All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

PAST:Shefali's POVEarly in the morning, I texted him an apology and waited for his reply, but he didn't respond. I assumed he was asleep in the car. I woke up, made him an americano, and knocked on his car window, but there was no response.I tried to peek inside but couldn't see a thing. Then I felt his presence behind me and I smiled. He rested his chin on my shoulder and hugged me from behind. This time, I didn't wiggle away. I felt comfortable and safe. He turned me around to face him.I hesitated slightly."Damon, I…. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so… so rude. You were just trying to help me," I apologized, lowering my head. I felt guilty, but he hugged me and kissed my temple.I gave him the americano I had made for him. He was astonished, and I giggled."How do you know I love americano and that I only drink this?" he asked in amazement."I know," I said.I could tell I was blushing from the way he was smirking with a raised brow.He looked even more handsome with his me

Time had truly outdone its magic. It slipped through my fingers, reshaping everything before I could catch my breath. The dynamics had shifted, my world rewritten into a love story so surreal I could barely believe it was mine.Honestly, I’d always longed for a sweeping, cinematic romance— but I never truly believed it could exist outside the pages of fiction.And yet, here I am. Sitting on a hospital bed, heart laid bare to the man I love, ready to begin the life I once only dreamed about. The first chapter? I said yes. Yes to moving in with him.To share a home with the man I once resented. The same man who now holds my heart, my peace, my everything— my Dami.It was in that moment I realized: love doesn’t always arrive with fanfare. Sometimes, it slips in quietly, reshaping everything with a single look, a single word, and the kind of silence that feels like home.........When I woke up, he stood there, carefully folding my crumpled clothes into a neat pile. He looked back a

I woke to the warmth of sunlight brushing across my face and to the weight of his arm draped across me, heavy and protective, as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. His chest rose and fell against my side, steady and warm, and for a moment I just lay there, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.My body ached faintly— places I didn’t know could ache, but it wasn’t unpleasant — it was a reminder of the night that had changed everything. An ache that reminded me of every kiss, every whispered word, every time he’d been impossibly gentle and impossibly relentless all at once.Heat rushed to my cheeks as flashes of last night stole into my mind. The way his lips had claimed mine until I forgot where I ended and he began. The way he’d looked at me, as though I wasn’t just a girl but something fragile, precious.His.I just sat biting my lip, carefully, I turned, studying his face. The sharpness of his jawline, softened by sleep. The dark lashes resting against his skin. The faint

I used to believe that love was something you earned — something you chased, something you proved yourself worthy of. But with Damon, it was different. Love wasn’t loud. It didn’t scream or demand. It was quiet. It was in the way he held my towel before I even reached for it. In the way he kissed my temple when I was buried in spreadsheets. In the way he watched me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.I was in a daze most days — a soft, golden haze that wrapped around me like silk. Damon was everywhere. He was the warmth in my shower, the arms that wrapped around me when I studied, the voice that murmured “you’re doing great” when I doubted myself. He was obsessive, yes. Possessive, absolutely. But he was also impossibly tender.He couldn’t keep his hands off me. And I didn’t want him to.Even the simplest things — brushing my hair, helping me dress — turned into hours of stolen kisses and whispered promises. Even while washing me, he couldn’t resist — his han

I opened the door, expecting Damon.But it wasn’t him.It was Alex.And for a moment, the world tilted.He stood there, leaning against the doorframe. His brown shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, his hair tousled just enough to look effortless, and that signature smirk — the one that made people forget their own names — curled at the corner of his lips.“Shefali?” he said, blinking.“Holy hell… you’re here?”I nodded, stunned. “Alex?”He laughed, stepping forward. While his eyes scanned me from head to toe,“I thought I was at the wrong mansion for a second.” He teased. “You— wow. You look… different.”I was still wearing one of Damon’s oversized white shirts and a denim shorts — soft, and barely mid-thigh. I hadn’t bothered with makeup. My hair was messy from the shower. But Alex kept looking at me like I was something rare. Something exquisite.Alex’s gaze lingered on the ring, the promise ring glinting on my finger.“So…. it’s true,” he murmured.“You and Damon… Hmm… Not bad.”I