All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Jenny’s voice carried through the room, sharp and animated as she spoke into her phone. Davina sat nearby, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her mind far away.A gnawing unease had taken root in her gut, one she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried. She told herself it was nerves, that the approaching gala was the reason for her dread. But the feeling refused to subside.Her thoughts spiraled. Every plan she had made to vanquish Damon felt flimsy now, like a child’s play compared to the monstrous power he wielded. The idea of facing the world overwhelmed her. She still feared large crowds, and at the gala every eye would be on her.Worst of all, Damon already knew she was Davina Parker. He might have already prepared his strike. What if he released those videos from five years ago — the ones that had chained her to humiliation — right there at the gala? What if he used them to control her again, to capture her in front of everyone?The fear pressed down on her chest, suffoc

It was early morning when Naina and Jenny were jolted awake by Davina’s screams. Her voice tore through the apartment, laced with fury and panic.“What the fuck have you two done!” she yelled, pacing the room like a storm.“I told you not to drag Alex into this mess — or any top‑notch people! What have you both done? I wanted Damon off my back, and now this… this mess just cleared him. It victimized him! It shows Annaida cheated on him all this while, if people even believed they were a thing!”Her words were sharp, her hands trembling as she pulled at her hair.Davina had woken up early, restless, unable to contain her excitement after seeing Annaida’s post confirming her relationship with Damon. It had pinched her heart, yes, but she had been ecstatic too — finally, Damon would stop claiming her as his wife, stop forcing her hand.Wheels had been turning in her head, plotting how she could twist this news to her advantage. She had even planned to call her lawyers, especially after h

Hours earlier,The hall was alive with anticipation. Reporters shuffled their notes, photographers adjusted their lenses, and the hum of whispered speculation filled the air. Everyone knew this press meet would be monumental. Annaida Davenport, the international model crowned Miss Global Elegance, was about to speak.Annaida had prepared herself with meticulous care. She had chosen a gown that shimmered like liquid silver, her hair styled into waves that framed her face with effortless perfection. Every detail was calculated — the shade of her lipstick, the subtle sparkle of her earrings, the way her heels clicked against the marble floor. She wanted the world to see her not just as a star, but as a woman worthy of Damon Knight.Inside, her heart raced with excitement. Today, she would announce what she had always dreamed of: she was Damon’s fiancée. The title of Mrs. Knight meant everything to her. It was not just about love — it was about power, recognition, and immortality in the e

PASTShefali's POV:I thought that was it.All I saw was darkness. Unlike the last time, there was no light, no comforting flashbacks, no fragments of memory to cling to. Just numbness. Then pain. Then numbness again.I felt bad for my baby — my baby who would never see the world. Maybe that was for the best. Because even if I had survived, after what Damon wanted those men to do to me, I would have ended my life myself. His smirk haunted me, that evil curve of his lips etched into my mind. And Annaida’s voice — sharp, cruel — ordering the security men:“Have fun with her, guys, and dispose of her with the trash.”Damon didn’t object. He wasn’t furious. He didn’t stop her. He just smirked. The same man who once broke other men’s bones for even looking at me wrongly… smirked when Annaida condemned me.I had no clue how long I was unconscious. When I woke, my whole body ached, trembling under the weight of fear. My mind clawed at the possibility — had they? Did they really…? I couldn’t

Jenny’s whole body trembled, her hands shaking uncontrollably as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her voice cracked, raw with anguish, each word sounding like it was torn from her throat.“Davi… what exactly did he do that day?” she whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer.“Was that why you were hospitalized? What do you mean… that wasn’t the worst?”Her question hung in the air like a blade, heavy and suffocating. The silence that followed was thick with dread, pressing down on all of them. Jenny’s eyes searched Davina’s face, desperate yet terrified, as if bracing herself for a truth too cruel to bear.Davina sighed, her words trembled, her eyes hollow and distant, but she pressed on, her voice painting the scene as if it were unfolding before their eyes.“It was the day everything.....changed.... something shifted” she began, her tone heavy with sorrow.“I can still feel it........... the smell of that cell, the coldness of the chains, the sound of his boots echoing against the