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CHAPTER 11: The Price She Paid
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KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 52: Blurred Vision, Bloodied Steps
Early in the morning, I texted him an apology and waited for his reply, but he didn't respond. I assumed he was asleep in the car. I woke up, made him an americano, and knocked on his car window, but there was no response. I tried to peek inside but couldn't see a thing. Then I felt his presence behind me and smiled. He rested his chin on my shoulder and hugged me from behind. This time, I didn't wiggle away. I felt comfortable and safe. He turned me around to face him."Damon, I…. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so… so rude. You were just trying to help me," I apologized, lowering my head. I felt guilty, but he hugged me and kissed my temple.I gave him the americano I had made for him. He was astonished, and I giggled."How do you know I love americano and that I only drink this?" he asked in amazement."I know," I said.I could tell I was blushing from he way he was smirking with a raised brow.He looked even more handsome with his messy hair and the first few buttons of his sh
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 51: A Maze of My Own Making
As the days flew by, the university was taking its toll. My life had become a maze— a series of classes, late-night study sessions, and an ache of loneliness that followed me everywhere. But to look at the brightest side, I had made two amazing friends, Naina and Rob.Naina and I became quite close like fate had it planned, we felt this instant connection soon after our first meet and then Rob— well Rob Lannister he was a flirt but amazing, witty, kind yet a twisted badass, who was from Australia. We bonded quickly and it felt as if we'd known each other for a long time.And then there was Damon. He had created an impression on me, completely changing my opinion about him and proving he wasn’t the jerk I believed him to be.More than anything, I was glad Damon had stopped being such a jerk. He was acting like a true gentleman, calling to check on me everyday making time for me from his extremely busy schedule just to make me feel loved. He never missed a chance to make me feel special,
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 50: The Morning After shadows - Part 2
The story sounded plausible, yet a tiny, insistent voice in the back of my mind screamed that he was lying. Something was off. Something was missing."You… you changed my clothes?" I whispered, my face burning.He chuckled, the sound a low, rumbling vibration that sent shivers down my spine.“Yes. I did. With my own hands. Honestly, I’m relieved you don’t remember—because if you did, you’d be mortified. We… we ended up in the shower together. You were splashing water at me like a mischievous child, laughing, wild-eyed. It was chaotic and strangely tender. You even grabbed my phone and took selfies—us tangled on the bed, you kissing me like it was the most natural thing in the world.We did a lot last night. More than I expected. More than I should’ve let happen. And yet… part of me wishes you remembered. Not for the details, but for the way you looked at me. Like I was the only person who mattered.”My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, terrified drum. He was moving towards me
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 50: The Morning After shadows - Part 1
The first thing I felt was a profound sense of disorientation. My eyelids were heavy, glued shut by an exhaustion that reached into my very bones. As I fought to open them, a faint light stung my eyes, and a room slowly swam into focus. It was a space I had never seen before— a vast, minimalist canvas of steel-gray walls and stark black-and-white furniture. My breath hitched. Panic, cold and sharp, pricked at me. I wasn't in my room. This wasn't my home.My body was a leaden weight, covered by a heavy, silken quilt. The air was cool and smelled of expensive cologne, something musky and intoxicating that made my stomach clench with an uneasy familiarity. A figure stood at the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, a silhouette against the morning light. The man's back was turned to me, his powerful shoulders and lean torso a testament to an athletic physique. He wore only a pair of black boxers. And on his back, my breath hitched again, were angry, fresh-looking scratches clearly visible e
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 49: The Unraveling Night - Part 2
Something about his earlier confession— about his family, his mother, his pain— had cracked a part of me I didn’t realize was so fragile. Before I could think, before my pride could scream at me to stop, I reached across the small space and took his hand. My fingers curled around his, and I could feel the tension in him ease, like that one touch broke through the armour he didn’t let anyone near.His eyes flickered in surprise, but they softened, the darkness in them shifting into something almost reverent.And then… My lips crashed into his, I kissed him.It was reckless, heat-of-the-moment insanity.It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t calculated. It was pure instinct— a pull I couldn’t fight. My lips pressed against his, tentative at first, testing the dangerous waters I swore I’d never drown in.For a second, Damon froze, as if the reality of me kissing him had stunned him into stillnessSomething dangerously close to hope flickered in his eyes—The space between us was charged — not wit
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 49: The Unraveling Night - Part 1
The music swelled around us, a decadent pulse that seemed to mock the tension simmering in the air. Damon’s smirk was lazy but his eyes— those infuriatingly piercing blue eyes— gleamed with something more dangerous.“Don’t be jealous, babygirl.” His voice was smooth, a low purr that slipped under my skin.“I’m not jealous,” I snapped, heat rushing to my face, but the way my voice caught made the lie sound paper-thin.He leaned in, close enough for his breath to graze my cheek. “Don’t worry, baby doll. She’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.”“Who is she then?” I challenged, folding my arms.His lips curved into an almost boyish grin, as though my interrogation amused him. “Amara,” he said casually.“Amara..?” I muttered.He chuckled, a sound that curled heat in my stomach. “Don’t worry your pretty little head… Amara’s nothing. She’s my half-sister.”I blinked, startled. “Half-sister?”The answer threw me off-balance. I had been prepared for almost anything but that.Half-sister?He
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