All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Naina leaned forward, her hands twisting the tissue she held, impatience laced with dread. Her voice trembled, sharp yet pleading.“Shef… what do you mean it was worse after that? Where are you lost? Tell us… please.”Her words cut through the silence, desperate to pull Davina back from the hollow distance in her eyes. Jenny’s grip on Davina’s hand tightened, both women bracing themselves for the storm of truth they feared was coming.Davina sighed, her shoulders trembling as if the weight of memory pressed down on her chest. Her eyes drifted, hollow, lost in the shadows of the past.“It wasn’t Damon who made my life a living hell,” she whispered, her voice breaking.“It was her… Annaida. After that incident, Damon barely came. And when he did, it was only to check if I was still breathing. But Annaida…”Her words faltered, the name itself tasting like poison on her tongue. Jenny’s grip on her hand tightened, while Naina leaned forward, her face pale, bracing herself for what was comi

The morning of the award ceremony arrived cloaked in anticipation. Davina stood by the window, her fingers nervously tapping against the glass as she watched the city stir to life. Her gown had arrived hours ago, encased in velvet and secrecy, and now she waited — heart racing — for the stylist team to arrive.Jenny and Naina had already left, their roles clear: to ensure every thread of their plan was intact. Two trusted operatives had been assigned to oversee the ceremony’s format and sequence. It was a tightly orchestrated two-hour event — a celebration of successors, followed by a party to honor victory.But this was no ordinary award. Davina was being honored with the most prestigious accolade in the business world — a testament to her meteoric rise, her brilliance, and her unyielding resilience. It was her first award, her first true recognition, and the moment the world would finally see her — Davina Parker, the accomplished heir of the Parker Group.For decades, the Parker nam

For a heartbeat, everyone was frozen in stunned silence. Damon Knight’s sudden retreat, his smug grin fading as he walked away from the chaos he had ignited, left the air thick with tension. The brilliance of the evening had already been poisoned. Davina Parker stood stranded in the blaze of cameras, her pulse hammering, her composure unraveling as the reporters pounced.They surged forward like predators, voices sharp, questions fired one after another.“Ms. Parker, what just happened between you and Mr. Knight?”“Did he force himself on you?”"Does this mean you two are together?""Weren't there supposed to be a union between you and Mr. Bell?"“Are you confirming a relationship with Damon Knight?”“Was that kiss consensual?”"Answer our questions Ms. Parker."The barrage was relentless, microphones thrust toward her face, flashes blinding her vision. She tried to move, but the reporters blocked her path, their bodies forming a wall of demand. Her lips parted, but all she could mana

Davina believed, once again, Damon was playing dirty. The same old trick, the same cruel game. She braced herself, waiting for the lewd videos to appear on the screen — the ones he had used before to humiliate her, the ones that had nearly destroyed her life. That had to be his aim: to drag her down in front of the elite crowd, to strip her dignity away at the very height of her triumph.After everything she had unleashed upon Damon, it no longer surprised her that he would stoop this low, resorting to the same tired, dirty trick. Her heartbeat thudded violently in her chest, each pulse a reminder of the storm raging inside her.Yet outwardly, her face remained calm — aloof, composed, almost regal. The mask of serenity was flawless, but the chill in her eyes betrayed her. That distant wariness, sharp and cold, was impossible to hide.She had already prepared herself for the worst. She had the best team of advocates ready to strike back, armed with proof that every obscene clip was fab

The gala hall shimmered with golden light, violins weaving a haunting melody in the background as the crowd’s anticipation thickened. Conversations hushed when Davina appeared, her champagne‑gold silk gown with that scandalous slit revealed the curve of her thigh, the backless cut exposed her elegance with daring provocation, and the neckline dipped just enough to ignite whispers. She walked with deliberate grace toward the center stage, her heels clicking like a countdown.A prideful smirk tugged at her lips as she caught the mesmerized stares of men — their eyes devouring her — and the venomous glares of women, their envy sharp as daggers. Davina knew exactly what she was doing. She had dressed this way intentionally, a calculated strike after Damon’s possessive words earlier. If he wanted to claim her, she would push his buttons until he burned.Her plan was set. She had decided on one thing tonight, and before she could brace herself to act, her eyes locked onto a certain someone.