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作者: Angel
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Serena's point of View

He kissed like a promise and I was terrified of what he'd keep.

The suite was too quiet.

That eerie kind of silence that makes your skin buzz where every breath feels like a sin and every second stretches too long.

The wedding was over. The guest gone. The laughter faded. The music replaced with the soft ticking of a gold- trimmed clock on the mantel.

And Damien stood across the room, his jacket discarded, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the shadows catching along the Sharp lines of his jaw.

I hated how good he looked.

I hated that I noticed.

"This is the part where you carry me across the threshold," I said dryly, shrugging off my heels.

He didn't smile.

just looked at me with that unreadable gaze, the kind that made me feel stripped bare.

"I don't think either of us wants to Pretend anymore."

My pulse jumped.

I crossed to the mirror and started tugging pins from my hair, trying to act like the room wasn't thick with something I coul
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  • Bound To The Devil's Heir    015

    Serena Vale point of View;Two years ago.Something was changing.At first, it was subtle. My bruises were fading. The silence In the house stretched longer each night. My father once a constant storm of slurred threats and shattered glass was barely around anymore.He'd come home late, mumble something under his breath, then disappear again for hours or even days.And for the first time in my life, I didn't flinch everytime the door creaked open.But peace felt too strange to trust.it didn't feel like safety.it felt like a setup.The house began to shift in small, sharp ways.There were phone calls at odd hours. Doors closing before I could walk in. My father stopped asking me to cook or clean. stopped yelling at all. He just looked through me, like I wasn't even there.Then there were the men.strange men.Once, I came home early from school and found one sitting on our couch, tattoos up his neck, expensive watch flashing when he lifted his drink. He said nothing to me, just stare

  • Bound To The Devil's Heir    014

    Serena Vale point of View Two years ago.The next time I saw Uncle Matthias, he was in our living room.I had just returned from school late, tired , sore from carrying my portfolio of unfinished sketches and when I opened the door, his voice slid through the hallway like oil."I told you I'd handle it, Jude. But you never listen." I froze in the entryway.My father's voice answered. low. Harsh. "You're not in charge here, Matthias. This is still my house." "That house wouldn't exist if it weren't for me."I took a step back.They hadn't noticed me yet. I couldn't hear the clink of glasses whiskey, probably and the thud of my father's heavy boots pacing across the worn floorboards.I slide my shoes off and crept closer, staying behind the cracked drywall near the dining room arch. I peeked just enough to see them both.My father sat hunched in his chair, hair messier than usual, uniform shirt wrinkled and half buttoned.Matthias was opposite composed, sleek, dressed in another dark

  • Bound To The Devil's Heir    013

    Serena's point of View Two years ago.The sound of the belt striking the wall still made me flinch, even when it didn't land on my skin."Useless brat," My father spat. "Go to the damn store and don't come back with another excuse." He didn't look at me when he said it just waved his hand in the air like i was a fly that had overstayed it's welcome.I picked up myself from the corner, biting back the sting in my ribs. I didn't cry. I'd stopped doing that a long time ago. crying made him angrier.He was a police officer. The badge gave him power. The house gave him privacy and I gave him nothing but disappoinment.At least, that's what he told me everyday.I grabbed my coat and stepped out into the cold. The world outside our house didn't know what happened behind the peeling blue door. people smiled at my father on the street. They nodded when he walked into the local diner. They never noticed the bruises I learned to hide with long sleeves and quiet lies.I was seventeen and alread

  • Bound To The Devil's Heir    012

    Damien's point of View She was lying to me.I didn't need proof. I didn't need facts or files or faces.I felt it.The moment we got into the car after the wedding, she changed. Her silence wasn't her usual cold defiance it was something else. Haunted. Guarded.And when she looked out the window, I saw this flicker of fear she tried to hide.it wasn't about the marriage. it wasn't about me.it was something or someone else.I stood in my office the morning after the entire city spread beneath me in glass and steel. The mansion was too quiet. she hadn't come out of the bedroom. Not that I expected her to.But she wasn't just tired.she was hiding.and I hated that it made me want her more.I hated that I still remembered the sound she made when I kissed her, the soft gasp, the way her fingers had curled into my chest. How she trembled against me like she wanted it just as badly as I did.That kiss wasn't fake.Not for me.I told myself I didn't care. That this was business. A strategy

  • Bound To The Devil's Heir    011

    Serena Vale point of View The car ride was long and quiet.Our fingers weren't intertwined. our bodies didn't touch. we sat in the back of the black Rolls Royce like strangers who just happened to share the same last name now. Wife. The word tasted foreign in my mouth. sharp around the edges. Cold But it was official. I was now Mrs. Damien Alaric. The world knew it. The internet had exploded with photos of our kiss, the gown, the guest list. I was trending on every gossip site by noon. My face was everywhere. And that's what terrified me. Because someone saw me. I could still feel the way my heart plummeted when I caught sight of that face- half- shielded behind a marble pillar on the balcony. A face from my past. A past I'd buried so deep, I thought it would never claw its way back. But now? My name may have changed, but my face didn't. And the whole world was watching it. "What's going through that mind of yours?" Damien's voice cut through the silence, deep and unrea

  • Bound To The Devil's Heir    010

    Serena's point of View He kissed like a promise and I was terrified of what he'd keep. The suite was too quiet. That eerie kind of silence that makes your skin buzz where every breath feels like a sin and every second stretches too long. The wedding was over. The guest gone. The laughter faded. The music replaced with the soft ticking of a gold- trimmed clock on the mantel. And Damien stood across the room, his jacket discarded, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the shadows catching along the Sharp lines of his jaw. I hated how good he looked. I hated that I noticed. "This is the part where you carry me across the threshold," I said dryly, shrugging off my heels. He didn't smile. just looked at me with that unreadable gaze, the kind that made me feel stripped bare. "I don't think either of us wants to Pretend anymore." My pulse jumped. I crossed to the mirror and started tugging pins from my hair, trying to act like the room wasn't thick with something I coul

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