Semua Bab KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Bab 41 - Bab 50

PAST:Shefali's POV:The bass from the club’s grand speakers throbbed in my chest, mingling with the effects of the alcohol swirling in my bloodstream. I was tipsy— more than tipsy — and fast losing my patience.I couldn’t make sense of anything they were saying. Bran’s incessant voice grated against my ears, each syllable sounding like nails on a chalkboard. The more he talked about “Damon” or “Demon”— whoever the hell he was— the more irritated I became. Yet a part of me has always loved that name.I mean, could anyone ever resist Damon Salvatore. I would love to talk about and listen more about that Damon, but not the one Bran was blabbering about.To divert the topic, I even insisted Eva to come with me to the dance floor. I wanted to dance and let loose, but she wasn’t interested and also didn’t want me to go. She said I was too drunk and would put myself in trouble.I won’t deny, that was a possibility as I was feeling so paranoid due to some unknown reason, I felt I was being wa

PAST:Shefali's POV:Alex navigated the pulsating labyrinth of the club with an effortless grace that spoke volumes. He was intimately familiar with its every hidden corner, every shadowed alcove. While he subtly masked his ease, the knowing glances from other patrons didn't escape my notice. The women, draped in their finest, cast him their most alluring smiles, their eyes, however, burned into me with undisguised annoyance, a chorus of silent, bitchy glares.A smug grin tugged at my lips, a silent victory in their thinly veiled jealousy. Men, too, acknowledged him, their heads inclining, a deferential nod that spoke of respect, perhaps even a hint of fear. Yet, not a single one dared to cast an inappropriate gaze my way. The sheer authority he exuded was captivating, drawing my admiration like a moth to a flame. There was something about him — a captivating blend of carefree charm and undeniable power —that stirred a nascent attraction within me, something deep and unsettlingly thril

PAST: Shefali's POV:“You are mine.”Those three words echoed like a gunshot in my head.The entire club— the lights, the music, the people— blurred into static. I don’t even remember the moment my hand rose. All I knew was that I slapped him. Hard. The sound of my palm striking his face sliced through the music like a blade.His face turned just slightly with the impact, and for a moment, the mask he wore— to hide his arrogance, cockiness, control, cold superiority— it all cracked at once. I could see it, see something feral beneath the surface, something unhinged. And just as I tried to get a proper look, just as I was about to really see him—Alex yanked my arm.“What the fuck, Shef—” he started, but I pulled my arm free before he could finish.I spun around, chest heaving, heart racing. But the man— the stranger, the monster, the devil— was gone.He just vanished into thin air.Again.And so did Alex. As quickly as he’d appeared, he walked away without a word, leaving me standing

PAST: Shefali's POV:"Happy birthday, babygirl…"....Then, as if he had never been there, the warmth vanished. My limbs released. The blindfold gone. The sheets stilled. Silence.I jolted upright, a sudden, violent awakening. My heart was a frantic drum, hammering against my ribs, each beat echoing in my ears. My breath came in ragged gasps, short, shallow, desperate. My body was slick with sweat, cold and clinging, despite the cool air in the room. My hair was plastered to my forehead, damp and heavy. I was panting, my lungs burning, as if I’d just run a marathon.My eyes snapped open, wide and wild, scanning the room frantically. The familiar decor of my hotel suite slowly coalesced from the shadows. The plush carpet, the elegant curtains, the imposing armchair in the corner. Everything was exactly as it had been when I fell asleep. The blinds were still drawn, plunging the room into a peaceful gloom. The air conditioning hummed softly.My hands flew to my face, touching my eyel

PAST: Shefali's POV:Unlike my head that was so chaotic and loud with all those thoughts, confusions, assumptions, fear, paranoia, anxiety, anger — The corridor was silent as I stepped into it, the soft click of my heels echoing faintly through the empty hallway. But this time, the solitude didn’t feel suffocating— it felt oddly calm, like the eye of a storm. It helped me clear my head, but the truth was I missed the comforting chaos of everyone together, but a thrill of anticipation, a premonition of something extraordinary, hummed beneath my skin.I pushed open the door to my room, and the world seemed to hold its breath. My gaze swept across the familiar space, then snagged, caught, on a vibrant splash of color on my bed. My breath hitched.Five exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, each a masterpiece in itself, sat nestled amidst a cascade of tissue paper. A joyful shriek escaped my lips, echoing the sudden surge of elation that flooded my veins. Beside the gifts, a pristine white lily