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CHAPTER 11: The Devil’s Game

Penulis: Hannahgold
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-30 16:51:20

ISABELLA

“You’ve signed yourself to me now,” he said, voice low and poisonous, like a silk rope tightening around my throat. “And there are consequences for disobedience.”

He stepped closer.

The chandelier light dimmed behind his frame, casting a long shadow that swallowed me whole. My spine hit the wall with a soft thud. His presence was a force his body blocking air, light, space. His eyes pinned mine like blades made of fire.

This was it.

I’d sold myself to the devil.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear.

“Let’s play a game,” he whispered.

My heart stuttered.

Those words. I’d heard them before years ago. My brother used to say the same thing when he wanted to test my patience or push me too far. And it never ended well. But this? This wasn’t a sibling teasing me.

This was Damian.

This was a predator.

A tear slipped down my cheek. “I’m not interested,” I said, barely louder than a breath, hoping he’d hear the plea in my voice and… stop.

But instead, he smiled.

That cold, knowing smi
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this is a great book so far. I hope you write more . I hope this doesn't end like other books with Damien dead or something. i like villains. but again someone always comes back to life. I just hope her and Damien get a happy ending . even if it has to be in book 2 if there is one
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