The Devil's Mistress
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"I’ll find you, no matter where you go."
He tilted his head, his calm delivery making the threat all the more unsettling. "Do you understand me?"
His words weren’t loud, but they didn’t need to be. His gaze bore into mine, daring me to defy him.
"Yes." I swallowed hard, nodding slightly, my voice betraying me with its lack of strength.
"Good girl." He watched me with a pleased, almost smug expression.
It seemed like a terrible idea, but something about his overconfidence pushed me to challenge him.
"But, what makes you think I’ll just stay here, waiting for you to show up whenever you feel like it?" I ventured, pushing my luck as we stared at each other.
"Consider it my way of repaying you after everything you’ve done."
I blinked, taken aback and confused.
"Repaying me?" The words slipped out before I could stop them, as my fingers caressed the spot where his hand had been.
His laughter was soft, almost indulgent, as if my naivety amused him.
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In a city plagued by crime and violence, a young woman fights to stay hidden from her sadistic stepfather and his ruthless gang.
In her journey to uncover the truth about her forgotten past, she crosses paths with a dangerous and mysterious stranger in the most unexpected manner.
Together, they embrace their twisted fate by striking a deal and altering their lives through a tale of romance and mystery.
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✦ 𝐷𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛. ✦
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Chapter: 44ROXANNE POV The morning started earlier than I liked. I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes when I found myself standing in Angelina's room, tugging her tiny uniform blazer straight while Mrs. Jones packed her lunchbox downstairs."Does this bow look okay, munchkin?" I asked, gently adjusting the white ribbon in her hair."It's perfect!" She beamed, rocking back on her heels. She looked up at me with those bright brown eyes, the same ones her father had and clutched her backpack tightly. "Can you come to school with me today? Please? Just for a little?"I blinked, surprised. "To your school?"She nodded eagerly. "You could walk me in! Maybe my teacher will like you too."A soft chuckle escaped me. "Alright, if it’s okay with your dad, I’ll walk you in. But only because you asked nicely."That made her grin wide as she practically skipped out of the room.I followed shortly after getting myself ready and headed down to the kitchen where the smell of breakfast greeted me before
Last Updated: 2025-06-16
Chapter: 43ROXANNE POVI stared for a moment too long.It was unsettling, realizing how much of this man’s life I didn’t know. I took a slow step back, suddenly aware of how out of place I looked in leggings and sweater among all these trained bodies and bulletproof buildings.Then I bumped into someone. I stiffened and spun around quickly.It was Thomas.He stood there, arms crossed tightly over his chest, glasses sitting perfectly on his nose, his mouth drawn into that hard line that never seemed to bend.I instinctively took a step back.His gaze didn't leave mine. "What are you doing way out here?"The question wasn't casual. Not even close.Before I could answer, he tilted his head slightly, scanning the area behind me. "Tired of cooping up in the tower, huh?""Something like that," I said, nodding. "Just looking around. That's allowed, right?"His expression didn't change and he said nothing. Just kept watching me like I might suddenly make a run for it. I shifted awkwardly, glancing to
Last Updated: 2025-06-15
Chapter: 42ROXANNE POVI sat with both hands wrapped around my knees, my body folded into the corner of the long leather couch like I could disappear into it.The living room felt warm, even with the early morning chill seeping through the mansion’s tall windows. Maybe it was the flickering fireplace across the room, or maybe it was just the man in the room.Damien held two steaming mugs of coffee, one of which he handed to me. I took it silently, my fingers curling around the warm ceramic."You take it with a little cream, right?" He asked, settling next to me on the couch."I do," I said softly, sipping the coffee. "Thanks." We sat in silence for a moment, aside from the occasional tick of the vintage clock on the wall. The rich scent of coffee lingered between us, blending with the faint scent of Damien's cologne; it was woodsy, masculine and something expensive I couldn’t place.He glanced at the plate of biscuits that rested on the glass coffee table in front of us, then back at me."You d
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
Chapter: 41DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV"Make me a martyr." Garry stood the hell up."Kendrick!" He barked, jabbing a finger at him, then swung it around to his crew. "Put the goddamn guns away, all of you." His boys hesitated, then, reluctantly lowered their weapons one by one. Then Garry's gaze shifted to Kendrick, stone cold. "And you. Don’t test me, boy." Kendrick lingered a moment longer, eyes flicking to me like he was daring me to say the word, before he took his hand away from his waistband and exhaled sharply.Adam and the boys didn’t move till I gave them a slight nod. Then, and only then, they holstered their Glocks.I glanced at Fred. He gave me a side-eye. Then, with a frustrated grunt, he shoved it back in his waistband and turned away slightly, still glaring at Kendrick like he was memorizing every inch of his face.Garry exhaled, half laughing as he stroked his mustache. "Well, that was dramatic."I didn’t respond, just listened as I leaned back in my chair."We must can come to a bet
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Chapter: 40DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI sat at my desk, one finger tapping the neck of the half-empty whiskey bottle in front of me. The bass from the club downstairs thumped faintly through the floors, muffled by the soundproofing, but my focus was locked on the two men in my office.Garry Anderson sat across from me, his shoulders relaxed, too relaxed. The same bastard who made Roxanne's life a living nightmare. Who laughed while she cried. The same lowlife that raised his voice louder than her screams.I knew his type. Dressed clean, smelling like expensive cigars, pretending to be civilized. But underneath it all? Just another street dog who clawed his way up and never stopped barking.And now he was here in my office, acting like this was a casual drop-in.Then there was Kendrick Lee, he didn’t bother sitting; he was too busy pacing the room like a damn vulture. Hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning the shelves, the décor, the bottle of scotch on the cocktail counter, like he was searching for s
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: 39DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVThe sun was already heating up the damn bricks in the driveway, and I was two minutes into scrolling through a few unread messages. Business. Nothing urgent enough to distract me from what today was about.Shopping.Yeah. Never thought I’d use that unironically."Come on, silly! Daddy’s waiting for you!" I glanced up from my phone and there they were, Angelina tugging Roxanne by the hand at the front door like she was pulling her into a carnival instead of just out for a day of shopping.And Roxanne?She looked…different.A short, casual dress clung just enough to her curves to draw the eye, mine included, and the pair of heels she wore didn’t even try to hide the smooth length of her legs. Her hair was straightened and parted to the side, falling neatly over her shoulders. And she kept brushing her fringe behind her ear like she wasn’t used to the attention. She didn’t know it yet, but she’d caught every bit of mine.I watched her pause in the doorway, her hand i
Last Updated: 2025-06-11
The Gangleader and Me
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"So, Tyson, do you just lurk around waiting to interrupt people or is that a special service you offer?"
He leaned against the table, his gaze locking with mine. "I'd say it's a special service, but only for certain people. I wouldn't want you to think I'm not paying enough attention to you, love."
"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him, "Because I was under the impression you enjoyed making my life difficult, not keeping an eye on it."
He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Well, it seems like you could use the excitement."
"Oh, trust me, my life's exciting enough without you stirring up trouble." I scoffed, but the corners of my mouth twitched upwards in a reluctant smile.
"But, perhaps I'm the kind of trouble you need."
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Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances.
Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot.
Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few.
Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see.
What will happen when their paths cross?
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1 𝐨𝐟, 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
"𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎."
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Chapter: Chapter NineAshley POV "Doesn’t have to be mutual today. There’s always tomorrow...or the day after that." He reached out and tilted my chin. Reflex kicked in and I smacked his hand away without hesitation. Mason was glaring and Chase was already rising from his seat. "Start moving." Ivan’s smile faded a notch. "Come on, don’t be like that..." "Ivan." That notorious voice interjected. We all turned as Tyson approached the table, that lazy, arrogant smirk on his face. He walked right up to Ivan and ruffled his hair like some annoying older brother. Ivan flinched and instantly shot up from the table, clearly uncomfortable. "What do you think you’re doing?" Tyson asked, still smiling, but the threat behind it was razor-sharp. Ivan didn’t answer. I just sat there, watching the tension shift the air around us. Tyson didn’t even look at me, but somehow...I knew he’d come because of me. "Nothing...sorry," Ivan muttered, stepping back. "I was just checking in. Everything’s good." Without wait
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Chapter: Chapter EightAshley POVI rubbed the back of my neck, my body practically begging for a nap as I trudged down the hall. My eyes fluttered shut for half a second, just enough to not see the person directly in front of me.I walked right into him."Um...what are you doing?" A guy's voice asked, amused.I blinked up, already expecting some sarcastic remark or an annoyed grunt."Waiting for you to snap at me." I said honestly, stepping back and taking in his features. Dark brown hair styled in a drop fade, strong jaw, brown eyes that flicked over me curiously."Well, my name is Mason." He said with a soft chuckle, clearly not offended.Mason. The same one Chase and Tyson mentioned?I tilted my head slightly. "Ashley. I’m guessing you’re one of Tyson’s pals?" He nodded once."And you’re the new girl who told him off?" He asked, his eyes narrowing with interest.I smirked proudly and nodded again.He burst out laughing. "That was so fucking hilarious." I blinked, surprised.He noticed. "What, you tho
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Chapter: Chapter Seven Ashley POV The next morning... Stepping onto campus, I made my way to my locker, ignoring the few lingering whispers still floating around from yesterday's prank. I wasn't worried. If Tyson had figured out it was me, he would’ve already tracked me down. But since I hadn’t heard a word from him yet, I knew he was still fuming, still searching. And that made it all the more satisfying. As my fingers keyed in the code to my locker, my eyes flickered down the hall. That’s when I spotted him—Tyson, pressed up against some girl, his hands tangled with hers at his locker like they were in their own little world. I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking away before he could catch me staring. I focused on retrieving my books for my first class, shutting my locker with more force than necessary. A tap on my shoulder made me turn and I found Chase standing there. "Hey." I greeted, shifting the books in my arms as I leaned casually against my locker. "How have you been?" He asked, his
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
Chapter: Chapter Six Ashley POV The moment I saw Tyson pulling into the campus parking lot that morning, I knew it was time. Leaning against the entrance, I pretended to scroll through my phone as he parked his bike near the usual spot. He swung his leg over, adjusted his leather jacket and ran a hand through his hair before heading toward the main building—completely oblivious to what I had planned. I waited until the coast was clear. With a quick glance around, I casually made my way to the parking lot, my heart pounding with excitement. A few students were nearby, but no one was paying attention to me. Perfect. Reaching Tyson’s bike, I pulled my bag around and retrieved the supplies—two full rolls of industrial-strength plastic wrap and a giant container of glitter. Working fast, I looped the plastic wrap around the bike, layering it over the handlebars, seat and wheels until the entire thing was trapped like a wrapped-up sandwich. Then came the best part. I popped open the container and s
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
Chapter: Chapter FiveAshley's POV Moments later, I parked outside a nearby store, yanking off my helmet before heading inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I grabbed a bottle of vodka off the shelf and made my way to the cashier. The woman barely glanced at my ID before bagging the bottle and handing it over. Stepping back outside, I climbed onto my bike and drove aimlessly, the wind cool against my face. I wasn’t sure where I was going—just somewhere that wasn’t home. Eventually, I found myself at the nearest park. Cutting the engine, I swung off the bike and made my way toward a secluded spot beneath a tree. The grass was still damp with morning dew, but I didn’t care. I twisted the cap off the vodka and took a deep swig, wincing as the burn spread down my throat. The sensation was both familiar and numbing—exactly what I needed. Leaning back against the tree, I let out a slow breath, staring up at the sky as I took another drink. For now at least, the world could wait. The shar
Last Updated: 2025-02-27
Chapter: The ArgumentChapter FourAshley's POVAs I stepped into the dining room, the scent of fresh coffee and buttered toast filled the air. Seated at the long marble table was Charlotte, flipping through the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. My stepmother was always polished—flawless makeup, designer outfits and an air of sophistication that screamed "fashion diva.""Ashley, please join me for breakfast." She said, barely looking up as she turned another page.Suppressing a sigh, I pulled out a chair and sat down, serving myself some food. I ate in silence, my mind preoccupied with yesterday's events.Then, as if reading my thoughts, Charlotte spoke. "Ashley, who was that boy who dropped you home yesterday?"I kept my gaze on my plate, stabbing a piece of fruit with my fork. "What boy?" I asked casually."Don't play games with me," She said, her tone sharp. "I saw you arriving on his motorcycle. The outdoor cameras don't lie."I met her gaze, unfazed. "My tires were flat, so he gave me a ride ho
Last Updated: 2025-02-18
The Light Through His Darkness
Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media.
As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life.
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"You’re relentless, wife."
"And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy.
I smirked but kept my mouth shut.
She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?"
That was it. Restraint? Gone.
Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine.
"Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer.
"Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips.
"Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore.
"Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless.
She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward.
"I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants.
She looked so flustered, so completely off her game.
And damn it, she was tempting.
Too tempting.
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Chapter: Pizza ManJustin POV The mansion was quiet when I walked in, just the sound of my own footsteps echoing through the foyer. I was heading toward the stairs when I caught the sound of laughter coming from the living room. I stopped, then stepped back, making my way toward the source. Isabella was on the couch with the twins—David and Daniel—helping them with what looked like a school project. The coffee table was a mess of scraps of paper, glue sticks and markers. I was about to turn and leave when Daniel’s voice cut through the room. "Cousin Justin, you’re back from work!" I froze. Both boys looked up at me, wide-eyed and expectant. I gave a small nod, but my attention drifted to Isabella. Her smile faded the moment our eyes met. She looked at me for half a second before dropping her gaze back to the paper she was cutting with a pair of scissors. David suddenly spoke up. "Hey, did you hear about our birthday party?" I scratched the back of my head, about to answer, but Daniel beat
Last Updated: 2025-02-26
Chapter: No ClueJustin’s POV The sharp buzz of my six o’clock alarm pulled me from sleep. I exhaled heavily, stretching my arms over my head before rolling my shoulders. Sleeping on the damn sofa wasn’t doing me any favors—my back felt stiff as hell. I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck as I glanced toward the bed. It was empty. The sheets were neatly spread, like she hadn’t even slept in it. My brows drew together as I stood, rolling out the tension in my shoulders before heading toward the bathroom door. I knocked. No answer. Pushing the door open slightly, I peeked inside. Empty. With a sigh, I turned toward the closet. A weird sense of relief settled in my chest when I saw her clothes still there. At least she hadn’t packed up and left. I shook my head at the thought, grabbing a suit and heading towards the bathroom. Moments later, I was adjusting my tie in the mirror when I heard the door open. Isabella walked in, carrying a coffee bottle and a small lunch container. She placed
Last Updated: 2025-02-26
Chapter: A MessIsabella POVI opened my mouth to respond, but Justin shook his head, cutting me off."Let me explain, okay?" His eyes locked onto mine and for the first time, I saw something unfamiliar—vulnerability. "Just...listen, please."That one word "please" took me by surprise. Justin Martínez never asked; he commanded. Hearing it from him and in that tone, softened something inside me, in a way I wasn't prepared for. I crossed my arms tightly beneath my chest, nodding reluctantly. He exhaled deeply, his hands dropping to his sides as he sat back on his heels. For a moment, he stayed quiet, as if trying to gather his thoughts."Getting married was the only way for me to regain access to my accounts," He began, his voice low. "The bank that holds my wealth, assets, inheritance...it's all tied to a contract my parents signed decades ago."I frowned, confusion knitting my brow.He dragged a hand through his hair, before he continued. "The contract states that none of us—me, my siblings, can co
Last Updated: 2025-01-09
Chapter: The CenterIsabella POVLeading my parents out of the dining room, I kept my head high, even as my thoughts and emotions swirled. Once we reached the front door, I turned to face them.My mom adjusted her coat and she let out a quiet sigh. "Well, that was...an interesting evening.""I'm sorry about everything. They can be...intense." I glanced at her and rolled my eyes slightly, trying to lighten the mood."As long as you're all right, Bella." My mom exhaled, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek. I managed a small smile, holding her hand briefly as I glanced between her and my father. "I'm fine. Are you?" My father's expression hardened slightly, but he nodded. "We've endured worse, but remember, this is just part of the contract. It will be all over soon and you will be unburdened by this, just stay focused, Bella."My jaw tightened and I nodded, though the reminder hit like a cold splash of water. "I know."My mom pulled me into a quick hug. "Take care of yourself." "And call if you nee
Last Updated: 2025-01-08
Chapter: Family MattersIsabella POV"My wife is absolutely right."Justin’s hand on my leg began a soothing massage and before I could say another word, he spoke up. "Our marriage has nothing to do with my employees. Whether or not Mr. Knight works at my company, it’s none of anyone’s business who I choose to marry." I glanced at Justin, pressing my lips together to keep my emotions in check. His subtle support reminded me to stay composed. I knew I had to maintain control before I let it get the better of me and risk saying something I shouldn't—especially about the marriage contract. Before Mr. Tom could respond, Harden chimed in. "I agree with Justin on this one."He glanced at my parents with a nod. "They seem like respectable people so far." My parents smiled faintly in response, their tension easing slightly.Mr. Tom raised his hands in defense, shaking his head. "No, no. I think you’ve all misunderstood me." His eyes moved around the table. "I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just curious, that’s al
Last Updated: 2025-01-06
Chapter: The GuestsIsabella POVI quietly continued to eat and Miss Sonia’s smile tightened. "But isn’t marriage about commitment? About fighting for what you’ve built?""Yes, but it’s also about knowing when to let go for the sake of happiness." My mother replied, her tone calm as she narrowed her gaze at Miss Sonia. I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip as I leaned back, hoping to blend into the background.Harden probably sensed the unease and chuckled lightly. "I agree with both of you, but let’s be honest—it wasn’t working.""We were both miserable. It’s better this way." He shrugged, attempting to ease the atmosphere.Miss Sonia sighed deeply, nodding reluctantly. "I just wish you’d tried harder, son."Before the mood could darken further, Aunt Lisa interjected. "Marriage is like a buffet—you try a bit of everything, but sometimes you realize the dish you picked isn't for you.""And that's okay, as long as you enjoy the dessert." Her comment earned a round of light chuckles, easing t
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