Lahat ng Kabanata ng KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Five years. Five years of biting down on pain, of clawing her way back from the brink, of forging herself anew in the fires of betrayal. Now, the time had finally arrived. The silence was over. Davina Parker was returning. She was coming back to the city that had once been her grave – the place where he had shattered her, piece by agonizing piece. Her dignity, her confidence, her very essence – all had been sacrificed on the altar of his cruelty. Every shadow in New York held a whisper of the past, a phantom limb ache of the betrayals, the humiliations, the relentless torment she had endured. It was where her soul had bled, her identity crushed beyond recognition, only to be reborn, cold and unyielding, carved from steel. But that place, the one that had ruined her, had also forged her. It had taken a girl who was soft and trusting and twisted her into an unbreakable force. The storm still raged within her, a clash between the past that haunted her and the future she was determined

Davina was too mentally preoccupied to concentrate on work. The weight of her thoughts pulled her down like invisible chains. After attending a few meetings in a haze, she decided to call it a day. With a few brief instructions to her secretary, she left the office.Her mansion —The Oak Grove Mansion on Wolseley Road, nestled in the affluent suburb of Point Piper, overlooked the ethereal view of Lady Martins Beach. A grand, three-story estate, it was a seamless fusion of opulence and timeless royalty.The exterior bore the regal charm of classical architecture, while the interiors exuded palatial elegance. The golden and creamy white theme ran like poetry through its walls. Every inch of the mansion whispered luxury— each curve, carving, and corner was a testament to painstaking craftsmanship and intricate design.The estate boasted a private beach, more than thirty rooms, two internal pools, and three shimmering external ones. Its lush garden surrounded a central fountain, echoing ser

“I… I’m sooo sorry… I… I didn’t know he was important. I thought he was just a stranger… Uhh his eyes..... I thought.... HE was here looking for me..... HIS Men.... I mean that guy was...... HIS man.... to take me back...... and that’s why.... uhh that's why.... I.... I was scared. He… he looks…”She turned her face toward Mr. Parker, her eyes wide with uncertainty, lips trembling as she swallowed the words she didn’t dare to speak. Her voice dropped to a whisper, softer than the silence in the room.“I hadn’t seen him before… I couldn’t recognize him. Is he… is he outside? If yes, then please… please ask him to come in. I want to apologize and thank him.”The room fell into stunned stillness. For the first time in years, Davina had initiated a conversation. Not out of compulsion. Not out of necessity. But from a place of fragile courage blooming in her heart. Mr. Parker blinked in disbelief before quickly replying, “It’s okay, Davi. You don’t need to force yourself. I’ll speak to him

After a ten-hour flight, they reached New York, where Mike had already arranged everything for her. He sent his men, who were not just bodyguards, but trusted shadows of his business empire, to receive her.The sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class Limousine he sent wasn’t just a ride— it was a message. Everything, down to the chilled water bottle of her favourite brand, the scent inside the car, and the precise air conditioning setting, screamed of his attention to detail.Every single staff member had been briefed about her moods, tantrums, silence, and quirky nature. They were told not to ask questions but to obey her and keep him updated— just make her feel safe.He knew her like no one else ever could. For more than four years, they had breathed in the same air. He’d seen every shade of her rage, laughter, arrogance, and shattering vulnerability.She didn’t have to speak for him to know what she needed. And he, the man with the devil’s reputation in business, turned into her silent pr

Michael rang the doorbell, but no one answered.Frustrated, overwhelmed with worry and fury, he banged on the door, loudly, still no response.At last, Mike used the key he’d gotten from the manager and let himself into the apartment. Silence greeted him, and an eerie stillness cloaked the space.But then, he saw her.Standing in the dark on the balcony, her back to him, her figure illuminated faintly by the city lights.Relief washed over him so violently that it almost brought him to his knees. The past 24 hours had drained him. Every scenario his mind conjured had tormented him— was she safe, was she hurt, was she okay?And now, she was right there.Leaning over the railing, headphones on her ears, completely unaware of his presence.Her wavy hair cascaded down her back, dancing gently with the breeze. She wore a thin yellow shirt, slightly oversized, tucked into tight white shorts that exposed her flawless milky legs and the curves he couldn’t ignore. He didn’t intend to ogle— but