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

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

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

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

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

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