All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

PASTShefali's POV:The next few days passed quietly. Peaceful, yes — but incomplete.I missed him.I kept expecting a call, a message, anything. But Damon didn’t reach out. Not once.Instead, he sent back a few essentials — my laptop, books, notes, innerwears, and some clothes. All branded, all pristine. But none of them felt like mine. The dresses were oversized, baggy, deliberately chosen to cover me up.I laughed when I saw them. His possessiveness was showing. But it was also annoying. I couldn’t wear those to university — not without looking like I’d borrowed someone else’s wardrobe.I knew he’d done it on purpose.I tried calling him. He didn’t answer. I knew I had upset him, but I couldn’t just break the news to my parents or pick him over my parents. It had been five days since I’d seen him. Five days of silence. And it was making me restless.I was using my latest phone and SIM — both gifted by him. But I’d lied to everyone, saying I’d lost my old phone and broken my other,

PASTShefali’s POVMy parents had packed their bags.Waiting.Of course.When I needed them the most — they had to leave.“Dad…” I whispered.He looked at me — sad, disappointed. Like he couldn’t even meet my eyes.Did they know?Mumma cleared the air. “Baby, we’re really sorry. Something urgent came up at the company. We need to go handle it… or we might lose everything.”I was crushed.“What the hell is happening?” I snapped.“The man I love just shunned me. Let me get humiliated in front of his family and friends. And now my parent's are abandoning me.” I wondered.“Of course, your first baby, Nexure, comes first,” I said bitterly.“You promised me three months. At least one of you could’ve stayed. But no — the lovebirds can’t stay away from each other even for a day.”There was a silent conversation between my Mom and Dad as if they were hiding something.Dad looked really disappointed, and my Mom looked.... guilty?"Baby…” Dad started.But I interrupted him.“You said I was naive

“After everything that happened at work, I just needed to see you. I came to your place, but you were already gone. I tried calling, but… you’d blocked me. I couldn’t reach you.”He paused, his voice low, almost wounded.“And when I heard you were at the university today, I came myself. I had to.”He looked away for a moment, then back at me.“After what happened in the office..... I was disturbed baby. I was in a bad place. I didn’t want to drag you into any trouble or make things difficult for you. Before you came to see me at my company, I was going through a lot. And I was upset that you were not there with me, that I would have to wait for another three months to have you back. I didn’t want to add to your stress by saying all that or make things harder with your parents by calling or showing up unannounced. I figured staying away was the least I could do.”He paused, letting the words settle like a soft apology.“I know they’re protective— you’re their only child, and I respect t

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. What about his housemates?”“My men spoke with them. Three roommates, includ

“Are you worried about results? I wasn’t, until today’s class. Mr. Harris scared the hell out of me.”“Good luck, girl,” she said.“Two majors with Honors, and you’re chasing extra credit to impress the management and get your Master’s early. Overachiever much?”“Shut up,” I groaned.“It’s a five-year integrated course — two majors with a Master’s. But I want to finish early. And luckily I believe I can I have gained more credits than I had hoped. Also, Dami said I could do early graduation or even transfer to another university through an exchange program. Like he did. But he won’t let me go physically. Maybe online.”“Of course,” she said.“Mr. Possessive.”“I joined the coding and hacking clubs to earn extra credit,” I continued.“But it’s too much. Like Dami says, I bit off more than I can chew. It’s not even two years in, and they expect us to code like pros. Today is the first day after our holidays and they gave us a project to build a video game using UI models. And a hacking