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: She called it CompensationNyx's PovBreathe. One step at a time.I whispered it to myself as I walked slowly through the house, fingers brushing the cold walls. Fear had lived here longer than I had, but tonight my heart was beating again—not from terror, but from resolve. I had survived this place. I had survived him. And soon, everything would end. Timing mattered. And for the first time, timing was finally on my side.Luis Renz.The name tasted unreal on my tongue—sweet and sharp, like a blade pressed to the lips. He came back. After all this time. After death was written in ink, not pencil.When Mason passed Marco’s message to me, I broke in silence. I sobbed until my chest hurt, mourning everything I lost—love, blood, a future that never got to breathe. But I wiped my face clean. No tears anymore. Tears were dangerous. Elena’s eyes missed nothing.She had tried to comfort me these past days, hovering softly like a shadow that cared too much. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was.I steadied my face and walked int
Última atualização: 2026-01-23
Chapter: She called it CompensationNyx's PovBreathe. One step at a time.I whispered it to myself as I walked slowly through the house, fingers brushing the cold walls. Fear had lived here longer than I had, but tonight my heart was beating again—not from terror, but from resolve. I had survived this place. I had survived him. And soon, everything would end. Timing mattered. And for the first time, timing was finally on my side.Luis Renz.The name tasted unreal on my tongue—sweet and sharp, like a blade pressed to the lips. He came back. After all this time. After death was written in ink, not pencil.When Mason passed Marco’s message to me, I broke in silence. I sobbed until my chest hurt, mourning everything I lost—love, blood, a future that never got to breathe. But I wiped my face clean. No tears anymore. Tears were dangerous. Elena’s eyes missed nothing.She had tried to comfort me these past days, hovering softly like a shadow that cared too much. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was.I steadied my face and walked int
Última atualização: 2026-01-23
Chapter: The woman called troubleMarco's PovI lay still behind the lens, watching the place Gabe called home.I’d been here for hours.He's so-called home sat quiet, almost peaceful—too clean, trimmed hedges. A perfect hiding place. The kind that mocked you by pretending nothing rotten lived inside it.I stayed still. Alone.I had sent my men out earlier, scattered across the city, whispering to those who still carried old loyalty. Men who still remembered who truly owned this town. I didn’t mention Renz. Not once. Too many words traveled fast and I wasn’t risking that.So this part was mine.I studied everything—the routes, the blind spots, the guards, their shifts. Who moved first. Who looked lazy. Who stayed alert. I memorized it all.The longer I watched, the angrier I got.Gabe had survived this long. That alone felt like an insult. And Nyx… the thought of her living there, trapped, tamed, watched like that—it burned.My fist clenched.I prayed I wouldn’t see Gabe walk out right now. Because if I did, I’d lose
Última atualização: 2026-01-19
Chapter: Gabriel won't get a simple death“But how?”The word slipped out of me before I could stop it. My chest felt tight. “How, Marco? Was Renz never killed… or did he crawl back from death?”Marco let out a low breath. A faint laugh followed, but there was no humor in it.“Both,” he said. “And it’s a long story.”I shook my head slowly. “Renz… that man Renz must be—”I stopped when Marco’s eyes cut into me.Sharp and warning. Jealousy flashed so clear it startled me.Seriously?I swallowed and cleared my throat.“So what now?” I asked instead. “What’s the plan?”“Nyx,” he said. “We get to Nyx. And we take her back to Renz.”I nodded slowly. “She hasn’t really lived without him,” I admitted. “She barely functions.”“Neither does Renz,” Marco said quietly.I leaned back. “The house is heavily guarded now. Gabe’s unstable. He’s fighting battles everywhere—his own mess, and the one he stole from Renz.”Marco’s jaw tightened.“To reach her,” I continued, “you have to get past his men. And Mason her guard. Nyx chose isolation.
Última atualização: 2026-01-16
Chapter: Renz Is Alive!!!Camila’s PovI was running late.The thought chased me down the street as I tightened my grip on the grocery bags and quickened my steps. My legs ached. My head throbbed.Nyx still hadn’t called.Days had passed. Too many.Had that bastard found her phone?The thought twisted my stomach as I turned onto my street. Since the miscarriage...she had lost her will..I really worry.By the time I climbed the stairs, exhaustion hit hard. The bags felt heavier. Sweat gathered at my back. I muttered curses under my breath, more angry at the world than myself.Then I stopped.Just a few steps from my door.My heart slammed.He was there.Leaning against the wall like he had every right to be. Pale. Tired. Thinner than I remembered. His face carried exhaustion he wasn’t trying hard enough to hide.The bag slipped from my hand.Groceries scattered on the floor.“Marco…”His name left my mouth before I could stop it.I didn’t remember moving, only that I was suddenly in his arms. He caught me with
Última atualização: 2026-01-15
Chapter: The waiting game: Shadows at the doorMarco’s PovRenz’s study was quiet the next morning.Too quiet.Sunlight spilled through the wide glass windows, painting the room in gold, but Renz didn’t seem to notice. He stood there, hands behind his back, staring out like the city below owed him answers.“Lord Bronco and his men will arrive in two days,” I reported calmly. “The cargo lands the same day.”Renz said nothing.I watched him from where I stood, wondering what war he was already fighting in his head.“I was thinking,” I continued, testing the silence, “maybe the men and I should wait until everything arrives.”Still no reply.Then his voice came out low but firm.“I’ll handle things here.”He turned slightly, just enough for me to know he meant it.“There’s no need for you to delay your movement,” he added. “Get ready. You’re taking the next flight.”I clicked my tongue, forcing a grin. “You’re not even looking at me. Afraid you’ll miss me too much?”That finally earned me a reaction.Renz glanced over his shoulder, u
Última atualização: 2026-01-11
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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 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
Última atualização: 2025-09-03
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