All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Annaida wore white, but not the kind that begged purity. No, this was defiance stitched in lace. The gown clung to her like a secret — the bodice sculpted with boning that framed her heavy breasts like they were carved from marble, delicate floral lace trailing over flawless fair skin. Thin straps kissed her shoulders, and the sheer panels teased just enough to make you wonder what was hidden beneath. It was almost cruel, how the dress knew her body better than anyone ever had.Her waist — impossibly tiny — cinched the gown into a shape that made every woman in the room sit straighter, and every man forget who they came with. The skirt flowed like water over her wide hips, parting at the thigh in a slit that revealed strappy heels and legs that didn’t need permission to be admired.And her face — God, her face. Dark blonde waves framed it like a halo dipped in sin. Hazel‑green eyes, sharp and soft all at once, scanned the room with the kind of calm that only comes from knowing you’ve a

My voice cracked, trembling with denial, but Damon’s grip only tightened, dragging me closer until pain shot through my scalp. His eyes burned with a fury that silenced every shred of hope.“Because a whore like you doesn’t get to dictate me,” he spat, each word laced with venom.“I decide. I call the shots. Did you really think after humiliating me you could just walk away? You don’t end us Lii — I do.”His tone was cold, merciless, and yet brimming with pride. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.“You talk of love, of promises, of forever… but all I see is betrayal. You thought you could play me, twist me, and then beg for mercy? No. You’ll learn what it means to be erased.”The impatience in his eyes was unmistakable — annoyance, irkness, a cruel satisfaction. He wasn’t asking for explanations. He wasn’t searching for truth. He was delivering judgment.His grip tightened further, forcing me to meet the fire in his eyes. Fury radiated from him, but beneath it was somethin

Jenny’s voice broke the silence, fragile but insistent, her words trembling as though she feared the answer.“Shifu… did they… did those men do something? The security guys… like Annaida asked?”Naina’s head snapped toward her, eyes narrowing, but Jenny’s question hung heavy in the air. Davina just shook her head slowly, her silence carrying more weight than words. Jenny exhaled sharply, relief flooding her face as she hugged Davina tighter, wiping her own tears before speaking again — this time with a rush of thoughts that had been clawing at her mind.“Shifu, I don’t get it. Why was Eva silent when all of that happened? Did Ryan threaten her? She was always the kind of girl who would stand by you through thick and thin. Even if you were wrong, she’d defend you in public and scold you in private. That’s who she was. So why… why didn’t she say anything? Why didn’t she move?”Jenny’s voice cracked, confusion bleeding into anger.“From what you’ve told us, and from what I’ve pieced toget

Davina’s eyes glistened as she continued."Once we reached Australia, I was far from being in the right state of mind. I moved through those days like a living corpse, obeying instructions without thought, simply existing rather than living. My grandpa, seeing how fragile I was, introduced me to his old friends — Mr. and Mrs. Marshall. They were both doctors. Mr. Marshall was a renowned psychiatrist, specializing in trauma recovery and post‑traumatic stress counselling, while Mrs. Marshall was a gynecologist with additional expertise in clinical nutrition and women’s health. She also worked as a mental‑wellbeing coach, guiding patients through lifestyle therapy, diet regulation, and emotional resilience. Together, they became my pillars. With their care, I wasn’t just treated medically — I was nurtured holistically, body and mind.Under their care, I was placed on a strict regimen. I took prescribed medications to stabilize my body, followed a carefully monitored diet plan to restore

The afternoon sun streamed through the wide windows, casting a warm glow across the dining table where the three women sat. Plates had been cleared, coffee cups lingered, and laughter still echoed faintly from their earlier banter. Jenny leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief, while Naina tapped her fingers against her laptop, barely containing her excitement.“Shifu,” Jenny began, her tone playful, “you won’t believe what we’ve been up to while you were snoring away like Sleeping Beauty.”Naina grinned, chiming in, “We’ve practically turned into detectives. Ryan and Eva’s lives are an open book now, and Jenny’s been digging into Annaida and Amara like a hawk. You should’ve seen the files we pulled together.”Davina’s smile faltered, her brows knitting as she sat straighter.“Detectives, huh? And all while I was wasting half a day in bed.” Her voice sharpened, scolding but tinged with frustration.“Do you two even realize how important each day is for me right now? The gala i