The Devil's Handmaiden
Look at me, Rory. You are mine."
Dominique Blackwood’s voice was a deadly whisper, his grip like iron as he pulled her close. His words cut deep, but the fire between them was undeniable.
Aurora "Rory" Thompson never imagined her quiet, artistic life would end in chains. But when her father sells her to the ruthless mafia kingpin Dominique “The Devil” Blackwood to settle a debt, she is thrown into a world where love is a weakness, and power is the only currency.
Feared by his enemies and worshipped by his allies, Dominique is a man who controls everything, except her. Rory defies him, challenging his authority and refusing to break under his rule. But the more she resists, the more their dangerous attraction grows.
As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Rory must choose: run from the Devil, or risk everything to stand beside him.
In San Andreas, where love and power collide, survival comes at a cost, and sometimes, the heart is the most dangerous weapon of all.
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Chapter: Chapter 126🌹 Author’s Thank You 🌹Dear Beloved Readers,From the very first chapter to this very last moment, you have been my companions on this journey,through every cliffhanger, every heartbreak, every blood-soaked battle, and every tender whisper of love. When I first began writing The Devil’s Handmaiden, I never imagined the kind of bond it would create between myself and all of you. What started as just words on a page grew into a world alive with fire and shadows, because you believed in it, and because you believed in me.To those who have been with me since Chapter One, you are the soul of this story. You were the ones who took Aurora’s trembling hand when she was still weak, who stood behind her when the world called her broken, and who cheered when she finally rose as The Devil’s Handmaiden. Your loyalty has been unshakable, and I cannot express how deeply I cherish you.To those who joined along the way, whether at Chapter Ten, or Fifty, or even closer to the end you became part of
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: Chapter 125Chapter 125The Devil's Handmaiden(Aurora’s POV)Weeks had bled into one another, a blur of nights and whispers, of gunpowder and signatures on papers that once belonged to my father.And now, here I sat, like a queen who is ready to conquer the mafia world. At the head of his empire, the Valeryk bloodline. The chair beneath me wasn’t just furniture, it was a throne carved from blood, debt, and power. My father’s study had been cleared of his personal clutter, the air heavy with cigar smoke and ink, but his shadow lingered in every corner of his study room. The men gathered around me, the same men who once doubted me, the same men who watched Tiffany and Alex play games with my life, now bent their heads with a mixture of fear and respect towards me.Dominique stood to my right, ever unshaken, his hand resting on the table like a silent declaration that no one would dare move against me while he lived. His devotion was a weight and a shield, one I both leaned on and feared with pa
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Chapter: Chapter 124Chapter 124 Aftermath(Aurora’s POV)The silence after battle is never silent.It hums.It vibrates in the bones like a phantom echo, the memory of gunfire, the ringing of screams, the pounding of boots. Even when it’s gone, it lingers, scratching at the back of your skull like nails on glass, so irritating. I stood there in the broken courtyard of the abandoned estate, the moon watching me like a cruel witness, its pale light pooling over shattered stone and smeared blood. My chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, but my lungs refused to fill. The dagger still trembled in my hand, slick with blood, her blood in my hands. Tiffany lay sprawled across the cracked marble floor, eyes frozen wide, lips parted in an expression of disbelief that still mocked me even in death. The woman who had poisoned my life, who had hunted my soul like a predator circling prey, was gone. And yet… I didn’t feel lighter.I felt heaveir, like there was a cross placed on my shoulders. Her men circled her b
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Chapter: Chapter 123Chapter 123 The Price of RevengeAurora’s POVThe dagger hovered, its edge gleaming red in the blood moonlight. My arm trembled, though not from weakness, it can never again be weakness, but from the sheer weight of the moment. My enemy was here, at my mercy. Tiffany’s chest rose and fell in frantic rhythm, her eyes wide, yet even cornered she wore her mask of mockery,.like I wouldn't kill her l. Like my actions were just a facade. I wanted to drive the blade home. I wanted to end her, to silence her poison forever. My breath came hard, my heartbeat deafening, drowning out everything else.“Aurora.”Dominique’s voice cut through the night. He stepped forward, his tone a dark command. “Do it. What are you waiting for?. End her. She’ll haunt us until she’s nothing but ash in the ground.”His words wrapped around me like fire, urging, demanding. He was right, wasn’t he? Tiffany deserved nothing less than the edge of my blade.But then, before I lunged at Tiffany. “Stop!”Damian’s vo
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Chapter: Chapter 122Chapter 122 Blood Moon Showdown(Aurora’s POV)The night was alive with silence. The kind of silence that eats you up without you when knowing. The estate loomed ahead like a ghost from another century,its walls broken, its windows shattered, ivy crawling over stone like veins feeding a corpse. The moon hung blood-red in the sky, casting the ruins in a glow that felt more omen than light. It was as if the heavens themselves had dressed the night for slaughter and chaos. I stepped out from the car, the crunching sound of the gravel beneath my boots echoing too loudly in the quiet empty night. My hands trembled, not from fear, but from anticipation, deep down I felt the sharp, gut-deep craving for closure of anything that concerns Tiffany.I end it all tonight…Beside me, Dominique’s presence was like iron, steady, unshakable, even though I felt the weight of his eyes every time he looked at me. He knew I wasn’t the same woman he had once pulled into his arms. Something darker lived
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Chapter: Chapter 121Chapter 121 Tiffany’s GambitTiffany’s POVAs they say Fear is a great weapon which can be used by you or against you. It lingered like smoke in my chest ever since that night. No matter how many times I told myself I wasn’t afraid, no matter how much venom I spat at Alex when he tried to soothe me, it clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried. James Blackwood’s blood was still on my conscience, it was like a part of me that never left my mind. He hadn’t been meant to die. It was supposed to be Aurora. Her. Always her. Yet, at the last moment, that pitiful old man had thrown himself in front of the bullet, taking the death I had planned. His eyes had burned into mine as he fell, as if daring me to carry that guilt forever without letting it slide. And I hated him for it.But worse than that, I hated her. Aurora. Because somehow, even in her grief, even as she bled sorrow, she had turned tragedy into strength. She had turned her pain into power, I hea
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THE SHADOW LUNA
Lyra returns to find her mate celebrating his fifth anniversary with the woman she once called sister. Her own mother raising his pups. Her family whole, her place erased, her sacrifice forgotten. But when her younger sister frames her for attempting to murder those children, Lyra realizes the betrayal didn't begin with her mate's infidelity, it began the day she was born.
Sentenced to exile in the rogue territories by the mentor she trusted, Lyra is meant to disappear. Instead, she discovers the truth: her mother was never her mother but her stepmother, and she has been poisoning her in silence since childhood: she carries an ancient Shadowborn bloodline, a power so dangerous it was supposed to stay buried. They didn't exile her to teach her a lesson. They exiled her because they were afraid of what she'd become.
Five years later, she walks back into the pack that condemned her, not broken, but awakened. Her ex-mate rules as Alpha using the strategies she wrote. Her best friend wears the Luna title that should have been hers. And her stepmother is orchestrating one final betrayal to ensure Lyra never claims what's rightfully hers.
But Lyra isn't alone. Kael Northwood, a rival Alpha who's been searching for her since the day she vanished, sees the woman everyone else tried to destroy.He's drawn to her strength. And he carries a secret that makes their undeniable mate bond forbidden.
Now Lyra must choose: reclaim the life stolen from her, or burn it all down and forge something new with the one person who wants her exactly as she is, untamed, unbroken, and too powerful to control.
Some betrayals destroy you. Hers unearthed something they should have left in the SHADOWS.
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Chapter: Chapter SixCHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATHLyra woke up cold.Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife. Her whole body felt wrong. Empty. Dry. Trees above her. Bare branches reaching into a grey sky. The smell of unfamiliar territory. Damp earth and rotting leaves. No scent of pack. No scent of home.She was in the rogue lands.They'd dumped her here like garbage. Taken everything, her pack bond, her belongings, her dignity, her identity and thrown her away like trash.Lyra tried to sit up. Pain shot through every part of her body. The bond severing had been violent. Traumatic. It felt like someone had reached inside he
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Chapter: Chapter FiveCHAPTER FIVE Lyra's knees went weak. The room spun. She grabbed the wall to keep from falling."However," Theron continued, and something like pain flickered across his weathered face. Just for a moment. Then it was gone as fast as it came. "Because of your years of service to this pack, and because I hold some responsibility for your corruption, for encouraging your pride instead of teaching you a woman's proper place, I have convinced the council to show mercy. You will be exiled to the rogue territories for five years. Perhaps isolation will teach you what I could not. That ambition destroys women. That pride leads only to fall. That a woman's place is in service, not in seeking power.""You're doing this because you love me?" Lyra whispered. Her voice was broken. Hollow."Yes." Theron's voice was firm. Certain. He believed what he was saying. "This is the last lesson I can teach you, child. Learn it well. If you survive, perhaps you'll return humble. Perhaps you'll retur
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Chapter: Chapter FourCHAPTER FOUR FALSE ACCUSATIONS. Helena walked past her, back toward the party. Back toward Isla and the twins. Back toward Marcus and the life they'd built. Back toward the family she preferred.Lyra stood alone in the small room, shaking. Every part of her hurt. Every breath felt like swallowing glass. Her hands trembled. Her knees felt weak.The door opened again. For one stupid, hopeful second, Lyra thought her mother had come back to apologize. To say she didn't mean it. To act like a mother should.But it was Sera.Her little sister stood in the doorway. Except Sera wasn't little anymore. She'd grown up in the five years Lyra had been gone. She was a woman now, not the teenager Lyra remembered. She looked just like Helena, blonde hair falling in perfect waves, delicate features, big blue eyes.Those eyes were currently filled with tears."Sera," Lyra whispered. Relief flooded through her. At least her sister was here. At least someone was happy to see her. "I'm so glad you'r
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeCHAPTER THREE: THE CONFRONTATIONLyra pushed open the front door of the pack house. The heavy wood swung inward with a creak that seemed impossibly loud.The music stopped immediately. The band's instruments died mid-note. Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Laughter evaporated into shocked silence. Every head in the room turned toward her.For a long moment, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Nobody even seemed to breathe. They all just stared at her like she was a ghost. Like she was something impossible. Something that shouldn't exist.Maybe that's what she was to them. A ghost from the past. Someone they'd buried and forgotten. Someone they'd written out of their story."Lyra?" Isla's voice finally broke the silence. She stood next to Marcus, one hand on his arm, her face suddenly pale. The color had drained from her cheeks. "What are you doing here?""I live here," Lyra said. Her voice came out steadier than she felt. Stronger than she expected. "Or I used to."Marcus stepped forward.
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Chapter: Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWO. CRASH THE PARTY.No. No, this had to be wrong. This had to be some kind of mistake. Maybe it was a different Marcus. Maybe it was a different Isla. There had to be an explanation.Lyra moved closer to the house on shaking legs. Her boots felt like they were filled with stones. Each step took enormous effort. Through the large front window, she could see inside. The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there. Her Marcus. Tall and handsome with his blonde hair that caught the light. His bright smile that used to make her heart skip. He wore formal clothes, the kind pack members wore for important occasions. For matings. For anniversaries.Next to him stood Isla.Lyra's best friend. The girl she'd grown up with. The one she'd told all her secrets to. The one she'd trusted with everything. Isla wore a beautiful dress, deep blue like the evening sky. And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna.The mark that should have been
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Chapter: Chapter One CHAPTER ONE: THE HOMECOMINGThe forest path felt different under Lyra's feet.She'd walked this trail a thousand times before leaving for her mission five years ago. Back then, every tree, every rock, every turn had been as familiar as breathing. Now, something felt wrong. The air tasted strange. The birds sang different songs. Everything felt off. Or maybe she was the one who had changed.So she thought. Lyra shifted the weight of her travel pack and kept walking. Her auburn hair, longer now than it had ever been, stuck to the back of her neck with sweat. The summer heat pressed down on her shoulders like a heavy blanket. Her clothes were dusty from weeks of travel. Her boots had holes in them. But none of that mattered to her now. All that mattered was that she was finally home.Five years. Five long, exhausting years of negotiating peace between packs that hated each other. Five years of sleeping in strange beds, eating unfamiliar food, and missing the people she loved. Five ye
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