Her kiss,His Downfall

Her kiss,His Downfall

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> I died loving him. I returned to destroy him. Aria Sinclair gave everything to Damon King — her love, her loyalty, her name. But when his betrayal shattered her world and drove her to her death, she swore one thing with her final breath: she would never love him again. Now reborn five years later with a new identity and sharper mind, Aria re-enters Damon’s life as a powerful investor bent on dismantling his empire piece by piece. But Damon isn’t the cold-hearted man she remembers. He's tormented by regret... and still haunted by her memory. As secrets unravel and passion reignites, Aria finds herself caught between the vengeance she craved and the love she once buried. Can she truly ruin the man who still owns her heart? Or will her kiss become his salvation instead of his downfall?

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Bab 1

Resurrection In Red

The dress was murder red.

The kind of red that seduced and stabbed in the same breath. Ava Steele stood before the floor-length mirror in the penthouse suite of the Monarch Hotel, her reflection a contradiction — elegance carved from rage, beauty veined with vengeance. The silk clung to her body like it had secrets to keep. Just like her.

She adjusted the neckline slightly, exposing one bare shoulder. Perfect. Soft enough to invite attention. Sharp enough to make Damon King regret breathing.

Her lips curled upward. Not a smile. A warning.

Tonight, she would face the man who destroyed her.

Not as Aria Sinclair — the woman who once loved him enough to die.

But as Ava Steele — the woman who came back to bury him.

She turned from the mirror and reached for the delicate gold clutch on the dresser. Inside it: her new business card, an invitation to the gala, and a photo she hadn’t looked at in years. Damon’s smile. Her old wedding ring on his finger.

She didn’t need to bring the picture. But pain was a useful fuel. It sharpened her intentions.

---

The city glittered below as her heels clicked across the marble lobby of the Monarch. Every step echoed confidence she hadn’t possessed the last time she stood this close to him. Then, she’d been Aria — wife, lover, victim.

Now, she was no one he knew. A ghost wrapped in glamor.

The grand ballroom doors parted. Gold light spilled over her like molten power. She stepped in.

Eyes turned. Men looked twice. Women whispered.

She moved like memory — something familiar, something haunting. A dangerous déjà vu in the shape of a woman he once destroyed.

A waiter passed. Champagne lifted. She took a glass, not for the taste, but for the weapon it could become if needed.

The room pulsed with elite power: CEOs, politicians, media moguls. But her eyes only searched for one.

Damon King.

There he was.

---

He stood near the stage, a dark figure in a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, no tie — as always, refusing to follow the rules unless he wrote them. His presence was still magnetic, still arrogant. But colder. More haunted.

His eyes scanned the room like a man who had everything yet still searched for something lost.

Good.

She hoped he never found peace again.

---

“Excuse me,” a voice purred beside her.

She turned to see a tall, sharp-featured woman with ice-blonde hair and a couture dress that cost more than Ava’s rent used to. Recognition struck.

Celeste Monroe.

Damon’s former business partner — and the woman who had watched Aria fall without blinking.

“You look familiar,” Celeste said, lips tight. “Have we met?”

Ava sipped her champagne slowly, hiding the twist of amusement in her mouth.

“Not yet,” she replied, her voice velvet. “But I’m sure we will.”

She walked away before Celeste could ask more. The power of a woman reborn wasn’t in what she said — it was in what she didn’t need to explain.

---

Then came the moment.

Damon turned.

His eyes locked with hers.

And time fractured.

---

Damon King didn’t believe in ghosts. But the moment his eyes landed on her, the air thinned like smoke after fire. His glass paused mid-air. Every sound in the room faded, as if the universe pressed mute just to force him to see her.

No one else could cause that kind of silence in him.

No one—except her.

But it couldn’t be.

She was dead.

---

She stood across the ballroom, her figure outlined by the golden chandeliers above, all blood and silk and shadows. Her eyes were different. Sharper. Older. Colder. But something beneath them screamed familiarity. Screamed memory.

His heartbeat — usually controlled, measured — stuttered like a lie trying to find its footing.

He tried to look away.

Couldn’t.

She was speaking to someone, her lips curled into that half-smile that never reached the eyes. Aria’s smile used to start at her soul and bloom outward. This one bloomed in reverse — a petal of poison.

Who was she?

Who the hell was she?

He stepped forward instinctively.

---

Across the room, Ava felt his gaze like fire against her bare skin. She didn’t flinch. She held her ground, chin lifted, expression unreadable.

It took everything in her not to scream.

Not to let the weight of seeing him — alive, beautiful, unscarred by her absence — crush her spirit all over again.

He looked older. Not in a tired way. In a colder, crueler way. The angles of his face sharper, the glint in his eye darker. But it was the same man who kissed her on courthouse steps and then signed away her life hours later.

The man who buried her with silence.

The man who would pay.

---

They collided by the drinks table.

A calculated accident.

“New face,” Damon said, his voice deep, familiar, dangerous. “Have we met?”

Ava turned to him slowly, eyes landing on his like fate coming full circle.

“I don’t believe we have,” she lied with perfect ease. “I don’t usually attend events for men who believe they own the world.”

He blinked, caught off guard.

Her voice. It was like smoke through keyholes. Like velvet on a knife.

Still — not Aria’s. Not exactly.

“What brings you to tonight’s circus?” he asked.

“I was invited,” she said, then let silence fall between them like a dare.

He tilted his head slightly. “You remind me of someone.”

“I get that a lot,” she replied. “Men always think I look like the woman they let slip away.”

---

There it was.

The flash of recognition in his eyes. Like a man hearing a ghost speak his name. His jaw clenched. She could see the thoughts tearing through him. But he couldn’t place it. Not yet.

Not until she wanted him to.

“Do you believe in karma, Mr. King?” she asked softly, brushing a finger along the rim of her glass.

“I believe in power,” he said flatly.

“Same thing,” she whispered. “One just wears prettier clothes.”

She turned from him then, giving him her back without hesitation.

And she knew—without needing to see—that he watched her walk away like a man haunted by something he couldn't name.

The night air hit her skin like a slap — sharp, cold, and alive. Ava descended the marble steps of the Monarch Hotel slowly, refusing to look back.

Not at the gilded ballroom.

Not at the man who used to call her his world.

Not at the city where her death had been signed, sealed, and quietly forgotten.

Her heels echoed in the valet circle as she walked alone to the waiting car. No assistant. No entourage. Just silence — her preferred company now.

The driver opened the door to the black sedan. She slid in, exhaling only when the door closed and the world outside disappeared behind tinted glass.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked.

Ava looked out the window, eyes locked on the hotel behind her.

“The last place Damon King expects me,” she said. “Kensley Media.”

---

Inside the car, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her hidden files.

"Project Thorn."

Her entire revenge plan lived in that folder — encrypted, detailed, and months in the making.

Kensley Media, one of the most powerful PR firms in Manhattan, was weeks away from collapse. Buried in debt. All it needed was a new investor to revive its image.

That investor?

Ava.

The same Ava who once donated blood to keep Damon’s business afloat when banks wouldn’t touch him.

Now, she would control his entire public image — and poison it from within.

Because power wasn’t just in boardrooms or bank accounts.

Power was knowing the whole world would turn against him... before he even realized she held the match.

---

But that wasn’t what made her chest ache.

It was his eyes.

That split second when he looked at her like she was a memory slipping through his fingers.

Like he missed her.

Like he still loved her.

She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Her heart didn’t get to feel things anymore. Not for him. Not after what he did.

---

Flashback — Five Years Ago

“I would never betray you,” Aria whispered, clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

Damon didn’t blink. “You already did.”

She shook her head. “They set me up. Damon, I swear to you—”

“You leaked the contract to the press. You gave them everything they needed to ruin me.”

“I didn’t!” she cried. “Why would I destroy the man I love?”

But he didn’t hear her. Or maybe he didn’t care.

Within 24 hours, her name was smeared across headlines. Her access revoked. Her reputation torched. And Damon... walked away.

No explanation. No protection.

Just a single message: I hope the price was worth it.

It wasn’t.

It cost her everything.

---

Ava’s fingers clenched around her phone now, back in the present.

She never betrayed him.

But someone did. And instead of standing by her, he buried her with the lie.

The car stopped in front of a sleek, grey building with black glass windows. Kensley Media’s Manhattan HQ.

Ava stepped out, heels hitting the pavement with finality.

This was step one.

Let him think she was just another pretty stranger with sharp words and a sharper smile.

Let him wonder why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Let him fall — slowly, deeply — into the illusion of her.

Until he realized too late…

The woman he let die is the same one who’s come back to destroy him.

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