All Chapters of Kiss Of Their Hidden Truths: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eva’s POVThere was a knock on the door that startled me. I didn’t answer. The knock came again, louder this time. I knew immediately it wasn’t Alice or Josephine. My heart sank — I already suspected it was Jacob, probably with a staff member, trying to coax me into eating.I didn’t feel like eating. But I couldn’t keep refusing forever. If not for myself, then at least for Riva, I had to try.The door wasn’t locked. Whoever was outside must have realized it, because it opened slowly.It was Garcia.I was surprised, but also relieved — happy, even. I had barely spent a day with her, yet her warmth and care had melted something inside me. She reminded me of the housekeeper Shefali and I had when we first moved to New York, back in those fragile, hopeful university days.Garcia’s eyes were red, as if she had been crying, but she still managed to flash her radiant smile. She pushed in a food cart with a fruit platter and soup.“Hello, Garcia… you here?” I asked, my surprise evident, thou

Eva’s POVIt had been more than a month since the chaos finally quieted. I can’t say things were back to normal —because they weren’t — and they can never be, but at least life felt steadier, calmer.Even better.I had moved in with Jenny, my other best friend. Once upon a time, it was me, Jenny, and Shefali — we were inseparable, each other’s everything. Until life decided to twist us apart, until toxic men entered our lives and poisoned the bonds we thought unbreakable.Damon, despite my constant protests, insisted on securing my future. He bought a property under my name, handled every legality, and made sure I had the right to move to London without obstacles. He even helped me register at King’s College as a psychology student — partly to ease the visa process, partly to give me a foundation to rebuild myself. He didn’t want me to struggle, not even for a moment. And true to his word, Garcia and her husband moved with me and the children to London, becoming my anchor in this new c

Ryan's Pov:Eva's words left me in stunned silence. When she spoke to me, she wasn’t hesitant — it was cold defiance. She mocked me, and looked at me as if I were nothing more than a stranger. There was no guilt in her eyes, no fear at being caught with another man by me, her husband. She may have signed the divorce papers, but I never agreed to them. I never intended to.There was a time when I wanted to be rid of her, when I saw her as nothing more than a burden. But not anymore. All these months, I searched for her across North America. There wasn’t a city in the U.S. where I hadn’t sent my men, nor a police station in Canada where I hadn’t filed petitions, begging them to help me find my missing wife and children.I even lied — pretending I would sign the divorce papers if she came to court with the kids — just so I could see her, keep her close, even if it was by force. I thought that if I could hold her long enough, she would see how much she meant to me, that I was a changed ma

PASTEva's Pov:When I first met Ryan, it was in a club named 'L'Ordre' here in London. I was eighteen, too young, too dazzled, too smitten. Seeing one of my idols in person felt like fate. And then, as if it were my lucky day, he noticed me. He flirted, we danced, we laughed, and by the end of the night, we were making out in that club. I thought that was all it would ever be. But before leaving, he asked for my number. And to my surprise, the next day, he called.For me, it was love at first sight — I was blindly, recklessly in love with Ryan. I ignored everything and everyone. I grabbed every chance to be with him, to spend time with him. He wasn’t like the celebrity I expected — he was humble, kind, romantic. He gave me attention, made me feel seen. He even let me accompany him as his plus-one to a major family celebration here in London. I was on cloud nine. And yet, beneath all that happiness, I was already sad, because I knew it wouldn’t last. It was almost time for me to go ba

Eva's Pov:“Hey, sweet girl, you scared me. I was worried — you texted saying you’d be late, but you didn’t show up even after two.”“Yeah, Eva… I thought you finally decided to take my advice seriously and let your mentor bone you. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t stay for breakfast there… Was it like a one-time thing or....”“Wait, Evie — did he kick you out after, you know…? I swear I thought you’d be at his place or a hotel, back by morning. What happened? Are you okay?”“Evaa…”“Sweet girl…”“Eva… are you even listening?”Their voices — Jenny’s teasing, Garcia’s gentle concern — echoed around me, but I was still in a daze. My mind was foggy, my heart pounding.What the hell did I just do?“Ooouch…” I muttered, pressing my temple.“Earth to Eva!” Jenny snapped her fingers in front of me.I blinked, confused. “Wait… how did I… reach here? I…”"Did he fuck your brains out?" I heard Jenny mutter in a low voice.Jenny tilted her head, half amused, half worried.“Eva, did you sleepwal