A Sinful Devotion
"I should’ve killed him the night he betrayed me.
Instead, I kept him alive — chained, bleeding, and trembling beneath my hands."
Nicholas Rhodes, heir to the Rhodes crime syndicate, had everything: control, power, loyalty. Until him.
Rafael “Rafe” Vega — the man he once trusted with his life — turned on him in the middle of a war, selling secrets to their rivals.
But when fate forces their worlds to collide again, Nicholas doesn’t kill Rafe. He takes him back.
As a captive.
As a weapon.
As a reminder of everything he lost.
Hatred was supposed to keep them apart.
Instead, it burns hotter than desire — twisting into something neither of them can name.
Obsession becomes their language. Betrayal becomes their bond. And love… love is the bullet waiting in the chamber.
Because in their world, love doesn’t save. It destroys.
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Main Characters:
Nicholas Rhodes— 29
Cold, ruthless, born into blood and chaos. After Rafe’s betrayal, he’s become darker — quieter, crueler. He claims he feels nothing anymore… but Rafe’s name still tastes like venom and longing on his tongue.
Rafael “Rafe” Vega — 26
Former hitman and Nicholas’s right hand, before he turned traitor. Charming, unpredictable, and carrying his own secrets. His betrayal wasn’t what it seemed — but he’d rather die than beg Nicholas to understand.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 29— THE QUIET WE CHOOSEThe date is Nicholas’s idea. He doesn’t call it that. He just says, “Come with me tonight,” like it’s an order softened by hope. Like he’s bracing for rejection even as he pretends he isn’t. Rafe hesitates only a moment. “Okay,” he says. And something fragile and dangerous blooms behind Nicholas’s ribs. They leave the café just before sunset. Rafe locks the door carefully, double-checks the sign, straightens the chairs like the place might collapse if he doesn’t. Nicholas watches from the curb, hands in his coat pockets, memorizing the way Rafe exists when he thinks no one important is watching. He’s wrong. Every version of Rafe is important. They don’t go anywhere loud. Nicholas would never. He chooses a quiet restaurant tucked between a bookstore and a florist — warm lights, low music, too soft for violence. The kind of place that feels like a promise instead of a threat. Rafe looks around when they sit. “This place is… nice,” he says. Nicholas nods. “It doesn’t bleed
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Chapter: CHAPTER SEVEN — THE WAY I GUARD YOUNick's POV I know the moment he’s recognized.It’s instinct — the same one that kept me alive in rooms filled with men who smiled while sharpening knives. The same instinct that taught me how to read betrayal in the tilt of a head, the pause before a breath.The bell above the café door rings.Rafe looks up from the counter, smiles softly, and says, “Good afternoon.”The man who walks in freezes.Just for a fraction of a second.But it’s enough.His eyes lock on Rafe’s face like he’s staring at a ghost.And I feel it.That cold, crawling certainty sliding down my spine.Someone remembers him.---THE MAN FROM THE PASTHis name is Luca Santori.Former logistics runner for a splinter syndicate we burned to the ground three years ago. Not high-ranking, not brilliant — but observant. The kind of man who survived by remembering faces, debts, and blood.I killed his boss.Rafe killed his escape route.And Luca watched it all happen.Now he’s standing in my café — our café — with recognitio
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Chapter: CHAPTER 27-THE LIFE THAT HAUNTS MERafe's POV I stop sleeping properly after Nicholas tells me my name. Not the one on my café name tag. Not the one the hospital gave me when they couldn’t find fingerprints or records or family. But the one that belongs to me. Rafael Vega. It doesn’t feel like a stranger’s name. That’s the worst part. It settles into my chest like something that’s always lived there, curling tight around my lungs, heavy and familiar. When I repeat it silently, my heart reacts before my mind can catch up — a stutter, a pull, a sharp ache that makes me press my fist against my sternum like I can physically hold myself together. Rafael Vega. I whisper it into the dark the first night. The dreams come immediately. --- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stand
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Chapter: CHAPTER 26— THE MAN I DREAM ABOUTRafe's POV The man with the dark eyes comes back the next day. I notice him before the bell over the café door rings — before I hear his footsteps, before I smell the faint trace of smoke and something sharper, metallic, like rain on steel. It’s stupid. But my body knows him. My hands still as I’m wiping down the counter, my pulse skipping in a way that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with recognition. I look up. There he is. Same coat. Same posture. Same impossible stillness, like the room has shifted to accommodate him instead of the other way around. Nicholas. I don’t know why his name comes to me so easily. I told myself last night that it didn’t mean anything. That I was reading too much into a stranger who looked at me like I mattered more than the rest of the world combined. People look at people all the time. But not like that. His gaze locks onto mine the second our eyes meet. Something tightens in my chest. He doesn’t smile. He never does.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 25— THE TRUTH DOESN’T STAY BURIED
Nick's POV The city had changed in a year. Or maybe I had. The streets felt narrower. Meaner. Every shadow looked like it was hiding something from me — a secret, a lie, a body that never stayed where it was buried. Rafe was alive. That fact sat inside my chest like a live wire, humming constantly, daring me to touch it again. Every breath I took scraped against it. Every thought circled back to the same impossible image: Rafael Vega. Standing behind a café counter. Alive. I hadn’t gone back to the café. Not yet. If I walked in again without answers, I would tear the place apart with my bare hands just to prove he was real. And I couldn’t afford that — not when he looked at me like I was just another stranger passing through his life. So I did what I had always done best. I hunted. --- THE FIRST LIE The black car moved silently through the city as dusk bled into night. I sat in the backseat, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, staring at nothing while everything burn
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Chapter: Chapter 24 - Alive Nicholas didn’t remember standing. He didn’t remember walking. He didn’t remember pushing the café door open or stepping into the cold afternoon light. All he remembered was the way his heart had stopped beating the moment he looked into Rafe’s face. Alive. Breathing. Smiling politely at strangers. Rafe. He kept walking. The street blurred around him—cars passing, voices rising and falling, the world continuing as if his entire life had not just shattered and reformed in a single breath. His chest felt tight. His hands were trembling. Nicholas Rhodes never trembled. But he was trembling now. Because the one thing he had mourned, buried, burned for— The one person whose death had hollowed him out— The man whose blood he still dreamed about— Was alive. Alive and unaware. Alive and serving coffee. Alive and looking at him with blank innocence. Nicholas stopped at the end of the street, bracing one hand against a lamppost as the realization hit him all at once. He wh
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Hidden Obsession
Adrian Wells just wants to be left alone. Quiet nights, warm tea, and his sketchpad are all he needs to survive in a world that has taken too much from him already. Scarred by the fire that claimed his family and plagued by anxiety that keeps him from truly living, Adrian has grown used to solitude. But someone else has been watching—and waiting.
When a black box appears at his doorstep, filled with unsettlingly personal gifts, Adrian brushes it off as a prank. But the messages grow bolder. The intrusions into his life become impossible to ignore. Someone knows him. Someone sees him.
And that someone is Evan Thorn.
Evan isn’t just a stalker—he’s a protector in his own twisted way. Rich, intelligent, and obsessive, he believes Adrian is his to love, to shield, to possess. From anonymous letters to watching from the shadows, Evan orchestrates a careful descent into Adrian’s world, eliminating anyone who gets too close. But he isn’t the only one watching.
When a more violent rival stalker emerges, Adrian finds himself caught between two versions of danger: the chaos of the unknown and the devil he’s slowly come to understand. As the walls close in, Adrian is forced to rely on Evan—the very man who shattered his sense of safety.
What begins as fear turns into something darker: a toxic intimacy that blurs the line between captor and comfort. As Adrian starts to feel seen for the first time in his life, he questions whether love can grow in the shadows—or if it’s just another kind of cage.
In a story about obsession, trauma, what, If someone breaks you just to put you back together, is that still love?
And when you finally escape them, do they ever really leave?
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Chapter: Final Chapter – Forever, FinallyThe night air was heavy with the scent of jasmine drifting in from the balcony, the city lights flickering below like a thousand tiny promises. Adrian leaned against the railing, the satin fabric of his wedding suit pressing softly against his skin, yet all he could feel was the weight of Evan’s presence behind him. One arm wrapped possessively around his waist, the other hand gently brushing the side of his neck, threading through his hair.“You’re breathtaking,” Evan murmured, his lips grazing the curve of Adrian’s ear, sending shivers cascading down his spine. “Every damn day I get to see you, I fall deeper.”Adrian turned slightly, pressing his back against Evan’s chest, letting himself be held. For once, there was no tension, no lurking danger—only the firm, commanding warmth of the man he had loved through every fear, every battle, every obsessive whisper that had once terrified him.“I can’t believe this is real,” Adrian whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “I thought… I th
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 95– Forever, FinallyThe chapel was small, sun streaming through stained glass, casting colorful patterns across the polished wooden pews. Flowers adorned every surface, soft lilacs and roses mingling in delicate bouquets. It was simple, intimate—the kind of wedding Adrian had always quietly dreamed of, and Evan had learned to honor.Evan stood at the altar, hands clasped in front of him, calm and composed. Not the maniacal, obsessive version of himself Adrian had endured. No, this was Evan tempered by six months of reflection, therapy, and restraint. Yet, beneath the restraint, a quiet possessiveness lingered—an intensity Adrian had come to crave rather than fear.Adrian walked down the aisle, his dress flowing, a nervous but radiant smile on his face. Each step was deliberate, but his eyes never left Evan. When he reached the altar, their hands met, fingers interlocking with ease and familiarity.“I promise,” Evan whispered, voice low so only Adrian could hear, “to love you wholly, fiercely, but careful
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Chapter: Chapter 94– A Changed ManSix months. Six months of silence. Six months of empty apartment walls that had once echoed with Adrian’s laughter. Six months of staring at invitations, floral arrangements, and wedding mock-ups that had become artifacts of obsession, now gathering dust in the corner of his meticulously ordered living room. The first week had been unbearable. He had woken every morning expecting Adrian to be there, to wake next to him, to argue over breakfast, to laugh at some mundane joke that only the two of them found funny. The apartment was hollow without him. The bed was too large. The sunlight too harsh. Even the smell of his own cologne, lingering on the sheets, had turned into a cruel reminder of absence. He had tried to call. Once, twice, ten times. But each attempt had ended in nothing but silence, a cold void on the other side of the line. Adrian had vanished into Thailand with a resolve that Evan had underestimated. The man he loved—his anchor, his obsession, his life—had chosen space
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Chapter: Chapter 93 – The Quiet EscapeThe apartment hummed with the meticulous energy Evan always carried, a symphony of clinking cutlery, whispered phone calls, and the low, deliberate hum of his thoughts manifesting in plans, lists, and schedules. Every corner of the living room displayed color-coded binders, magazine tear-outs, and mock-up invitations. He moved through the chaos like a predator in his domain, sleek, confident, unshakable. Adrian watched from the couch, a hollow ache nestled deep in his chest. He had spent weeks convincing himself that this—this obsessive planning, this smothering care—was love. That surrendering to Evan fully meant happiness. Yet Naomi’s words, soft but insistent, replayed in his mind with unnerving clarity: “You can’t live with that intensity forever. Not now. Not yet.” He had tried to push the thought away, clinging to the warmth of Evan’s presence, the ease with which the man made life feel both dangerous and safe. But the truth had been creeping in like a slow, insistent tide. Ad
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Chapter: Chapter 92 – Plans and WarningsThe morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Evan’s apartment, casting long, warm streaks across the living room. Adrian stirred in the bed, half-wrapped in the cocoon of Evan’s arms, half in the haze of unease that had followed him since Naomi’s warning the night before. Evan was already awake, dressed sharply in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms. He moved around with calculated ease, checking his laptop, jotting down notes in a sleek leather planner. Adrian watched silently, heart tightening, mesmerized by the balance of calm authority and unspoken obsession Evan carried with him. “Morning,” Evan murmured without looking up, voice low and soothing. “Sleep well?” Adrian hesitated, tugging the blanket around his shoulders. “As well as I could.” Evan finally glanced at him, lips curving slightly. “Good. Because we have a lot to do today.” Adrian’s stomach knotted. “Do what?” Evan’s smile was calm, almost dangerous in its serenity. “Wedding
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Chapter: Chapter 91 – Calm Before the StormThe apartment was unusually quiet that evening. Evan had been uncharacteristically gentle all day, his usual obsessive tendencies slightly muted, though never gone. He moved around with a soft precision—fixing Adrian’s coffee just the way he liked it, smoothing the collar of his shirt, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Adrian’s ear. Every action, every glance, seemed designed to anchor Adrian in safety and comfort.Adrian sat on the couch, feet tucked beneath him, a book in his lap. He’d been reading for hours but hardly remembered the words. His mind kept drifting to Evan—the soft way he had kissed him goodbye that morning, the careful, almost tender way he held him when Adrian had lingered too long at the window.It was… unsettling.Evan finally settled beside him, arms wrapping around Adrian’s shoulders in a possessive embrace. The contrast between the gentle warmth and the intensity in Evan’s eyes was disarming. Adrian tilted his head back against Evan’s chest, heart hammering
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