All Chapters of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Evening settled in quietly, the sky outside our apartment painted in soft hues of lavender and gold.Dami had already sent a car to pick me up. He’d flown to California earlier that day to visit his grandfather, leaving me alone in our space — the apartment that felt too big, too quiet without him.The moment I stepped inside, a wave of loneliness washed over me. The silence was unfamiliar. I missed him more than I expected.I slipped off my clothes, planning to take a long shower to shake off the day. But just as I reached for a towel, my phone buzzed.A video call.Dami.I smiled instinctively, heart fluttering, and grabbed the satin robe hanging from the nightstand — the one he always said made me look like trouble wrapped in silk.I tied it loosely around me, and answered the call.He was shirtless, lying on his bed, hair tousled from the flight, eyes heavy-lidded and mischievous. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast golden shadows across his collarbones, making him look like som

Then came the day of Damon’s match.He won, of course. It wasn’t even a challenge — a clean, easy victory.He left the ring to change, and I waited near the exit, trying to stay out of the crowd.That’s when it happened.A man — tall, broad, with a sickening grin — stepped in front of me, blocking my path.He leaned in close, his breath reeking of alcohol and something sour.“I’ve seen your videos,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.“How much for a night with me and my friends?”My blood ran cold.I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs.I looked around for Damon, for anyone — but he was nowhere in sight.I tried to step back, but the man grabbed my jacket, yanking me toward him.“Don’t play hard to get, are you worried that I can't afford you or that I won't pay you?” he sneered.“Fifty grand each. You’re not worth that much, but for a high-class whore like you? I’ll make an exception. Just tell me how those billionaires fucked this teen pussy.”His words were filth — thick

I wondered if I should go looking for him. But my body was exhausted. Every muscle ached. My ankle throbbed. My lips were still swollen. My nose still tender. I didn’t have the strength to move.The bedlamp was still on, casting a soft amber glow across the room. Eva had fallen asleep beside me, her head resting gently on my shoulder. I wanted to push her away — not out of anger, but because I needed space. I needed Damon. I needed his arms around me, his voice in my ear, his scent in my lungs.But she looked peaceful.And I didn’t have the heart to disturb her.Her presence, though uninvited, was warm in its own way — a reminder that someone cared, even if it wasn’t the person I was aching for.I sat there, unmoving, staring at the soft glow of the lamp, my thoughts tangled in the scent of blood, the echo of Damon’s fists, and the unbearable silence that followed.The silence was the worst part.It was louder than screams.He hadn’t come.And I didn’t know if he ever would.I was jus

PASTShefali’s POVIt had been a week. A week of silence, of routine, of academic pressure that felt both grounding and suffocating. I was loaded with coursework again, assignments piling up like bricks in a wall I didn’t want to climb. I had stopped using my phone altogether except for chatting with Damon while he was at work or while he was in his study — it wasn't because I didn’t want to talk to anyone, but because there was no one left to speak to other than Damon or Naina. Well, Naina and I had made it a routine to have a Zoom call every day for 2 hours in the evening.My parents had stopped contacting me. The only exception was my dad’s occasional Zoom call, where he’d speak in clipped sentences while my mother hovered in the background, her lips pressed into a line, her eyes refusing to meet the camera. She didn’t say a word. Not once. Her silence was louder than any scolding.They were angry. Disappointed. Hurt. Not because I had skipped my vacation in Mumbai — I had lied and