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THE PRICE OF PRIDE
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A year to love the devil A FEAST OF CONTRITION
YASMINE'S POV I should’ve left him there. I should’ve closed the door and never opened it again, let him stew in his guilt until his pride rotted out of him. But when I cracked it open after an hour—thinking he’d surely left, thinking I could slip the jewel away without facing him—I found him still there. Sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, back pressed against the wall, as if the hallway itself had become his prison. “Yasmine…” His voice dragged across the air, low, pleading, catching my hand before I could slam the door shut again. The nerve of him. The arrogance of him. Even when begging, Az carried himself like the world would bend if he told it to. “Please…” he whispered, pushing against the door I was desperately trying to shut. “It’s fine, I’m good, I’ll go back.” My words were stiff, my throat raw from holding back tears. I shoved harder, but his strength made it useless. “You’re not fine, Yasmine,” he countered softly, but there was a steel thread in his voice tha
A year to love the devil THE PRICE OF PRIDE
AZREAL'S POV I shoved open the glass doors, the sunlight hitting me harder than I expected. My pulse was still sharp from what I’d done inside, but the weight in my chest wasn’t victory—it was something colder. Daniel’s words echoed in my skull. Other crimes tied to him. Yasmine didn’t know. That bastard wasn’t just a liar and a cheater—he was filth through and through. And instead of letting her discover it herself, instead of bringing it to her gently, I went in guns blazing with divorce papers and shadows ready to choke the life out of him. I had taken her chance at closure. I had taken her chance at power. I dragged a hand over my face, swearing under my breath. I had to fix this. I had to apologize. Not just with words—words wouldn’t cut through the fire I’d left behind me this morning. No, I needed something that spoke louder than pride, louder than my temper, louder than the demon whispering in my ear to just keep walking and never look back. My car beeped as I unlock
A year to love the devil SHADOW'S EDGE
AZREAL'S POV “He’s gone to work,” she finally said, exhaling like it was some kind of burden to answer me.I pressed my lips into a thin line and turned for the door. I wasn’t here to linger.But her hand caught my arm.“One… just once,” she cooed, her voice dripping with suggestion.As much as I hated laying hands on women, she’d earned it from the moment she opened her mouth—but not this early in the day.“Take your hands off me,” I said evenly, “or you’ll hate the consequences.”She only smiled and gripped tighter.I leaned in, my voice low enough to chill her blood. “This is how you got that son of a bitch to cheat on my wife, isn’t it?”Her eyes widened. “Yo—your what? Your wife!” she blurted, like the word offended her.I turned again, ready to walk out, but she darted in front of me, blocking my path like she had any power here.My patience snapped.This time, I wasn’t going to be gentle.She planted herself in front of me, chin raised, like she thought she could tempt her way
A year to love the devil CRUMBS OF REGRET
Azrael’s POV“You’re not here to cook, Yasmine,” I snapped, the words coming out harsher than I intended. “That’s why I have maids in the house.”She stiffened, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the plate. “I am your wife. I was a wife before, and if you’re going to get mad over the fact that I just wanted to make pancakes for you, then get mad at me. Not them.” Her voice cracked at the edges, but her chin didn’t drop.I stepped closer, my patience fraying with each beat of my pulse. “You’re not here for anything—not to clean, not to cook. You’re not a maid. Your only fucking purpose is to love me. I don’t care if you were a wife or a whore before—love me. That’s all I’m asking for.”The moment the words left my mouth, regret ripped through me. I saw it—saw how they hit her like a physical blow. Her eyes glistened, a thin sheen of tears trembling, just one blink away from falling.Her lips parted, but no words came at first. Then, barely above a whisper, “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’
A year to love the devil PANCAKES AND PLEAS
AZREAL'S POV"I'm going out, I'll be right back," I told Yasmine as I stood up from the couch."Where are you going to?" She asked, looking up at me."You don't have to know Yasmine, but just be good, I'll be back before you know it," I said, and watched her purse her lips, taking back the words that were supposed to follow."Okay," She replied and stood away from the couch to her room."Give her whatever she wants, clean these, and if anything happens here, let me know immediately, "I ordered Laura, the head maid who nodded in response before walking back out to the car."Sir, where are we headed?" The driver asked."Take a break, I'll drive myself to where I need to be,"The driver blinked at me, surprised, but didn’t question it. He stepped aside as I slid into the driver’s seat. The engine rumbled to life beneath my fingers, but for a moment, I didn’t shift into gear. I just sat there, staring ahead, jaw clenched tight.I could still feel Yasmine’s eyes on my back—even from inside
A year to love the devil THE WEIGHT OF FREEDOM
AZRAEL'S POVI got back home with Yasmine, and as much as I hated to admit it, I'd never seen anyone so pretty in an angry state."If you go in, with that face dearest wife, the maids are going to think I'll kill them for not being able to soothe you," I said, as the car pulled to a stop and I grabbed the wedding certificates and the divorce papers that bastard signed."Really?" She asked, trying to force a smile."No, it's okay to be mad, it's okay to be angry, and you don't have to smile when you don't want to because I said so," I said, running my hands down her hair, pulling her to a stop before me."C-can I hug you?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears"Thought you wouldn't ask," I said and pulled her into my arms, and the moment she sank into me, it felt like the tension in her spine cracked and gave way. Yasmine trembled lightly, not from fear, not from weakness—just the kind of release that comes after holding it together for far too long.Her fingers curled into my shirt,
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