บททั้งหมดของ KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

******Chapter contains brutal violence*******The basement vibrated with urgency. Torture echoed from Rob’s cell, his screams mingling with the scuttling of mice.Upstairs, Jenny’s fingers flew across the keyboard, tracking signals, triangulating coordinates. Naina’s trembling hands clutched her phone, relaying updates from the search teams. Jacob had joined them, sitting beside Jenny, helping her while working on his task, determined to find Davina.Damon stood in the center of it all, his heart pounding, his mind a battlefield of rage and fear. He was a man on the edge — torn between violence and strategy, between vengeance and desperation.And beneath it all, one thought pulsed like a drumbeat:Find her. Save her. Or burn the world down trying.Every second felt like a blade against Damon’s throat.He inhaled sharply as he reached the cell. Alex had already ordered the men to clear out the mice and spiders, but the stench of rot lingered.Rob noticed Damon standing outside. His h

Damon reached the upper floor, his steps heavy, his mind a storm of fury and calculation. Michael was waiting along with others, his expression taut.“I thought you’d be covered in blood when we heard the screams,” Michael said quietly.“That’s why I didn’t let the boys come out. Eva kept them occupied along with her kids.”Damon’s jaw tightened.“Apologies for the mess," he spoke, annoyed."I’ll check on the boys. By the time I’m back, be ready with all the updates.”He spoke in general and walked toward the children’s room. The moment his little boys saw him, they rushed forward, clinging to his legs, their small arms wrapping around him.“Dada… where’s Mumma? And Inu baby? Dadda…” Their voices cracked, tears spilling down their cheeks.It took time — too much time — for Damon to calm them, to convince them that he would find their baby sister, that their mother would return. Their trust was absolute, their faith unshaken. Damon vowed silently, fiercely, that he would stand up to tha

The Knight Tower loomed in the distance, its glass façade shimmering under the city lights like a fortress of steel and ambition. Damon’s empire was never truly empty; even at night, some staff moved through its corridors, maintaining the machinery of power. But Annaida knew the building inside out.Over the years, she had memorized every access point, every password, every blind spot in the surveillance system. The staff respected her, recognized her face, and never questioned her presence. That familiarity was her weapon.She drove the car toward the back gate. The automated security system scanned the vehicle’s license plate, cross‑referencing it against Knight Group’s internal database. The system flagged it as authorized. The gate slid open without hesitation. Annaida smirked. It was too easy.She parked deliberately in the management lot, a section reserved for senior executives. It wasn’t random — it was calculated. Damon would be notified that a vehicle had entered through the

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional murmur. Damon sat hunched on the couch, Davina’s phone clutched in his hand like a relic. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. For hours he had tried, failed, tried again. Each failed attempt was a dagger twisting deeper into his chest.Then, finally, the screen lit up.A smile — rare, dangerous, almost feral — spread across his face. The phone had unlocked. The eight‑digit password was cruel irony: their birth dates, their children’s birthdays, the day he had confessed his love in the hospital, and the day she had escaped his prison.Dates that defined their lives, their love, their destruction. Even after years, she hadn’t let go of him. That realization was both salvation and torment.Hope flickered in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, if he fought hard enough, he could bring her back. Bring them back. A family again.But the phone was more than a lifeline. It was a mirror r

Annaida’s face twisted into a mask of feral rage. Davina’s words — sharp, confident, defiant — had pierced her like daggers. Humiliation burned through her veins, and in her frenzy, she ripped the gun from one of her men, her hands trembling with fury. She aimed it directly at Davina, her finger twitching on the trigger.Davina froze, her body tightening around Inara, shielding her daughter with every ounce of strength she had left. Her heart pounded, but her eyes remained locked on Annaida’s, refusing to give her the satisfaction of fear.That was the exact moment Damon witnessed.He had just reached the sixtieth floor, slipping into the shadows with Alex at his side. The sight before him was a nightmare carved into reality. His blood boiled, his vision blurred red. Every muscle in his body screamed to move, to tear through the room and slaughter every man who dared to touch her.But Alex’s grip was iron. He had to physically restrain Damon, his arms locked around him, whispering urg