Semua Bab KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Bab 41 - Bab 49

My head snapped towards the sound. A figure emerged from the shadows, bathed in the soft, revealing light of the room. She was breathtakingly beautiful, elegantly dressed in a golden & maroon sequin tight short dress that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. Her long, blonde hair, styled to perfection, cascaded down her back, reaching her waist. She walked with an almost predatory grace, as if on a runway, but her expression was anything but serene. Her eyes, narrowed and blazing with an unholy fire, were fixed on me, promising absolute annihilation. “…you bloody bitch…. how….who do you think you are…. to enter here…. and ruin my surprise…. I know people like you…. I don't even understand who even let such a low-class person like you inside our hotel….” Her words, a torrent of vitriol, continued to pour out, each one a sharp, stinging blow.Tears, hot and sudden, blurred my vi

My mind was still reeling, trying to process the sudden shift in atmosphere, the bizarre confrontation, and the chilling realization that this man was the one from the club. Was he truly the same person? Was I wrong? The stranger from the club had an American accent, distinct and pronounced. This man… his voice carried the sophisticated, clipped tones of a British accent and his voice was similar but not as deep and husky like Mr. Stranger. The discrepancy, though minor, only added to the bewildering chaos in my mind. His gaze, which had momentarily drifted to Ana, snapped back to me, an amused glint in his deep eyes. “Didn’t I just help you?” he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, dangerously charming. “Then why on earth would you lash out at me, baby girl?” He sighed.“I apologize for the mess she made,” he said, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone. 

I had been walking, lost in the chaotic symphony of my thoughts, when I unexpectedly encountered Eva. A tiny gasp escaped my lips –“Shifu, where were you. Come on, we are already late for the party.”I hadn’t known she was attending, and truthfully, I hadn’t bothered to ask. Her eyes sparkled as they raked over my attire, and a warm smile graced her lips. “Wow, you look absolutely stunning! Such a pretty dress.” she exclaimed, her voice a cheerful melody.A nervous tremor ran through me, quickly blossoming into a full-blown panic. I managed a weak smile in response, my mind a whirlwind of anxieties. Stunning? The word echoed mockingly in my head, amplifying the cacophony of my inner turmoil. I took a shaky breath, hoping she wouldn’t ask any more questions, trying to steady myself, as we continued our slow procession towards the venue. Every step felt like a march towards an unknown fate, each one heavier than the last.Then, like a beacon in the storm, I spotted them – my parents,

I looked at him one last time, a swirl of conflicting emotions tightening in my chest, and then turned sharply, needing to escape his overpowering presence. A dull ache settled in my heart, a hurt I couldn't quite articulate. Even I, shielded as I often was, had heard whispers about him. My mother, in hushed tones with my father, sometimes spoke of his ruthless business acumen, his crooked and cunning ways, how he manipulated people to bend to his will. Yet, the public knew him as a renowned boxer and a philanthropist. I was indeed an ignorant fool who after knowing the facts still couldn’t piece shit. I truly believed I am too smart and sharp but looking at the trouble I have landed myself in is making me rethink everything. Everything was right in front of me still I didn’t care to acknowledge. I felt a bitter laugh bubble up, choked by the sheer irony of my pathetic situation, the inescapable trouble I found myself in. The title of "philanthropist" felt like a cruel joke, a

We finally reached back to India, and I felt like the happiest, luckiest person in the world. My happiness was boundless, beyond words, not just because I was about to live my dream of studying at Columbia University, but because I would never, ever have to see that disgusting man again.Eva, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of emotions – upset, yet also strangely excited and curious. She was always the kind of girl who expressed herself freely, who never hid anything from me. But this time, she was uncharacteristically tight-lipped, especially about her burgeoning connection with Ryan. I tried to rationalize it, telling myself, she was a fangirl that’s the reason for her excitement perhaps they could have become good friends and had their moments in those few days, even though a stubborn part of me couldn't fully accept that, especially after noticing the stark change in Eva’s behavior. The girl who used to despise using her phone for more than an hour was now glued to it twenty-f