Daemon Druft in his early thirties in his signature shoulder length hair and arm sleeve tattoo looks as gruff and as ruthless as ever. Devon first saw him on a convention for the arts when her college buddy asked her to accompany him. He's with Maddy then while picking up an impressionistic painting in the gallery.
She spent her whole time staring at the man who stood the tallest among the people there. In awe of his majestic hold of himself, of the power she knows he is proud of controlling.That's when she realized about the reason of her father's obsession for power and that's when an idea began to take a seed inside her."Are you sure you are a Farrows?" asked the man while still looking at her ring."I am. If you are still doubting then why don't you call Daemon for him to see me himself. He knows who I am," she said with her head high.But the truth is, she's just lying. There's no way Daemon will recognize her. He didn't ever had the chance to meet her even in the banquet held by the old and wise Farriah. Daemon came to the event but she hid in the kitchen throughout the whole time trying to prevent herself from seeing Joffrey."I will bring you to him but if I found out that you are lying, I will wring that small neck you have and feed it to my ducks.""Oh, you are a little too hotheaded," I softly said that turned into a gasp later when he dragged me inside the humungous building.The interior of Daemon's lair is just like him. Dark, foreboding, and intimidating. The whole walls are covered with paintings. Even the ceiling is painted with the familiar scene from Michelangelo's Sistene Chapel painting.Inside the big hollow building are glass boxes which house something she can't clearly see from her position. On each of the glasses are two guards with guns on their sides while the guests look.This must be the relics Daemon loves to sell every night. Rumor has it that aside from drugs and gun cartel, Daemon also has the monopoly in the district when it comes to art smuggling."Stop looking kid and watch where you're going," the man's voice rose when she almost tripped on the boxes on the floor.They had walked down to the basement area of the building where the light is so dim."Where are we now?" she asked with a tinge of fear when they stopped behind a metal door.Devon looked around the floor with the help of the faint light coming from a small bulb in the low ceiling of the basement."You're here to see the boss so you'll see the boss."The man pulled her arms and opened the door and pushed her inside. She squeaked in low pain when she hit the floor but immediately got up when a moan of a man in pain startled her."Lost are you, little one?"A chill run down her spine when a rich dark tone of a voice sprang from behind her. She slowly turned around and batted her eyes to adjust to the glaring light of the room. Devon blinked when she is finally face to face with the man she never thought she would have the courage to meet.She shook her head nervously and tried to appear courageous but she immediately drop it when she saw Daemon grinned while studying her face."N-No... No, I'm not. I... I am here to see you."He cocked his one brow and put his foot on top of the head of the man lying on the floor that she just noticed by now."Oh, you're here to see me. Why would a little kid like you like to see me? Hmmm?"He crossed his leg and put his hand on his cheek while his other hand reached for his pocket and took out a cigar."Could you light it for me?"She immediately walked to the table where the lighter is and picked it up avoiding the sight of the man on the floor that is now unconscious. She lit his cigar and took steps back to regain her composure."Thank you. Now why would you want to talk to me, Ms. Farrows?" He said it in the most casual but probing tone that she can't help but took a long breath."I... I need your help..." She stopped when she realized something. He knows her?!"Wait, you know me, Daemon?""The same way you know me, Ms. Farrows. Now what would the only daughter of my sworn enemy be doing in my own territory? Care to share it, Devon? Share it to me. Depending upon the circumstances, maybe I could be generous enough to help you."She gulped and prepared herself. This is it. It's now or never."I..." She breathed again before looking directly at his droopy wild eyes. "I want you to take me in, Mr. Druft. Take me Daemon, please."There. She finally said it but the obvious nonchalance in Daemon's face tells her he is not liking the idea.After a minute of awkward silence, the man laughed and then stood up to stalk her. She took a step back and then another before finally resting to the wall when her back hit the doorknob."Could you please repeat what you just said, Ms. Farrows? You want me to what?"He puffed out a smoke on her face and smiled dangerously."I... I wanted you to take me in for the time being. You see, my father wanted to marry me to Joffrey Dylan and I don't want that.""And you would rather be with the enemy of your family?"She nodded. "Yes, because I know you don't hurt children and women."Daemon put off his cigar by sticking it to his own flesh in the hand. They both watched it create a searing burn on his hand."You are not just a simple child or a woman, Devon. You are a Farrows, a child of my enemy. What makes you think I would get myself involved in whatever family matters you are experiencing right now? I only want to be the only surviving leader of the entire district. Nothing else."She swallowed the lump in her throat to ready herself."That's how I hated to be with Joffrey that I'd rather be with an enemy."Daemon walked away from her and sat back to his chair."Everything has a price in this world, Ms. Farrows. What could you offer me?"She thought for a moment. What a dumb thing for her to not think of this. Of course, Daemon would always want to get something from every deal especially when it involves the wrath of her own father."Are you now willing to take me in at least for a time being? If you do, then I could work for you day in and night. I will do everything you wanted me to do. Just please, let me stay here. They will never think that I'd run here of all places.""Nah, nah." Daemon clicked his tongue. "I have enough workers, Farrows. But I lack something that only you, a woman, can give me."Her eyes widened in confusion. What could be that?"I... I don't have enough money," she softly said which elicited a laugh from him."Ms. Farrows, I will give you money if you ever give me what I wanted." He clasped his hands and stared at her bossom. "Bear me a son Devon and I'll protect you forever."She went home running afterwards. How could that man say things like that as if it's that easy for her to be the mother of his child? How would a 23-year old like her be matured enough to carry a child born out of just a deal with Daemon?She sneaked past the guards and went straight to her bed. That night, she tried hard to think about another plan but nothing ever materialized.The days turned like some fast-forward movie for her life. As the weeks end, her fear of being married to her most hated man intensifies. On the night of a party his father organized for the announcement of the engagement, she felt like choking to death. She can't breathe through his white dress. She felt like exploding. She just wanted to disappear at the moment."Devon, tonight will be the night that your father and I will be so happy. Our only daughter will finally be married to a fine gentleman." Her mother hugged her and looked at her father who is just as stoic as ever. Devon stared at her father, plea
She must have been the unluckiest girl in the world as she waited in the car outside the church. Wearing a vintage wedding dress that her mother worn on her own wedding with her father, she kept on wiping the tears from her face."Devon, stop crying! It's your day today! It's your wedding day. They will wonder what's gotten into you," her mother exclaimed and tried to wipe her tears with her tissue but she moved away from her."This is just the start of my suffering, mom. I wanted to stop this but you won't let me so please know you did it to your own daughter.""You really are sometimes a pain in my head. I wanted to have a daughter but look what I had! Someone who can't understand. You cannot even make a small sacrifice for the family who raised you."Melena went out of the car and asked for the make-up artist to retouch Devon's make-up.She continued crying so her mother decided to extend the ceremony to calm her down. Another make-up artist went up to her."Just don't bother, plea
They reached the altar and Melena and Gestoni to hand her down to Joffrey. But before he could get his hands on her, a loud crash from the ceiling made all the guests screamed in panic. Bullets started raining and some men in black entered the church. People were running towards the doors. The Farrows family soldiers pulled out their guns and exchanged fire. Devon swallowed hard, a tinge of hope swelled in her. This is it. It's her chance.With all the force in her, she bit Joffrey's hand and ran towards the side of the church as what Ariane had told her."Devon! Get Devon!" Joffrey ordered.She began crying again when men began running towards her. Her high heeled shows are slowing her down as well as her heavy wedding dress. "No... No! No!" she shouted when she reached a dead end while the guards are now closing on her."Devon! Here!"She turned to her side and saw Ariane opening a gate for her. Devon wriggled her feet to throw away her shoes and run towards her friend."I thought
Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage."I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal."His words rang into her head like a recorder."So this is the price I have to pay for not marrying Joffrey. I'll take it as it is," she muttered when the door to the shower opened and Daemon stepped out naked all the way down while wiping a towel on his head.He grinned at Devon who quickly averted her eyes. "Let me guess, you're a virgin Devon? Never had a dick in your life?"Her eyes widened, scandalized by the vulgar term he used. "Must you really say that? It's obvious that I don't have one. I would have asked them to save me if I had one."Daemon laughed and sat beside
"Your husband isn't coming home yet, Mrs. Druft. He's crazy about Maddy Johnson. Don't expect him to choose you over that woman."She flinched hard from staring at the parking area of the house when a hard bitter voice suddenly spoke from her back. She slowly turned around to see a man who has not been shaven for probably months now with a gun carelessly planted on the side of his dirty black jeans."Who are you?" She stepped back warily and looked at the door to the living room hoping for someone to be in sight.The man just laughed noticing her fear. "Henry Sean. Your knight's loyal man," he introduced himself. "Go inside and sleep. Dameon won't be back until dawn." He nodded at her and then walked past her towards the adjacent room in the main house."W-Wait Henry. Is she okay? I mean, is Maddy okay? I heard she's been stabbed. I just wanna know if she's alright now."He stopped on his tracks but did not look at her. "If I can have it my way, I wish she'd died but I can't have my
She didn't move when Daemon started kneading her breast and kissing the other. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure he's giving her. Moan, feel his hot breathe on you, she kept telling herself.His hand traveled down to her navel making circles on it before sliding his finger inside her underwear and cupping her mound.She can't help but let out a whimper."You loving it? Mhhh?" Daemon asked when her nails dig deeper into his arms when he sank his finger inside her.Pull and push. Pull and push until she felt her world spinning in pleasure. "Do you like it, Devon. Do you like what I'm doing to your body?"She nodded, her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut."I want you to open your eyes and answer me," he commanded.Drunk in lust, she opened her eyes and said yes.His hand inside her stopped moving to her disappointment. She rotated her hips against his finger but Dameon held her legs together."The next time I ask you that, you have to tell it to me in a more conv
Daemon’s gallery is teeming with clients who are keen on looking at the precious items on the glass cages that night. An ambassador from Asia is present and is busy discussing with Daemon over a glass of rum on the other side. Devon is on the far side just observing the place. Her husband talked her over in the dinner saying that she needs to be seen by his side in the events that he is invited. He will slowly reveal their marriage which means her family will know really soon about her being married to an enemy. “I don’t think you should be spying on your own husband, Devon.”She almost jumped to her feet when a voice suddenly spoke from her back. “You scared me,” she said when she saw Henry hovering around her. “Daemon does not like being watched. If he caught you snooping around him, he might suspect something.”She returned her eyes on the man who is now talking to his phone, his furrowed brows and annoyed lips made him more fearsome and handsome in her eyes. “Suspect me? For
“Did you enjoy the night?”Devon did not look at Daemon who’s driving and nodded. “I did,” she replied timidly. “Really? But you practically ignored me the whole night.”She smiled half-heartedly. “Oh you noticed that? I thought you only had your full attention to Maddy.”She is still fuming inside whenever she remembers that lipstick on his neck that magically disappeared that now she wondered if he deliberately erased it. Daemon chuckled. “I never knew you’re a jealous type of woman, Dev. That’s so sweet.”Sweet?! The hell! He found her feelings being played at to be sweet? She thought. But should she still ask why? This is Daemon Druft for heaven’s sake!She didn’t say anything until they arrive at his house. No matter how he tries to open up a new conversation, she stayed uninterested and pretended to be mute. Even when they’re already in bed, she laid to his side and closed her eyes. She does not want to see his face. if only she could sleep on the floor or outside the room, s