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CHAPTER 66: The Illusion of Safety - Part 2
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KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 67: Blood in the Cellar
Then came the day of Damon’s match.He won, of course. It wasn’t even a challenge — a clean, easy victory.He left the ring to change, and I waited near the exit, trying to stay out of the crowd.That’s when it happened.A man — tall, broad, with a sickening grin — stepped in front of me, blocking my path.He leaned in close, his breath reeking of alcohol and something sour.“I’ve seen your videos,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.“How much for a night with me and my friends?”My blood ran cold.I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs.I looked around for Damon, for anyone — but he was nowhere in sight.I tried to step back, but the man grabbed my jacket, yanking me toward him.“Don’t play hard to get, are you worried that I can't afford you or that I won't pay you?” he sneered.“Fifty grand each. You’re not worth that much, but for a high-class whore like you? I’ll make an exception. Just tell me how those billionaires fucked this teen pussy.”His words were filth — thick
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 66: The Illusion of Safety - Part 3
I didn’t sleep that night.Not even for a moment.The video had embedded itself into my mind like a parasite, replaying in endless loops, each frame more disturbing than the last. I kept watching it over and over again, pausing at every second, zooming in on the edges, searching desperately for a glitch, a seam, a flicker — anything that would prove it was fake.Anything that would tell me it wasn’t me.But the robe the girl wore was mine — the same satin one Dami loved, the one I had worn just the moments ago.The room was unmistakably ours — the same lighting, the same headboard, the same throw blanket folded at the edge of the bed.And the voice… it sounded like mine. The breathy gasps, the soft moans, the whispered words — they were mine. Or at least, they could have been.The man in the video was faceless, always turned away or hidden in shadows. I didn’t recognize him. I had never touched him. Never kissed him. Never let him into my body or my life.And yet, the video told a diff
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 66: The Illusion of Safety - Part 2
Evening settled in quietly, the sky outside our apartment painted in soft hues of lavender and gold.Dami had already sent a car to pick me up. He’d flown to California earlier that day to visit his grandfather, leaving me alone in our space — the apartment that felt too big, too quiet without him.The moment I stepped inside, a wave of loneliness washed over me. The silence was unfamiliar. I missed him more than I expected.I slipped off my clothes, planning to take a long shower to shake off the day. But just as I reached for a towel, my phone buzzed.A video call.Dami.I smiled instinctively, heart fluttering, and grabbed the satin robe hanging from the nightstand — the one he always said made me look like trouble wrapped in silk.I tied it loosely around me, and answered the call.He was shirtless, lying on his bed, hair tousled from the flight, eyes heavy-lidded and mischievous. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast golden shadows across his collarbones, making him look like som
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 66: The Illusion of Safety - Part 1
PAST:Shefali’s POVIt had been weeks since I’d sat across from Naina like this — no deadlines hanging over us, no group projects, no half-eaten takeout containers between us. Just a quiet café, two mugs of coffee, and the kind of silence that only exists between people who’ve missed each other but don’t know how to say it.She was already at our usual table when I arrived, scrolling through her phone with that familiar furrow between her brows. When she looked up and saw me, her face softened — but there was something else in her eyes too.Curiosity. Concern. Maybe even suspicion."I missed you, you didn't call." she pouted and hugged me.I felt guilty for so many reasons before I could apologise or say anything, she continued.“You look… different,” she said, as I slid into the seat across from her.“Different how?”“Relaxed. Glowy. Like someone who’s either in love or just got back from a spa retreat in Bali.”I laughed. “Neither. Just… finally breathing again.”She raised an eyebr
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL Chapter 65: The Game Behind the Promise - Part 2
Damon said he’d help.But the way he said it — calm, calculated, too smooth — made something twist in my stomach.He didn’t ask for details.Didn’t ask what Rob had last said or where he’d last been seen.He just nodded, kissed my forehead, and said, “I’ll handle it.”And I believed him.Because I always did.But that night, I couldn’t sleep.I kept thinking about Rob — his easy smile, his stupid jokes, the way he always made sure I had water before studying, how he’d knock on my door just to ask if I’d eaten.He wasn’t just a friend.He was a constant.A quiet presence.A good one.And now he was gone.The next morning, Damon was already dressed — black shirt, sleeves rolled, phone in hand.“Any news?” I asked.He looked up, expression unreadable. “Not yet.”I hesitated. “Did you check with the university?”He nodded. “They’re useless. They won’t act unless it’s been seventy-two hours.”“It's already 72 hrs, maybe even more. What about his housemates?”“My men spoke with them. Three
KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL CHAPTER 65: The Game Behind the Promise - Part 1
PASTShefali’s POV Like he’d promised, Damon took me to the locked room.The fourth door.The one he’d winked at before.He didn’t say much — just opened it slowly, letting me step in first.And I did.I gasped.The room was… art.Dark, decadent, and hypnotic.Walls draped in crimson velvet. Mirrors on the ceiling and most of the walls, reflecting every angle, every breath. The lighting was low, tinted red, casting shadows that danced like secrets.It wasn’t just a room.It was a stage.A sanctuary.A playground.Shelves lined the walls — sleek, black, and gleaming. Stocked with things I didn’t even know existed. Silk restraints. Leather cuffs. Velvet blindfolds. Intricate harnesses. Sculpted toys in every shape and size. Some looked elegant. Some looked terrifying. All of them whispered one thing: submission.There was a chaise lounge in the center. A padded bench. A glass cabinet with polished steel instruments. A sound system embedded into the walls. The air smelled faintly of san
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