THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Nyx’s world shattered. Her parents celebrated her twin sister and ignored her entirely, a final insult after years of coldness and favoritism. Humiliated and aching to escape, she walked straight into Basque—the city’s most dangerous club.
There, under flashing lights and the pull of reckless music, she caught the eye of a man everyone feared—the ruthless mafia boss who owned the night. One drink, one touch, one reckless decision… and by morning, he was gone.
A month later, Nyx learned that she was pregnant. Her family’s rejection turned vicious, and she was cast out with nothing but her shame and the child growing inside her. Six years of struggle followed—cheap apartments, dead-end jobs, and a daughter who became her only reason to fight.
Then fate threw him back into her life.
A chance encounter. A cold stare. A card pressed into her hand.
Days later, tragedy struck—her little girl was left clinging to life after a hit-and-run. Desperate and out of options, Nyx went to the only man who could save her… unaware he was the father.
His price?
"Give me your body,and I'll give you money"
Now, Nyx must decide to sell her body to the devil who destroyed her, or watch the only person she loves slip away. But in the shadows of power and lust, nothing is as simple as a deal. And the devil always collects more than you owe.
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Chapter: A kiss, a groan, a curseEarly the next morning, I rushed to Malachi’s room.But he wasn’t there.“The study,” the maid said. I moved down the hall, heart racing, and there he was—seated at his desk, coffee in hand.Steam curled from the cup, but the chill in the room came from him.I smiled faintly and stepped inside.“Good morning. How are you feeling?” I asked, keeping my voice light.He didn’t look at me. Just cold, calculating eyes fixed ahead. “What about Renz’s body?” he asked. I nodded. “Hustin and his men reported it buried.”He took a slow sip of his coffee. “Good,” he said, voice clipped.Then...I hesitated. “Boss…”“Hmm,” he replied, still not looking up.“I’ll be going to Colombia for a few days. I have a small business there… and I want to deliver the news to Ricardo in person,” I explained.He stayed quiet for a moment. Then, almost casually: “How long exactly?”“Three days,” I said.He finally glanced at me. “You can stay longer. But it’s disappointing… that you’re infatuated with a livin
Last Updated: 2025-11-18
Chapter: “Epinephrine and Sedation”The van shook as it rolled over the rough road, the night swallowing everything outside. Inside, it was just me, three of my men, and the doctor—hands folded, eyes fixed on Renz like he was guarding a dying flame.Renz lay in the middle seat, pale, breathing shallow, wires and tubes clinging to him like they were begging him to stay alive. It hurt just to look at him.The doctor checked his pulse again.His face didn’t show much, but his voice came sharp.“Keep him steady. His heart is still fragile,” he said.I nodded, even though my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.“That injection… it’s helping, right?” I asked.He didn’t look up.“Epinephrine buys time,” he replied. “It doesn’t grant miracles. He needs rest, and luck.”Luck.Renz had never depended on luck before, except now.One of my men leaned forward. “Boss… he’s still breathing. Barely, but… he’s fighting.”I swallowed hard.“He always does.”The doctor finally pulled off his gloves, wiping sweat from his brow.“The bullet tore t
Last Updated: 2025-11-17
Chapter: Seven hours to save him“I’ve been with Renz long enough to know one truth most people don’t,” I said, looking around at them.My men leaned in, waiting.“What truth?” Josh asked.“His body can take bullets,” I replied. “Not without damage… but he can survive it.”They all stared at me like I’d just told them the sky was falling upward.“So what if Malachi doesn’t use a gun?” Roman asked.I tried not to smile. “Renz won’t let it get that far. He’ll push Malachi… hard. Provoke him. Force him to pull the trigger before Malachi even realizes he’s being played.”I cleared my throat. “Trust me—Renz knows his life’s on the line. He won’t stay still if Malachi tries strangling him.”Another man stepped up, rubbing the back of his neck.“So… what’re the chances he survives the shot? 60? 70?”I exhaled. Long. Heavy."Honestly? Fifty–fifty,”Silence punched the air. The kind that tasted like fear. No one liked that number.Then someone else spoke up.“Okay, even if he survives… how do we get his body out? Malachi won’
Last Updated: 2025-11-15
Chapter: Brother from another lifeMarco's PovAfter the night with Camila, leaving became harder than ever. Still, I couldn’t stay. I had work to finish. I and a few of my men boarded a flight straight to Italy, the city lights shrinking behind us.Gabe was wrong. Freezing our cards? That wouldn’t stop anything. Not me. Not this.I ran through all the possibilities in my head. The only way forward was to convince Malachi that Renz was done. And he had to kill Renz himself.It made me uneasy at first. The thought of it… it scared me. But nothing would end if it wasn’t brought to an end.Disguised as a delivery guy, I moved carefully, blending in. I listened, just enough to catch the chatter. Malachi’s men, careless, greedy for insults. That was enough. From their mouths, I got Renz’s location.Solitary confinement. I thought about that as we drove—how cruel Malachi could be. He was a man who never held back, not even his anger. The deal was done—so what more did he want from Renz?“Did you see the new guy swing at us?”
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
Chapter: A father who killed his daughterI sat slumped on the cold floor, staring at the wall like it owed me answers.How long had I been waiting? Hours? Day?Waiting for Malachi to come end me—like some fool begging the devil to show mercy.I laughed under my breath.What a joke.Marco’s plan—if you could call it that—is pure madness.Provoke Malachi? Push him till he snaps?Get him to kill you?Seriously.I didn’t question it then. when he had worn a guard’s uniform, walked in with food, and even fooled the cameras. If he could pull that off, maybe he could pull off the rest.But now, sitting here in the dark, I wasn’t so sure.What if I die for nothing, and Nyx stays trapped with that bastard Gabe?Still, this was no time to doubt.If my death would tear this empire apart from inside, then so be it.“I must die today,” I muttered, smiling bitterly. “What the fuck were you thinking, Marco?”Then… I heard it—footsteps.Slow. Heavy. The kind that carried pride and poison.Keys jingled.Then, the door groaned open.“Luis Re
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
Chapter: "Get him to kill you, Renz"Renz's PovI woke up to silence.Thick. Cold. Endless. The kind that presses against your chest till you forget what air feels like. My head spun as I blinked, trying to tell if my eyes were open or shut. The dark was that deep.The cell smelled of mold, metal, and blood that wasn’t just mine.For a second, I couldn’t tell if I was alive or buried.My head throbbed. My throat burned.It came back slowly—the chains, the fall, Malachi’s voice. The promise of hell.And now this—silence.But they were wrong.They could lock my body, not my will. I was alive—and that meant I could still hate.I sat up, hands trembling, feeling the rough stone beneath me.Days passed—or maybe hours. The dark swallowed everything, time had no meaning here.No window, no sound, just that steady drip of water in the corner—slow, mocking.The only thing that reminded me I was still human was the sound of footsteps. Once a day, maybe twice, a guard would bring food—hard bread, cold soup. Just enough to keep me
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
The Crowned Nobody: a Brand New Bitch
Seven years ago, Aria was left shattered when Liam Brooks, the golden heir, denied her after spending the night with her and made her the center of ruthless humiliation. Once the broken nerd girl, she disappeared from that world—only to rise again, stronger, sharper, and untouchable.
Now she's a celebrated fashion icon, Aria stands on the cusp of defending her crown at the Haute Couture Awards. But fate twists cruelly when Liam returns, no longer just her past tormentor but a powerful figure entangled in her present.
What begins as a battle of ambition soon sparks a dangerous game of attraction and revenge. Aria is determined to win, to never bow again, even if it means turning Liam’s own fire against him.
This time, the clash is personal—and only one of them might walk away unscathed.
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Chapter: My attitude is twice your heightAria's PovLately, happiness came easier to me. Winning Top Brand of the Year for the second time felt like a crown on my head, It proof that the girl everyone once mocked had burned her scars into gold. But what thrilled me most wasn’t the award—it was the fact that Liam Brooks, of all people, had been there to watch me shine. The same boy who once spat disgust in my face had now been forced to clap for me with the rest of the world. If that wasn’t payback, I didn’t know what was. Would I ever forgive him? I didn’t know. But I was certain about one thing—I wanted nothing to do with him. When I first saw him that night, the urge to deny him was instinctive. To look him in the eye and pretend he was a stranger—God, the way his expression faltered fed me like oxygen. It was nourishing, intoxicating. That night, Mum and Kollin—no, Dad, because that’s what he’d become to me—took me out to celebrate. They clapped when the waiter brought out champagne, laughed when I toasted to “being n
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
Chapter: She's not the girl I knewLiam's Pov I couldn’t breathe when she walked away from me—like she hadn’t even recognized me. Aria Scarlett Monroe. No. Aria Nobody. That was who she used to be. A shadow, a footnote, the nerd with ink-stained fingers and hair she tried to hide behind. But the woman who just brushed past me in that glittering gown? That wasn’t the girl I remembered. That was someone else. Someone untouchable. And to think she said she doesn’t recognize me… damn, that was humiliating.” And then the stage lights hit her. Her name was called, and the hall burst into applause—cheers that rolled like thunder. I sat there, frozen, my chest twisting, my hands clapping even as shame clawed at my throat. She stood on that stage, radiant, crowned as the top brand designer of the year. Every inch of her glowed with power and grace, like she was born for this moment. It should have been a triumph for me too. My palms stung, and so did my pride. I was clapping for the same girl I once called ugly—only tha
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Past meets powerAria’s POVThe silk of my dress brushed smoothly against my skin as I adjusted the gown, its lines falling exactly as I had designed it—sharp, timeless, and commanding. Tonight was not just another gala. Tonight was the haute couture awards, the highest stage in the world I had fought tooth and nail to claim. I walked through the studio, my fingertips grazing the mannequins clothed in my latest collection. Bold cuts. Intricate embroidery. A whisper of rebellion stitched into every seam, I exhaled slowly. My work. My voice. Once upon a time, I had been the girl too afraid to even look people in the eye. But tonight, I'm the woman the industry will bowed to. Last year, they had crowned me the Top Designer Brand of the Year. And tonight, I intend to prove it had never been luck. When I was satisfied with every detail, I returned to my dressing mirror. I smiled as I watched my reflection stared back—no longer fragile, no longer broken. Seven years had carved steel where weakness use
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: Karma's coming Liam's Pov London had hardened me. The late nights buried in economics, the endless lectures about mergers and acquisitions, the luxury parties where men twice my age shook my hand with fake smiles—it had all left a mark. But when I had finally returned, the city no longer felt the same.I wasn’t just Liam Brooks anymore. I'm now the heir to my father’s empire, the man who would carry the Crownwell & Brooks name into a new dynasty.But of course, Father wouldn’t hand me the crown so easily.“Manage the departmental store first,” he had said, his voice stern with calculating eyes. “Prove you can build from the ground before you inherit the sky.”At first, I raged against the condition. A billionaire’s son reduced to running aisles of clothes and perfumes—it felt insulting. But I swallowed my pride, took the reins, and worked harder than I ever had. And it paid off. Sales tripled in less than a year. Yet still, I was only the man behind the curtain, not the face they applauded. And tha
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: A stage for HumiliationThe ride home felt like walking through shards of glass. My body still ached, my mind replaying every second of last night, twisting it sharper each time and I wanted to explode. When I pushed the door open, Mom was waiting. Her arms were folded, her eyes furious and worried all at once. “Aria Scarlett Monroe, where the hell were you last night?” Her voice cracked with anger. I tried to stand tall, to swallow it down, but the moment her gaze locked on my swollen eyes, my trembling lips, and the way I clutched myself like I’d shatter—her expression softened. Her anger melted into fear. “Baby… are you okay?” And that was it. The wall broke. My knees buckled. I tried to hold it in, but the tears. “Mom,” I cried, my voice breaking into pieces. “I… I messed up. Something happened—last night—Something I can’t take back.” She pulled me into her arms before I could finish. “Tell me. Whatever it is, I can take it. I’m here.” My words spilled between gasps and hiccups, messy and
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: Cruel heatI woke up in the morning from the sound of a running tap, the first thing I felt was pain. A dull ache between my thighs, my head throbbed like it had been split open. My whole body ached, tender in ways I had never felt before. The taste of alcohol still bitter on my tongue, but it was the heat of my skin—the phantom touch—that made me stir. I blinked against the strange ceiling above me. The room wasn’t mine. The sheets smelled unfamiliar, faintly of cologne and smoke. My hair was a tangled mess, spilling across my face. Strands stuck to my lips, others covering half of my vision. For a moment, I couldn’t even see properly, the world still spinning. Panic spread inside me as I sat up slowly, the heavy blanket sliding off my bare shoulders. And then it hit me. Last night. The drinks. The dancing. The boy. My stomach twisted. when I realized I was naked. Completely naked. I sucked in a breath, clutching the fabric to my chest as my heart crashed against my ribs. But the
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
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