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CHAPTER 59: Blood, Bruises, and Secrets - Part 1
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KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 59: Blood, Bruises, and Secrets - Part 2
But I knew better. She was whispering something. Probably “Congratulations.” But her lips brushed his cheek, and her eyes flicked sideways — locking onto me with a smirk that screamed challenge.The announcer called some bigshot from of boxing, who handed Damon the WBC International Heavyweight Title, congratulating and praising him.The crowd roared.Cameras flashed.But my eyes were fixed on Annaida’s hand on Damon. The way she clung to him and the victory smile plastered on her face. A challenging look in her eyes. Mocking me.I felt small. As if I were nothing. Like I didn’t belong in this world of flashing cameras and designer gowns. Which was the Ultimate Truth.Alex, standing beside me, noticed. He placed a hand gently on my shoulder, trying to ground me, distract me. But it didn’t help. My gaze was locked on Damon.And Damon… he saw it.He saw the way my bright, glowing face dimmed. He saw the way I shrank beneath Annaida’s smirk. He noticed Alex’s hand on my shoulder.And som
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 59: Blood, Bruises, and Secrets - Part 1
I held him.Tears streamed down my face as I cradled Damon in my arms, his body trembling, blood dripping from his mouth, his skin bruised in shades of purple and red.He was broken.Beaten.But victorious.His trainer rushed over with a first aid kit, dressing the gash above his brow, wrapping his ribs. Damon winced but didn’t complain. He just kept his eyes on me, like I was the only thing tethering him to this world.Fedric Brunetti had already been rushed to the hospital. He hadn’t moved since the knockout.Damon kissed me quickly, his lips warm despite the blood still drying on his skin. I wanted to hold him longer, to shield him from the chaos, but before I could say anything, the medics stepped in.“He needs to be checked immediately,” one of them said, already guiding him away.Damon didn’t resist. He looked at me once — a glance that said everything — then let himself be pulled toward the medics. His body was swaying, his steps uneven. The robe hung loosely off his shoulders,
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
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