All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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CHAPTER 82: Lines That Change Everything

PASTShefali’s POVMy heart thudded so violently I thought it might break free from my chest. My hands trembled as I tore open the first pregnancy kit, the sterile plastic feeling heavier than it should. I poured the sample, my breath shallow, my pulse roaring in my ears. The seconds stretched into eternity. I could hear the faint hum of the ceiling fan, the distant traffic outside, even the sound of Naina’s impatient tapping on the desk.And then, finally, the result appeared.Negative.I exhaled sharply, as though I had been holding my breath for days. Relief washed over me in a wave so strong I nearly collapsed.“See? I told you. Not pregnant,” I sighed, forcing a weak smile, clinging to the fragile hope that my nightmare was over.But Naina wasn’t convinced. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Take another one. Just for my satisfaction.”I wanted to refuse. I wanted to throw the kits away, bury the thought, pretend this moment had never happened. But her insiste

CHAPTER 83: The Weight of Fate

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the weight of the night before still pressed heavily against my chest. My body felt fragile, my mind restless, and yet there was a strange clarity in the fog of despair. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, my fingers shaking as though the device itself carried the burden of my choices. I didn’t hesitate long. I quickly booked my ticket to India — scheduled just a day before my birthday.The decision felt impulsive, reckless even, but at the same time it was the only thing that made sense. I needed distance. I needed clarity. I needed my parents. Their voices, their presence, their wisdom — all of it had become a lifeline in my imagination. I longed for the comfort of home, for the familiarity of their embrace, for the strength I knew I would find in their guidance.University wasn’t a concern. Damon had made sure everything was available online — my classes, my lectures, my submissions, all accessible with a click. The infrastructure

CHAPTER 84: Shadows Before Departure - Part 1

PASTShefali’s POVWe left Naina’s place together in the late morning. She was driving to MIT, her future unfolding brightly before her, while mine felt like it was collapsing into shadows. She dropped me at Damon’s apartment, and before she left, we hugged tightly.I tried my best not to cry, but the tears came anyway. I blamed the pregnancy hormones for turning me into a fragile crybaby, but deep down I knew it wasn’t just that. It was grief. It was heartbreak. It was the hollow ache of knowing I was leaving behind everything I had once believed was my world.Barely three hours after I returned, I threw myself into packing. The suitcases I had ordered arrived, their presence both practical and symbolic — containers for my escape, vessels for my severed ties. I had already made up my mind: I would only take what was truly mine. The things I had bought with my own money, the gifts from my parents, the tokens from Naina, my books, my notes, the essentials that carried pieces of my ident

CHAPTER 84: Shadows Before Departure - Part 2

The thought pierced me like a blade. My chest tightened, my pulse raced. I imagined him kicking me out, discarding me like the promises he had already broken. It shouldn’t have mattered — I could go to the airport, wait for my flight, leave this place behind. But the thought of him rejecting me again, of him pretending nothing was wrong, pinched my heart until I could barely breathe.And if he had truly come back, if he was here in this room, then one thing was certain: Alice had betrayed me. She must have told him.Otherwise, why would he be here now, just before my departure?He should have been with Annaida, celebrating his birthday with the woman he claimed to love. Not here. Not with me.I lay there in the darkness, trembling, torn between longing and fear. My mind replayed the awful nights when I had called him, texted him, waited endlessly for him to return with an explanation. He never came. He never answered. He never cared.And yet, now, on the cusp of leaving, I felt him ag

CHAPTER 85: The Hollow Surrender - Part 1

PASTShefali’s POVBy the time I woke, it was already noon — 12 p.m. The sunlight spilling through the curtains felt harsh, almost accusatory, reminding me how drained and hollow I had become. My body ached, it felt heavy, my mind was fogged, my spirit exhausted, and though the day had barely begun for the world outside, for me it already felt like the weight of an entire lifetime pressing down. I had no strength left to resist anything anymore.Damon was nowhere to be seen. The silence of the room pressed against me, heavy and suffocating, and I wondered if he had already left. A part of me felt relieved, another part abandoned all over again.I remembered last night when the clock struck midnight — the way he whispered “Happy birthday” against my lips, each kiss carrying that refrain like a ritual. And then, when we reached our climax together, it was overwhelming, enthralling, a storm that swallowed me whole. I was so lost in the moment, so consumed by the intensity of it, that I c

CHAPTER 85: The Hollow Surrender - Part 2

The spread was overwhelming.Cheese balls, his signature mashed potatoes with herbs, grilled sandwiches, berries, fruit platters, scrambled eggs topped with melted cheese. My favorite white sauce pasta with extra jalapeños and green olives. Juicy chicken steak tossed in butter and herbs, its aroma so tempting I had to look away. A bowl of sautéed vegetables — broccoli, mushrooms, corn, peppers — topped with grated feta and cottage cheese.Healthy, colorful, delicious.I sat down, my stomach growling again. Damon chuckled, teasing me. “Baby, dig in. I can tell you’re starving.”We ate quietly, calmly, both suppressing the emotions that churned beneath the surface. Each bite was delicious, but heavy with unspoken words. He knew something was wrong. I knew something was coming. Neither of us addressed it.At last, once we were almost done, Damon cleared his throat.“Alice mentioned you’ve started having lots of cheesy food. That’s why I made everything greasy. Do you want to try one piece

CHAPTER 86: Dressed for the Undoing - Part 1

PASTShefali’s POVNot long after Damon left, Alice walked in, followed by a small entourage of women carrying elegant boxes wrapped in satin ribbons. I knew what this was. They had come to dress me.I didn’t want it. I didn’t ask for it. But I was too weak to argue. Too hollow to resist. They were just doing their job, following instructions. If I couldn’t take a stand in front of Damon, there was no point in creating a scene in front of these strangers.Maybe this was his farewell gift. Or maybe it was something else — something that would change my life.Alice guided them to the bedroom, and I followed, silent, numb. One of the women — the same one who had dolled me up on my last birthday — opened a black box tied with a white ribbon. Inside lay a delicate ivory dress, folded with reverence.“Mrs. Knight, I hope you don’t mind that I opened your gift,” she said, her voice warm, almost brimming with excitement.“Mr. Knight selected this for you and had it altered. He gave us very spe

CHAPTER 86: Dressed for the Undoing - Part 2

It took around an hour in the traffic to reach the venue. Manhattan’s bustling streets blurred past the tinted windows, the city alive with horns, chatter, and the restless rhythm of December. By the time we reached the outskirts, the sun was already dipping low, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose.The driver slowed as we approached a secluded hall — intimate yet grand, hidden away from the chaos of the city. It was perched on a quiet rise, overlooking the skyline, the sunset casting golden light across its white stone walls.The hall itself was breathtaking. Its architecture was timeless, with tall arched windows that caught the fading light, and ivy climbing gracefully along its edges. Lanterns flickered to life along the pathway, their glow soft and inviting, as though the place was holding its breath for something monumental.The driver opened the door for me, and I stepped out, my heels clicking against the cobblestone. My stomach twisted with nerves, but my eyes widened

CHAPTER 86: Dressed for the Undoing - Part 3

I stood with my parents, waiting for the video to resume. But it remained frozen, the screen locked on a smiling image of my younger self. Confused, I stepped back toward the spot where I had first stood. As soon as my heels clicked against the same place, the video flickered back to life.It made me smile despite myself. What kind of technique did this man use? I wondered. Even in his absence, Damon’s tricks were everywhere, weaving themselves into the fabric of the evening.The images shifted, moving from my childhood into my teenage years. There I was in my basketball jersey, clutching my championship trophy, my smile radiant, my body slimmer, shorter, full of life. For a fleeting moment, envy stabbed me — envy of my own past, of the girl who looked so happy, so unburdened. But it vanished quickly. What sense was there in envying a version of myself that no longer existed?My eyes wandered, searching for Damon. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him. I wanted to see his face, to feel

CHAPTER 87: The Stage of Ruin - Part 1

PASTShefali’s POV“Dami… what is wrong with you? Is this some kind of prank? Please, don’t… just stop it. My parents and professors are here… you can’t just display our intimate moments like this. It doesn’t look cute anymore… it looks awful.”My voice cracked, my words dissolving into sobs. I was a crying mess, wiping my tears with trembling hands, desperate for him to understand how wrong this was. My mind wasn’t ready to process the truth — that this wasn’t a mistake, that Damon’s intention was to brutalize me, to annihilate my life piece by piece.His face was indifferent, cold, detached. On the screen behind him, the video showed me kissing him, edited to look as though I was seducing him. But I knew the truth. That was the night he had invited me to his party, the night I had been drugged, the night he had taped me without my consent. My stomach twisted.Was that his plan all along?To record me, to threaten me, to use my love as a weapon against me?My mind buzzed, spinning out

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