal, James Walker appears-Harry's uncle, cold, stern, and a man who despises infidelity. He is the one who steadies Emma... and at the same time, draws her into a forbidden emotion she never meant to feel. While Harry loses himself in Sophie's arms, news of the affair spreads like wildfire, dragging the once-respected Smith family name toward the brink of ruin. Between heartbreak and forbidden love, can Emma find a new path for her life? Or will she sink back into the shadows of her past? "A story about a love born from devastation."

I was America' s Grammy-winning country star, married to the nation' s pop sweetheart, Nicole. Our life was a picture of musical royalty, until a trashy music blog screamed about my wife' s new video. "Nicole Anderson and Jayden Hughes: More Than Just Acting?" She came to me sobbing, confessing a "one-time mistake" with the bad-boy rapper. She poured millions into a new record label, publicly funding my next album as a grand gesture of devotion. I believed her, held her, and told myself she was my perfect muse. Then, one quiet Tuesday, using her laptop, I found a password-protected folder labeled "PROJECT N&J." On a whim, I typed "Jayden." Access granted. Two hundred explicit videos revealed a timeline spanning months. Her voice, clear and triumphant in the most recent one, shattered my world: "Ethan' s too trusting… he thinks I' m his perfect little country muse." Jayden' s smug reply: "And what about this baby? You sure it' s gonna pass for his?" The air left my lungs. My wife, the woman the world adored, was a calculated monster carrying another man' s child, planning to use my name and money to escape a prenup. Every award, every photo in our mansion, felt like a prop in her elaborate con. The betrayal was a physical ache, a cold, hard certainty. How could I have been such a fool? But as disgust rose in my throat, a new feeling emerged: not despair, but a quiet, chilling clarity. I found my prenup, snapped a picture of the infidelity clause, and sent it to my lawyer. It was time for the truth to be the truth.