THE DEVIL'S POSSESSION

Selene’s POV“She’s the only asset I have left. Once you take her, my debt is cleared.”The words punched through the air like a bullet and I froze mid-step, the heel of my shoe catching on the edge of the marble tile outside Damien’s office.My hand hovered over the doorknob.What was he talking about, or rather who who was he talking about?My heart stopped beating for a moment then slammed against my ribs with a force that seems like it wanted to get out of my body.The office door wasn’t fully closed. So it was easier to hear Damien's voice, the desperation in it and the pants in his breaths as he paced - or I assume that's what he's doing.“I said tonight,” he hissed into the phone. “I don’t care how. Just take her.”Shock glued my feet to the floor and I couldn't breathe.Take who?But I wasn't stupid. I knew he was talking about me Take me?A sick wave of cold crashed over me, starting from the base of my spine and crawling up to the back of my neck.I nudged the door open ju

{Ronan’s POV}She whimpered in her sleep.Even unconscious, she was restless—like her body didn’t trust peace anymore. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, one arm thrown over her chest as if trying to shield herself.The bruises on her jaw were darker now. The swelling around her lip had set in. I hated how small she looked in my bed. Like she was trying to disappear into the mattress.I hadn’t taken my eyes off her in over an hour.Not because I didn’t trust my security team—no one could touch her now.But because for the first time in years, I wasn’t sure if I’d saved someone... or destroyed her.My phone buzzed on the glass table beside me. I let it ring once. Twice. Then I picked it up.“Talk.”Luca’s voice came through, low and steady. “Cleanup’s done. Cops bought the story—break-in gone bad. Two bodies disposed. The third one... he’s still breathing.”“Name?”“Vincent Franco. Ex–White Fang crew. Guessing he got bought out by Salvatore’s men.”Of course he did.“They send a mess

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart racing and my mind churning with a flood of emotions that I struggled to articulate. A wave of familiarity washed over me, bringing with it a deep sense of dread."No, I can't do this," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly as the words left my lips. It felt as if I were stepping into a shadowy echo of the past, reminiscent of that painful moment when everything had first fallen apart."He won't be any different from Damien," I thought bitterly, memories flooding my mind like an unwelcome tide—too painful and sharp to linger on. Images of betrayal and heartbreak pierced through my consciousness, forcing me to confront the anguish I had tried so hard to bury."I mean every word I say to you," he insisted, his gaze steady, earnest, and unyielding. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but it only deepened the conflict within me. "I don't care about the world, the power, or any of that. Just stay with me, and I'll protect you with everything I h

Selene’s POV – Ronan’s MansionThe silence of the room enveloped me like an oppressive shroud—cold, suffocating, and profoundly unwelcome. I curled up on the edge of the immense bed, its plushness both inviting and confining, pulling my knees tightly to my chest. My arms wrapped around them in a protective embrace, as if they could shield me from the impending storm of chaos swirling just beyond the door. This bed, too soft and impossibly clean, exuded an air of luxury that felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary—it was like a throne constructed for a captive. The biting irony of my situation wasn’t lost on me.No tears came, no matter how desperately I tried.I had absolutely attempted to cry, to unleash the flood of emotions swirling within me. But my heart, battered and weary, had succumbed to a numbing silence, as if my body had sensed the futility of it all. In this twisted reality, tears were nothing but a wasted effort.

Selene’s POVI stood outside the grand oak door, my back pressed flat against the icy marble wall, the chill seeping through my clothing. My breath caught in my throat as I strained to eavesdrop on the conversation echoing inside.Each word they exchanged struck me like a bolt of electricity, igniting a tension deep in my bones. Ronan’s tone remained cool and unbothered, a calm facade that concealed the storm brewing beneath. Yet, there was something darker lingering in his words—a calculated plan slowly unfurling, one that hinted at his imminent departure… and the unsettling notion that he intended to take the shadows with him.Hope flickered within my chest, a fragile flame dancing against the darkness of despair that had clouded my mind for so long.Then, the sound of footsteps broke through my thoughts.Heavy. Measured. Drawing closer with each passing second.My heartbeat hammered frantically against my ribcage, a wild drum