Todos os capítulos de KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

PASTShefali’s POVI went upstairs, and Alex handed me a glass of water, his hands gentle but his eyes still shadowed with concern. I took it without a word, my fingers trembling slightly as I brought it to my lips.The water tasted like nothing — cold, flat, distant — but I drank it anyway, because my throat was dry and my body felt like it was slowly collapsing in on itself. It was as if all the adrenaline that had surged through me earlier, all the raw, desperate energy that had pushed me to run down into that dungeon, to see Damon, to scream his name and pull him back from the edge of something monstrous — all of it had drained out of me the moment I stepped away from him.Now, I was just a shell, hollowed out and floating in a haze.But it wasn’t the blood. It wasn’t the broken body on the floor. It wasn’t even Damon’s fists, slick with crimson, or the way his eyes had gone blank with fury. That wasn’t what haunted me. That wasn’t what left me in this trance-like state.It was the

PAST Shefali’s POVAs I woke up, it was already past noon. The light filtering through the curtains was soft and golden, casting a warm glow across the room. My body felt lighter, more rested than it had in days.The pain in my limbs had dulled to a manageable ache, and the fog in my head had finally begun to lift. But the moment I reached across the bed and found the space beside me empty, a sudden chill crept through my chest. Damon was nowhere to be seen.I sat up slowly, and that’s when I noticed it — the oversized T-shirt I was wearing, unmistakably his. It hung loose on my frame, smelling faintly of his cologne and something uniquely him.At the bedside table, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice waited for me, along with a thermos, a plate of peeled oranges, blueberries, kiwi, dragon fruit, and a small bowl of mashed avocado.The sight made me smile — it was so Damon, so thoughtful, so quietly attentive. But even with all that, my heart ached for him.I needed to see him.

The next weeks passed in a blur of quiet intimacy and unspoken dread. Damon tried to work from home as much as he could, rearranging meetings, rescheduling calls, and even cancelling a few appearances just to be near me. He knew he’d be gone for three months soon — a long stretch of distance neither of us wanted to face. And I… I was already unraveling.I told him, more than once, how much I hated being alone. How the silence wasn’t peaceful for me — it was suffocating. I had lived with loneliness my whole life. At home, it was a constant companion. Even when surrounded by people, I felt unseen. Then Eva came into my life and filled that void with laughter and chaos and sisterhood. And when she left, Damon became my anchor. My oxygen. My everything.I knew he’d come back. I knew it wasn’t permanent. But the thought of waking up without him, of going to sleep without his arms around me, of not hearing his voice echo through the apartment — it made my chest tighten.I clung to him like

Jake didn’t answer immediately.I told him the recent events that bugged me.About the guy who attacked me at the boxing match, screaming that he’d seen my videos and thought I was a hooker. About the way guys at uni looked at me — hungry, judgmental, cruel. They never approached, but their eyes said enough.I told him about the conversation I overheard in the women’s washroom. A group of girls, barely acquaintances, gossiping with their friends.“You know there’s a girl in our course,” one said.“She’s from India. Works as an escort. Sleeps with rich men. Shoots videos. Performs live. Her videos are quite popular online. I heard she even slept with the professors and management for extra credit. I saw her walk to uni in the beginning. Now she arrives in various luxurious cars, accompanied by drivers or handsome men. Heard she has a few sugar daddies and sleeps with anyone who can get her to big-shot parties and designer bags, jewellery and all. Total slut.”I told him about the guy w

My heart leapt.Damon, I thought instantly. He must have sent something. A gift. A gesture. Maybe this was his way of bridging the silence between us. My lips curved into a faint smile, the kind that carried both relief and longing.I carried the package inside, setting it gently on the table as though it were something precious. My fingers brushed the card, and for a moment, I let myself believe. Believe that Damon had remembered me, that he had thought of me, that he still cared.But when I opened the box, the ground beneath me vanished.Inside was lingerie. My lingerie. Used. Torn, shredded, but still carrying the faint trace of my scent. I stared at it, frozen, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. I had thought the maids had thrown it away long ago. I was wrong.My chest tightened. My breath caught. Panic clawed at me, sharp and merciless. My hands trembled as I reached for the letter tucked inside, the paper shaking between my fingers.I didn’t want to read it. I