บททั้งหมดของ KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

The Knight Mansion was cloaked in uneasy silence. Damon sat sprawled on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone with sparkling eyes that betrayed unhinged anticipation. His body was bandaged, wounds freshly dressed, whip marks visible across his upper torso. Yet there was no exhaustion in him — only a restless energy, a predator waiting for the next move.At the bar counter, Alex tried to calm Ryan, who was already drowning himself in liquor, chugging one glass after another. The atmosphere wasn’t peaceful, but it wasn’t chaotic either — a fragile balance that could shatter at any moment.The balance broke when Michael stormed in.He looked furious, disheveled, half the buttons of his shirt undone, his hair a mess as if he had just rolled out of bed. His pace was quick, his rage palpable. He stopped abruptly in front of Damon, grabbing his collar, raising his fist to punch.But Damon was faster. He blocked the blow, though a faint whimper escaped his lips as his inju

Coming back had always felt like a necessary evil, a step she had braced herself for, even prepared to accept as the decision that might ruin her life entirely. She had told herself she was ready for failure, ready to lose everything, even to be defeated — so long as she gave a good fight. But what she faced now was nothing like the battle she had anticipated.Every step since her return dragged her deeper into a timeless loop, a maze without an exit. Her head throbbed with a relentless ache, each pulse of pain echoing the chaos inside her mind. It wasn’t the defeat she had imagined, the kind where wounds are visible and scars are worn like proof of survival. Instead, it was a labyrinth of betrayal, secrets, and half‑truths — a place where every turn revealed another deception, another shadow waiting to consume her.The so‑called victory she carried with her — the title of CEO, the empire handed over, destruction of the reputations of her nemesis — felt hollow. It wasn’t a triumph. It

Damon chuckled, the sound low and unsettling, as Alex relayed the message.“So instead of just calling me directly, she asked her assistant to contact you, who then asked my PA to schedule a meeting with me. And she demanded to meet her kids.”He shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Interesting. Very interesting.”For a moment, he leaned back, considering the request. Then his lips curved into a smirk.“Tell her she can meet the kids at Eva's place. Whenever or wherever she wants, I’ll meet her there to talk. If she’s uncomfortable, Eva can bring the kids to Nic’s penthouse. Technically, that place belongs to both me and her. She hasn’t accepted it yet, but I’ve already put it in Davina Parker’s name. And now she knows that brother is me.”His voice carried a strange mix of triumph and anticipation.“Yes… tell her we’ll meet there. Eva will bring the kids.”The thought of seeing his children made Damon’s chest tighten with a rare, almost human excitement. He had wondered

“See, no DNA test needed. They’re like him. Didn’t even bother turning back to look at Mike. I can’t believe they just accepted Damon like that…” Naina muttered under her breath, but loud enough for Alex to hear.Alex smirked, her words echoing the very thought that had crossed his mind.Davina’s glare shot toward Naina, sharp and unforgiving.How dare she call her children thankless, opportunists?Yet, beneath her fury, Davina couldn’t deny the sting of truth. The way her kids had reacted — so quick, so eager — surprised her, angered her, and terrified her all at once.Her fists clenched as she watched Damon’s affectionate exchange with the children. Every smile, every giggle, every touch felt like a dagger twisting deeper into her chest. She wanted to snatch her kids away, to run, to shield them from Damon’s shadow. But surrounded by Damon and his people, escape was impossible. Her mind raced, plotting, searching for a way out.“Mamma…” Inara’s sweet voice pulled her back.Davina’s

“WHAT THE FUCK, Damon…” Davina muttered, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief.Damon stood in the doorway, pulling forward a man so battered he barely resembled himself. One eye swollen shut, nose broken, both arms twisted unnaturally, his body limping, two teeth missing, shirt soaked in blood. The sight was grotesque, unbearable.This was why Damon hadn’t wanted the children present. He didn’t want them to see this side of him — the violence, the brutality, the mercilessness that defined him.Davina’s breath caught, horror flooding her veins.“Damon… what have you done to him? He’s my company’s VP! You can’t just torture him out of spite, or to blackmail me. This is a crime! At least take him to a hospital, you demon....... for God’s sake. He’s bleeding, his arm… it’s twisted in a way it shouldn’t be…”Her voice cracked as she rushed forward, panic overtaking her fury.“Rob… can you hear me?” she whispered, kneeling, her hands trembling as she reached for him.But Damon was qu