KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL

CHAPTER 6

She had drifted so far into the depths of her memories that time slipped through her fingers unnoticed. The maid, desperate, finally shook her by the shoulders to jolt her back to reality. Davina’s eyes snapped open— wild, blazing, and filled with a fury that made the poor woman recoil in fear. Her glare was sharp enough to slice through steel.

With trembling lips, the maid informed her that the chopper had been waiting for over forty-five minutes and her luggage had already been taken care of.

Davina didn’t utter a word. She merely nodded curtly and waved the woman off.

She stormed into her room, applied a touch of makeup with surgical precision, and checked her appearance once. Then she locked the door behind her like sealing away the last remnants of whatever was left of her old self.

Her heels pounded against the marble floor as she made her way to the helipad, her fury masked under layers of poise. Just before stepping into the chopper, she tried calling Mike again. No answer. She let out a heavy sigh, the ache in her chest growing heavier, and climbed in.

The ride to the airport was a blur of unanswered calls and unread messages. She had never felt this alone before— not even during the darkest nights of her life. Her fingers trembled each time she dialled his number, hoping to hear the one voice that could soothe her racing thoughts and shattered heart. But silence echoed back.

It wasn’t the flight that terrified her. She had taken longer journeys alone. But this time was different— this time, she was going back. Back to where it all began. Back to where she lost herself, and she wanted to feel safe, feel at home, even if it was just for mere hugs. She wanted to hug Mike, feel his warm embrace.

Because…..

Her thoughts were a storm of contradictions. Despite everything, her heart still skipped a beat, her thoughts betrayed her, and went back to HIM.

The man who had once been her world.

Her sanctuary.

Her tormentor.

Her pulse raced. Her skin burned. Her body stiffened with memories she had spent years trying to suppress. Why did he still have this power over her?

Why did her heart still betray her with every beat?

She needed someone— someone who grounded her. Someone who knew the pieces of her that even she had forgotten. Only one person fit that mold.

Jenny.

She couldn’t ask Mike.

He didn’t know.

He couldn’t know.

Not yet.

Besides, she couldn’t risk him jeopardising her plan. Jenny was the only one who could help her walk through the flames and not let her burn completely, turning her into ashes.

She picked up the phone and called her best friend— her anchor.

“Jenny, I’m coming. So move your ass and pack up. We’re going to New York— and no,” she stressed the word, her voice sharp like a whip, “no excuses.”

Before Jenny could decline or process, Davina hung up the phone. She didn’t wait for a reply. She didn’t care what Jenny would say. She couldn’t. Because if she let anyone talk her out of this now, her resolve might shatter.

Jenny Lobo. The girl who had walked into her life at the age of three and never left. The girl who had held her hand through hell. The girl who had bled for her.

Jenny had lost everything because of Davina— and now Davina was all she had left. That loyalty was unwavering. So was Davina’s guilt.

Jenny knew parts of the truth. Enough to stay silent. Enough to suffer with her in silence.

Davina asked the pilot to redirect the flight to London before heading to New York. He hesitated— Mike had given strict instructions— but the pilot had no choice but to obey.

After a while, as the aircraft lifted off, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her heartbeat. But all she could see were their faces— her precious gems, her everything. The smile of her little munchkins haunted her, making her chest tighten.

Emotions – deeper than any ocean surged her heart — love, fear, regret, and so much more she couldn’t even fathom.

She wanted to talk to them. But she couldn’t. She loved them deeply yet couldn’t show it. Not now. Not when she was so neck deep in her revenge plan.

She needed to be strong. Ruthless.

So she shut her heart. Like always.

But she promised them in her heart, once it's all over, she’ll bring them home. They will one’s live together again as a family. She’ll protect them, take care of them, and offer all the love that she had buried all these years.

A soft nudge on her arm pulled her from her thoughts. The air hostess served her lasagna and creamy pasta, paired with her favourite Romanee-Conti.

But with each bite, it reminded her of HIM; she remembered his hands— how he used to cook for her, feed her, spoil her. The warmth of his love clawed at the walls around her heart, and for a fleeting moment, she smiled.

Then reality struck. All that was a trap, a show put on by him to manipulate her.

Then she was reminded of the pain she had to go through.

The betrayal.

Her appetite vanished. She pushed her plate away and drank instead.

Drank to forget.

Drank to numb her pain.

The biz-jet— a luxurious gift from Mike— felt too empty now. It was really close to Mike’s heart— a gift given to him by his brother when he first won the most successful businessman title an auspicious award in the business world.

He passed that precious gift to Davina as she rose to fame, made her name in the business world, and won the prestigious award earlier this year— the ceremony for which was set to take place in New York next month.

But right now, the extravagant Italian leather, the 60-inch plasma, the private suite… none of it mattered. All she wanted was a hug, support, protection, and an assurance that everything would be alright, that she wasn’t alone, though she knew in her heart that would never happen.

She wandered into the luxorious room inside the Biz-jet, poured herself more glass of Romanee-Conti, and drank herself to sleep.

When she finally reached London after more than twenty hours in the air, she didn’t inform anyone. She had the car waiting. Her white Aston Martin gleamed in the morning light as she pulled up in front of Jenny’s apartment.

It was 8:15 a.m in London.

Jenny opened the door, half-asleep, and froze.

There stood Davina— after years.

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