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CHAPTER 58: The Ring and the Rage
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KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 58: The Ring and the Rage
Then came the day of the match.Damon had left early with his trainer, long before the sun rose. I didn’t even hear him go. Alex had promised to bring me along later — said Damon wanted me rested, calm, untouched by the chaos of the arena.But I wasn’t calm.I was tense. Worried. Praying.I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curled around the promise ring Damon had given me, whispering silent pleas to whatever god would listen. That he would win. That he would be safe. That he wouldn’t come back broken.I knew what this fight meant.It wasn’t just a title match. It was a reckoning.The WBC International Heavyweight Title was on the line — the belt Damon should’ve claimed, but didn’t. Because he never showed up for the semi-finals. All because of me.Tonight’s match was designed for brutality.And I was terrified, counting each minute.And finally it was time, Alex waited for me in the foyer, dressed in a sleek black suit, his expression unusually serious. He didn’t tease. Didn’t flir
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 57: The Unexpected Visitor
I opened the door, expecting Damon.But it wasn’t him.It was Alex.And for a moment, the world tilted.He stood there, leaning against the doorframe. His brown shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, his hair tousled just enough to look effortless, and that signature smirk — the one that made people forget their own names — curled at the corner of his lips.“Shefali?” he said, blinking.“Holy hell… you’re here?”I nodded, stunned. “Alex?”He laughed, stepping forward. While his eyes scanned me from head to toe,“I thought I was at the wrong mansion for a second.” He teased. “You— wow. You look… different.”I was still wearing one of Damon’s oversized white shirts and a denim shorts — soft, and barely mid-thigh. I hadn’t bothered with makeup. My hair was messy from the shower. But Alex kept looking at me like I was something rare. Something exquisite.Alex’s gaze lingered on the ring, the promise ring glinting on my finger.“So…. it’s true,” he murmured.“You and Damon… Hmm… Not bad.”I
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 56: The Quiet Before Midnight - Part 2
A maid came soon and helped me reach my room.I lay in bed that evening, staring at the ceiling, wrapped in his shirt and my own thoughts. The soup the maid had brought sat untouched on the tray beside me. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t even angry anymore. Just… hollow.Damon hadn’t come back after our conversation. He’d walked away, and I hadn’t seen him since. I knew he was upset — maybe even hurt — but so was I. I hadn’t meant to trigger anything by mentioning Alex. I was just… lonely. And curious. And maybe a little nostalgic.I missed talking to someone who wasn’t Damon.Not that I didn’t love being with him. I did. I adored him. But he was intense. All-consuming. And sometimes, I needed air. I needed someone who didn’t look at me like I was the centre of the universe, but looked at me like a friend. Someone who could make me laugh without making me blush. Someone who didn’t carry the weight of my world on his shoulders.I missed Eva. I missed Naina. I missed my parents too.I sighed
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 56: The Quiet Before Midnight - Part 1
I used to believe that love was something you earned — something you chased, something you proved yourself worthy of. But with Damon, it was different. Love wasn’t loud. It didn’t scream or demand. It was quiet. It was in the way he held my towel before I even reached for it. In the way he kissed my temple when I was buried in spreadsheets. In the way he watched me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.I was in a daze most days — a soft, golden haze that wrapped around me like silk. Damon was everywhere. He was the warmth in my shower, the arms that wrapped around me when I studied, the voice that murmured “you’re doing great” when I doubted myself. He was obsessive, yes. Possessive, absolutely. But he was also impossibly tender.He couldn’t keep his hands off me. And I didn’t want him to.Even the simplest things — brushing my hair, helping me dress — turned into hours of stolen kisses and whispered promises. Even while washing me, he couldn’t resist — his han
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 55: Our First Forever - Part 2
The world seemed to tilt beneath me. Every trace of colour drained from my face. My heart thudded painfully, but it wasn’t love— it was terror.I wriggled, shaking my head in disbelief, but he held me tighter, gripping my shoulder and waist hard but not enough to hurt.“Baby, calm down….. Now you tell me why I would do anything to harm you. Baby, tell me honestly where you harmed in any way?”I shook my head. I was not yet ready to spill the beans.He just sighed and carried me straight into the bathroom, ignoring my half-hearted protests. The tub was already filled, steam curling in the air, scented oils floating on the surface.“You planned this?” I asked, blinking at him.“Of course.” His tone was smug, but his eyes were gentle.“My girl deserves to be cared for and pampered, especially after a long night.”Before I could argue, he set me down carefully on the stool and knelt in front of me. His fingers traced the edge of the blanket I still clung to.“Lii…” his voice dropped, softe
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 55: Our First Forever - Part 1
I woke to the warmth of sunlight brushing across my face and to the weight of his arm draped across me, heavy and protective, as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. His chest rose and fell against my side, steady and warm, and for a moment I just lay there, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.My body ached faintly— places I didn’t know could ache, but it wasn’t unpleasant — it was a reminder of the night that had changed everything. An ache that reminded me of every kiss, every whispered word, every time he’d been impossibly gentle and impossibly relentless all at once.Heat rushed to my cheeks as flashes of last night stole into my mind. The way his lips had claimed mine until I forgot where I ended and he began. The way he’d looked at me, as though I wasn’t just a girl but something fragile, precious.His.I just sat biting my lip, carefully, I turned, studying his face. The sharpness of his jawline, softened by sleep. The dark lashes resting against his skin. The faint
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