Betrayal Short Dramas

"Stop—Daniel, the f**k are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get f**ked!" In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm." Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's r**k-hard c**k in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my p**y. Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my c**t, like it was about to shove straight inside.

"What kind of sick game are you playing?" my husband, Mark, snapped through the phone. I stared at my heavy plaster cast and said nothing. In my previous life, distant relatives brought a bag of cash to my clinic, begging me to bump my cousin up the surgery waitlist. I refused. By morning, the money vanished. Security footage showed someone in my scrubs, with my exact face, stealing it. My colleague, Sarah, and my husband accused me of taking the bribe. They destroyed my career. My cousin died waiting. Driven mad by grief, her parents ran me down with their truck. Reborn, when I saw the new surveillance footage, I finally understood who she was.

I thought my husband was my salvation. Until I overheard him in the wine cellar, laughing and joking with my "attackers" from that night. The gang rape that destroyed me was a show he orchestrated himself. He married me only for inheritance rights. He humiliated me, branded me, took away my child, and made my life a living hell. But he forgot one thing— The ancient blood oath of the Corleone family states clearly: If a husband betrays his marriage, everything he owns shall belong to his wife. This time, I'm no longer the rabbit waiting to be slaughtered. This time, I write the ending.

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed, my hand cracking across his smug face. The man I'd fallen for, the one who'd made me betray my husband, was no vineyard worker named Léo—he was Lucien Dubois, my husband's twisted brother, and it was all a sick game to destroy us. In this whirlwind of deception and desire, I was left at the altar by a charming playboy, only to marry his steady, kind-hearted stepbrother Étienne in a desperate bid to save my family from ruin. But when a mysterious stranger sweeps into my lonely life on the sprawling vineyard estate, offering passion and escape, I cross lines I never imagined. What starts as forbidden heat unravels into a web of lies, hidden identities, and a shocking pregnancy that forces me to choose between the man who truly loves me and the burden of my mistakes. This tale of deception, redemption, and heart-wrenching romance will leave you questioning where loyalty ends and love begins.

The moment I pushed open the clinic door, I nearly fainted on the spot—the sexy physical therapist in that white coat was Ethan, my ex-boyfriend who I dumped hard two months ago! Even worse, my mom was sitting right there watching, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure his "professional treatment." This bastard, hiding behind his doctor's coat, used every treatment excuse to do whatever he wanted with my body. "Relax, your body still remembers my touch," he whispered in my ear. I swore to stay away from this cheating bastard, but with both our mothers frantically playing matchmaker, we were forced into constant entanglement. Inescapable intimate treatments, complicated emotions I couldn't explain, until an accident brought the truth to light. "Tell me the real reason you want to switch doctors." He grabbed my arm. "I thought she was your girlfriend! I thought you betrayed me!" When that "truth" that tore us apart was completely overturned, could we start over again...?

"Victor, stop. I came here for therapy—not to ruin my marriage." Arthur had assured me his college buddy Victor—a single personal rehab therapist built like a gladiator—would cure my chronic back pain. But then Victor straddled me on the therapy table, his thick, hard cock scorching through thin fabric as it ground against my soaked pussy. All the while, Arthur's voice echoed from the speakerphone: "Do whatever it takes to fix her. I trust you."

"Clyde, no—stop this right now. I only came to your class because Aaron recommended you to help me learn motorcycle riding for my job, not to get into something like this." On the open training field, as I struggled to balance the bike and keep it steady, my husband's old college roommate Clyde climbed on behind me to "correct" my form, his hands boldly cupping my large, soft breasts through my fitted top. The real problem hit when I felt his massive bulge pressing insistently against my backside, hard and unyielding, as he leaned in too close under the guise of instruction.

"Stop—Daniel, the f**k are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get f**ked!" In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm." Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's r**k-hard c**k in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my p**y. Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my c**t, like it was about to shove straight inside.

"Did you bring one back?" My mom, Siobhan, urged. I pushed my half-empty mug to the center of the cafe table. The campus buzzed around me, students stressing over minor things like finals. "I’m still at school, Mom." "The Summer Solstice is in exactly one month, Maeve." The line crackled. "If you cross that water empty-handed, Finn is going to the pens. Are you going to let your own brother be taken?"

"What the hell, it even has haptic vibration feedback? Are they seriously making these things this realistic now?" Taking advantage of my roommate being out on a sales call, I tossed this ridiculously expensive "high-end realistic doll" onto my bed. Watching her body tremble slightly, almost uncontrollably, the twisted fire in my gut burned even hotter. "Baby, here I come!"

Six months after our bonding ceremony, I was ambushed by rogue wolves while searching for rare herbs in the Black Forest. Their poisoned claws shredded my abdomen—and with it, any chance of ever carrying pups. But my mate held my hand and wept. My mother swore she'd save me. My father said everything would be fine. How pathetic— Right before they wheeled me into surgery, I heard them through a cracked door, calmly discussing how to harvest my heart for the adopted sister who'd been waiting six months. Turns out the "accident" was a gift from my loving family of four. Turns out the last six months of "coming home" was just them fattening up my heart for harvest. What they don't know? The voice memo on my phone caught everything. What they really don't know? Six months from now, I'm coming back— With a Dark Moon Alliance badge. And a heart much colder than the one they stole. Shh. Listen. That stolen heart? It's starting to reject.

Offered as a virgin sacrifice to the fearsome Dragon King Ignar, innocent Donna expects nothing but a brutal death. Instead, she is taken to his secluded castle — not as food, but as his personal pet. Stripped of her freedom, Donna is drawn into a terrifying yet intoxicating game of domination and submission. Ignar, a beast of immense power and dark desires, demands her absolute obedience. In his training chamber, using leather, silk, and ancient magic, he slowly breaks down her defenses. A dangerous soul bond begins to form. Donna soon realizes that her greatest danger is no longer the Dragon King's wrath — but her own awakening desires.

My name is Elena Ross, and I’m a sex addict. This is the secret I guard with medication. But right now, the blizzard has sealed the road and cut off my escape. In this narrow car, the man sitting beside me is the one forbidden fruit I absolutely cannot touch—Silas Thorne. He’s not just my boss; he’s my ex-boyfriend’s stepfather.

‘A single night with my sister’s husband changed everything…’ One night + One touch = Addiction. ……. Betty goes on holiday to spend a week with her sister and the unexpected happens, she falls in love with her brother-in-law, Ted. She has only intended a one-night nightstand with him to get over a painful breakup and nothing else but it turned into an addiction, a constant affair and love sparks between them. An hour of one-time sex turns into a long-lasting commitment, what happens when the truth comes to light??? A deadly affair that ruins her relationship with her sister, but is Betty’s sister, Rosie, a saint? (This book can be read as a standalone and luckily, this is the first book of the series, sit, relax, and enjoy!)

My name is Charles Cole, a blind lactation therapist. Of course, apart from pretending to be blind, all my skills are genuine. Ophelia sat on the bed and slowly took off her top right in front of me, her beautiful figure revealing its spring allure under the golden warm sunlight. “Mr. Cole, let's begin!” I nodded, reaching forward with both hands, yet I didn't dare show the slightest unusual expression on my face. The reason was simple: Ophelia's husband, Russell, was standing coldly right behind me at that moment.

My husband, Arthur, forced me to take private training sessions with his buddy Marcus, saying my body wasn’t good enough for him to really enjoy himself in bed. But on the very first day, Marcus started getting handsy with me. “Coach, stop. I’m here to work out, not have an affair,” I bit back a moan, trying to push away the “help” he was giving me with my squats. What I didn’t expect was for him to start rubbing his thing against my pussy.

25-year-old housewife Sadie Miller, desperate to salvage her marriage with her cold, unfaithful husband Shawn, tries to learn about sex from a professional escort. But there, she crosses paths with Guy Hawkins—the mafia boss of the Hawkins Syndicate, who numbs his pain from losing his family as a child through violence and BDSM. Drawn to Sadie's innocence and embarrassment, Guy proposes a one-month contract: she'll accompany him under the terms of an S&M agreement. For Shawn's safety, Sadie accepts. Amidst training, humiliation, and temptation, she finds herself growing emotionally dependent on Guy. After weathering emotional turmoil and life-threatening danger together, Sadie and Guy move beyond their master-servant roles. They become true partners, bound by love and a vow to each other.

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband. It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled. In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage. My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks. But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress. "Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband." This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

"A top-tier doctor returned home, only to be greeted by her husband and his mistress's ""love child""? Her in-laws declared without a shred of guilt: ""You will raise this child!"" Chloe smiled. She sold their house and car, playing the devoted wife—until the day of the birth. Then she slipped off her wedding ring, donated every last cent, and left the country. Overnight, the wealthy family crumbled into debt and ruin. Six years later, she returned with a love worthy of her, only to find her ex-husband on his knees at the airport, begging for her back. She merely smiled faintly: ""Belated affection is cheaper than weeds."

Elite attorney Wanda accidentally uncovers her husband Shane's affair with his student Yvonne while reviewing home security footage in search of a document. As a seasoned lawyer, Wanda keeps her composure and doesn't confront them right away. Instead, she quietly gathers evidence of their affair and their abuse of power for personal gain. Turning the tables, Wanda invites Yvonne into their home under the pretense of helping her study for the bar exam, deliberately allowing the two to continue crossing the line right under her nose. Meanwhile, she teams up with her journalist friend Willa, setting a carefully orchestrated trap and tightening the net step by step. Determined to make the betrayers pay, Wanda launches a high-stakes game of revenge, where intelligence is her sharpest weapon.