LOGINI needed money, not love, not sin, not to become a fuck toy. Just enough to save my dying mother. So when a mysterious woman offered me a deal, one night with a rich client for a life-changing amount, I said yes. A decision I thought Iād regret for just a nightā¦. not for eternity. But everything twisted when I didn't sleep with the man who paid for my virginity. I fucked not ordinary men instead. Theyāre the Velvet twins. Lucifer, the calm, manipulative, and calculative one Raven, the wild, and dangerous one, addicted to chaos. Sons of the mafia king who destroyed my father. They claim Iām theirs, their contract, their property, their future. And most importantly, the Mother of their unborn child. That's when I realized I didn't sell one night of my life. Turns out, I sold my future. Now Iām trapped between two devils who want to own me, break me, and maybe even love me. But when the truth surfaces, one question burns: Which of them murdered my father? Then, more questions stack. But what if the man who killed my father is the one Iām falling for? What if the twins didnāt just buy my body, they bought my bloodline?
View MoreChapter 17: SketchMia's Point Of View:I swallowed hard, lying flat on my stomach, my legs kicking lazily in the air like I had nothing better to do than pretend innocence. A sheet of paper was spread beneath my chin, my pencil scratching across it. I wasnāt even focused, but somehow the sketch kept coming out right anyway.My mind kept drifting back to that dinnerā¦. to the moment Lucifer's eyes landed on me.There was something in his gaze, something Iād never seen before. Interest. The kind that felt like a warning disguised as attention.Raven noticed too. He didnāt say much, he never does, but the look on his face told me enough. That man reads a room like heās deciding who to bury first.Still, the rough sketch captured the scene perfectly. Luciferās stare, the tension, the danger, despite the fact that I wasnāt even trying. Art was the only place my hands moved exactly how I wanted them to.I loved anything artistic. Drawing, singing off-key on purpose, switching tones mid-se
Chapter 16: Your nameLuciferās Point Of View:The room was quiet as I sat back in this dark chair, watching the shadows on the walls. Everything here was black. he shelves, the desk, even the air feels heavy. Books everywhere, stacked neatly.One thing I couldn't stand was a messy place.My computer screen was blank, but my mind wasn't. The lamp beside me throws a soft light, just enough to remind me Iām still awake. The TV on the shelf wass wide, showing trees from the wildlife channel.The whole place felt cold, and clean. No noise. No movement. Just me, and my thoughts. This was the kind of room a man like me hides in when heās planning something big. Or when heās just thinking.I rested my hand on the desk.I just sat there, staring at nothing, while the room stared back at me like it had suddenly grown eyes, mocking me, laughing at the fact that my mind was scattering over a mere woman.Her confrontation replayed in my head without permission, looping.I couldnāt tell what stung
Chapter 15: A dragRaven's Point Of View:Maybe they were right. Maybe I was weak. Maybe I still am. But the last thing I ever needed was someone putting it in my face like I didnāt already know.I couldnāt protect Mom. I watched her die. I carried that every day like a scar I couldn't wash off. She was the only one who ever loved me. Father? He hated Lucifer and me from the start.It was never anā usā problem. It was a āhimā problem. That man despised anyone who couldnāt kill without blinking. Hated that we were kids with a conscience. Hated that we didnāt come out of the womb ready to spill blood for his name.He wanted soldiers. We were just children.If Dad had raised us alone without Mom, we wouldāve become a menace by age seven. Pure weapons, no conscience.But we loved Mom more, so we followed her way of peace, until thirteen. Until she died. Thirteen years of hatred from our father. Thirteen years of trying to impress a man who never saw us. No matter how hard we trained, figh
Chapter 14: Call from doctor Mia's Point Of View: My eyes fluttered open, taking in the room from the soft lilac sheets. The walls caught the morning light streaming through the window. Across from me, the door stood closed, its white frame neat. My room. From the bed, I noticed a silhouette at the far side of the room, a woman in a crisp white shirt and trousers. A nurse. She turned toward me, her smile gentle. Slowly, my vision cleared. āYouāre awake,ā she said, taking a step closer. āHow are you feeling?ā āIāā My voice cracked. āEasy,ā she said softly. āWould you like a glass of water?ā I managed a small smile and nodded. She reached for my shoulder and then my hand, helping me sit up properly. Her touch was gentle, guiding me without rushing. She picked up a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to me. I took it, bringing it carefully to my lips. When I finished, I handed it back. She placed it neatly on the nightstand and studied me silently as I wiped my mou
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