All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I stood beside the table near the pool, the candlelight flickering across my skin, casting gold against velvet. The music was soft, slow, seductive— like it had been chosen for this moment alone.Damon had already stripped and waited in the water, half-submerged, his gaze fixed on me with a hunger that made my pulse stutter.I didn’t rush.First, I slipped off my heels, one at a time, letting them fall with a soft clink against the stone. Then, with deliberate grace, I reached behind my neck and unclasped the delicate lariat necklace, letting it slide down my chest like a whisper. The earrings followed, set aside with care, as if I were shedding pieces of armor.His eyes never left me.I met his gaze, holding it, letting him feel every second of the slow unraveling. My fingers found the side of the dress, teasing the slit wider as I shifted my stance— just enough for him to glimpse the red lace thong beneath. I could feel the tension ripple off him like heat. Then, with a slow roll o

Alex chuckled, “Damon’s been… quiet lately. Focused.”“Of course, he’s got a match to win,” I said. “Just a few days from now, isn’t it?”Alex’s expression shifted. “Yeah. About that… It's not really a final match. It is….”He sighed, leaning forward, voice dropping. “You know who he’s fighting, right?”I shook my head. “Not really.”“Fedrick Brunetti.”I still didn’t have any idea who that was or what that meant.Alex continued, “He’s Damon’s biggest rival. The only man who’s ever beaten him, during Damon’s earlier boxing career, and that defeat was nasty, brutal. Damon was hospitalised, his condition was severe. And Brunetti didn’t just win — he humiliated Damon. He is a nasty guy. Wicked. He would bend the rules for his victory.”Alex&rsqu

Brunetti struck first— a vicious right hook that cracked across Damon’s jaw, snapping his head to the side with a force that made the entire arena flinch.The sound of it echoed like a gunshot. Damon staggered, his footing faltering, but he didn’t fall. He steadied himself, eyes narrowing, and answered with a flurry of punches— jab, cross, a brutal body shot—but Brunetti absorbed them like a beast made of iron.He didn’t flinch.He didn’t bleed.He just smiled.They circled each other like predators, fists flying with lethal intent.Blood came early.Damon’s lip split open, a crimson line trailing down his chin. Then came the uppercut— savage, merciless —slamming into Damon’s jaw and sending him crashing to the mat.I screamed, my voice raw, my heart lurching into my throat.The crowd gasped in unison, a wave of shock rippling through the arena.But Damon rose.Too fast.Too proud.Blood smeared across his face, one eye already swelling shut. He didn’t look at the referee. He didn’t l

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 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 somethin

PASTShefali's POV:My parents.Dad was impatiently standing near the entryway, and Mom was seated on the couch, her head in her hands, looking worried and tired.I dropped Damon’s hand instinctively.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The last time we’d talked, I’d lied. Said I was fine. Said I was working late. Said I was always at home, busy studying.Damon stepped in behind me, silently giving me the courage to take a step forward.I stepped inside.“Mumma?” I called.She turned, eyes widening. “Shifu!”She ran to me, arms wrapping around me tightly. “Where were you? We were so worried!”Dad joined her; relief washed over his face. “You didn’t answer your phone, baby. We thought something had happened. Baby, we were so worried…”I didn’t let him finish.“I’m fine, Daddy…” I whispered. “I was just… uhh…. with a friend.”I lied.And I knew the moment I said it — I’d made a mistake.I side-glanced at Damon.His expression changed instantly.Was he pissed?Of course he was.He had just d