The sun is high outside the floor-to ceiling hiding mansion of the Drufts but Devon is still debating with herself whether to wake Daemon up or leave him in peace. His men are outside clamoring to see his situation but Henry won’t allow them to see him. It was chaotic. Until now, they are still engaged in word war and she heard someone saying they have to decide who will be their new leader.“Daemon…” she slowly nudged his thigh but he just moaned a little and went back into his deep sleep. She sighed. He must have been so exhausted and besides that, he is still in pain from the bullet wounds. It would be cruel for her to disturb him. But what if his men outside will kill each other? It’s not a farfetched possibility. Members of mafia groups duel it out especially now that their leader is in his weakest state to select a new one. She’s seen it. It’s bloody just like how her own father overthrew her own grandfather right in front of her eyes to demonstrate his thirst for power. “Da
Daemon has sorted everything that needs to be in just a matter of a few weeks. Quite impressive given the sizable damage the attack caused on his business and reputation but he managed to do it despite the countless stitches in his body.Devon’s pregnancy became too noticeably hard for her. Morning sickness is more difficult to get by, she has no appetite, and she won’t eat unless Daemon prepares the food for her. “It’s the babies’ fault. They want to get closer to you,” she pouted and hugged Daemon from behind.They were in the kitchen. He is cooking beef stew for her while she clings to him like a sloth.Her nostrils are damn crazy for his smell as she tiptoed to bury her face on the nook of his neck.He gasped and turned off the stove to face her, carry her to the counter, and just stared at her fondly.“I told you. It’s the baby, the hormones!” Devon shrieked when Daemon’s eyes got mischievous. “I know. I know that’s why it’s more disappointing. You can’t get enough of me just b
It was three in the wee hour of dawn when she woke up to an uncharacteristic kick of pains around her pelvic area that is unlike the ones she’s gotten used to. She ignored it for a few minutes thinking that it would ultimately go away but when the contractions became too frequent, that’s when she sat up on bed wincing in indescribable pain. “Daemon! Daemon!” She shook his arm to wake him up.“Yes, yes. What is it?” he asked after turning on the lights and searching for her eyes.“I think I’m laboring. Aw!” she shrieked when another wave of awful cramps assaulted her groin and back. Beads of sweat started forming on her face and her neck. “What?! Okay, breathe in, breathe out. We’ll go to the hospital now.”He carried her and ran outside the room shouting for the car to get ready. “Are you okay?” he held her hands while wiping the sweat and tears off her face. “You will be okay, I promise. Henry, take the quickest route! I want to be there in five minutes!”They were parking in fr
Everyone is already asleep in the mansion except Devon who is sitting on the bed silently rocking the baby to sleep while crying.Daemon hasn't come home since last night after they have been discharged from the hospital. What was supposed to be a celebration for the coming home of Daemon's twin son turned out to be total waste when she emerged from the car with one baby wrapped in a pink saddle.Everyone is silent. The guards looked, the helpers stared and murmured, and Daemon's men looked from afar, confused how one of the two babies only survived. The party poppers went off and blue confetti rained down upon them. The entire mansion is decorated with blue balloons, blue designs, and blue everything. Feeling out of place, Devon hugged the baby closer to her chest. Head down, she went upstairs to their room and laid the baby gently to the crib filled with dangling car and gun toys. Her baby is unwelcome in a house that longs for a son.She's mortified too. She’s expecting a twin bu
Threatening her to get their baby adopted by Maddy made Devon entertain the wild thoughts in her head. She is a mother and it’s only right and instinctual for her to keep Emily.She had withdrawn from his grasp and would only constantly stay by the baby’s side protecting her and even preventing anyone from holding her.A rumor began circulating in the mansion and into the other parts of the district about a mafia’s wife getting crazy over losing her twin son. On the other hand, Daemon’s power started declining, winning less gang fights and losing business deals to other groups in black market. The Farrows maintained their wealth and control over their territory and began reaching out to Devon. One night, the Farrows ambushed Daemon on the way home. “Henry, what is happening? Where is Daemon?” she asked, clutching the baby in her arms when Henry suddenly barged inside the room to wake her. It’s like a déjà vu. Everyone is in chaos again. Cars are getting in and out of the garage and
“Hey Ava! Table 10. The same guy from yesterday! Hurry up!” Jessica shouted from the other end of the burger shop they’re working as waitresses. “Okay! Coming!” She shook her head and quickly finished cleaning the table. The man Jessica is talking about is the same creepy man who kept on staring at her yesterday. He ordered all the food in their menu but didn’t eat any of it. All he did the whole time he was there was stare at her and observe her every movement. After mentally noting that he is just another one of their hundreds of customers every day, she prepared a smile on her face and walked to the lone man on the farthest end of the resto just to find him already looking at her way. She studied his appearance in a subtle way. Black leather jacket over white shirt, black jeans, and rubber shoes. Pretty ordinary attire for the biggest diamond stone she had ever seen on his ring. She almost rolled her eyes. A married man and yet had the gall to openly flirt with other women. “E
“What?” she asked, frowning. “What are you talking about? And did you call me Devon? Whoever is that woman, I’m not her so let go of me now.”Her voice is firm, unshaken by the lethal glint in his eyes. This man is harboring a deep resentment for whoever that Devon is. Living alone taught her to fight for herself because no one will do it. No one’s got your back. Everybody has their noses on their own businesses. She has been harassed by men but they were never successful to crush her spirit. She will always stand her ground. They both stared at each other. No one is definitely backing down, certainly not her. After a while of showdown, the man slowly released her arm and sat down but his eyes were still on fire suspecting her. “You are Devon. I’m sure of it. You look so much like her,” he said after sipping on his coffee. “You may have successfully hidden yourself from me for years but you can’t run from me this time. I’m keeping my eyes on you closely.”Alarmed, she scanned the ar
“Is he inside?” she asked Jessica after she requested her to go out to see if the coast is clear. The coast meaning the demon named Daemon. Jessica ruffled her hair and shook her head. “He’s not outside. I asked Mark. His friend already left the town.”Ava breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god! I thought I’ll be dealing with that demon again.” She closed her locker and combed her hair to put it in a bun. “Gosh, I cannot take to see him after he ruined my day yesterday. I thought he’s stalking me again every time I see tall men in black jackets.”“Now dear, he’s gone so you can go back to your work peacefully.”“I know, I know and may he never come back.”She suited herself and started serving while humming. It feels so good moving, doing your thing without a man creepily staring at you from a distance. Lunch came which is considered the rush hour of the day. A group of men barged in and occupied the three tables, scattering the rest of the available seats on their way. She breathed