Betrayal of Trust E-Book

Angel Rupert

• Herausgeber: Bentockiz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

I have a big favor to ask, but I'm not sure how to approach the subject. Despite my best efforts to help, I could see the desperation in her eyes every time we spoke. Finally, I knew what I needed to do. I took a deep breath and approached her. As I laid out my plan, her eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. Tears filled her eyes as she accepted my offer.

Leseprobe

Title Page

Betrayal of Trust

Passion and Promises

Angel Rupert

Betrayal of Trust / 8th of series: Passion and Promises / By Angel Rupert

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198848779

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

This may be the start of something amazing!

Chapter One

My father looked like he wanted to strike me, but I wasn’t alone and defenseless like I had been in the limo on the way home from the hospital and he knew it.

Apparently, James thought the same thing. He moved between us saying, “Why don’t we all sit down and calmly discuss...”

“You...” my father turned on him shoving his finger in James’ face. “You turned my daughter into a cheap, worthless wh...”

“I strongly suggest you watch your language in front of my wife,” James interrupted warningly. “Don’t think I won’t throw you out of our home.”

“Your home,” he scoffed taking in the clean but modestly furnished one-bedroom apartment. “This isn’t a home, this is a hovel,” he added contemptuously.

“Stop it! Just stop it!” I moved James out of the way and confronted my father. “For the first time in my life I am truly happy. If you had any paternal feelings for me at all you would be glad for me, but I suppose that is too much to ask since you haven’t shown me any affection my whole life.”

I paused, taking a deep, calming breath as I continued, “I didn’t lie to you, I graduated from college the day before we got married, that was the only promise I made you. We aren’t asking you for anything except to leave us alone. As far as I’m concerned, you are nothing to me, no let me rephrase that, you are less than nothing to me. Children should be more than just a commodity to be bartered off like some inanimate object. I’m a person and I have feelings. I never intended to marry Richard, I was going to find a teaching position and leave Austin regardless as soon as I graduated. James had nothing to do with my decision; it was made long before I met him. I am my own person. You may have given me life, but you...don’t...own...me!”

I was shaking with fury by the time I finished my speech, but I refused to back down, glaring at him, determined not to be the one to break eye contact.

“Why you little b...” James started forward again and my father, noticing, bit off the rest of his expletive. “Fine you can have her,” my father said disdainfully “she’s damaged goods now anyway. Don’t come crying to me for money.”

“We won’t,” James assured him.

“Here,” grabbing my purse I produced a set of keys and held them out to him.

“What’s this,” he asked eyeing the keys suspiciously.

“The keys to the convertible,” I answered as unemotionally as I could manage. “I’m sure having it back is more important to you than I ever was.”

“Keep it. I don’t want it,” he replied coldly. “Call it a wedding present. It’s used now, just like you,” he threw over his shoulder as he turned to open the door to the apartment.

“I’ll make sure everyone knows how generous you are,” I retorted bitterly to his retreating back as he hurried down the outside stairs. “I know how important appearances are to you,” I mumbled as I crumpled to the ground.

“Allison, sweetheart,” James was there, squatting down beside me and taking me into his arms, offering his shirt as a handkerchief to dry the tears I didn’t even realize were staining my cheeks. “I’m so sorry; I truly thought things would be different once we were married.”