LOGINHello everyone👋 Thank you for giving The Darkest Devotion a chance. I’m sorry I haven’t been available for some months now, but I’m back now🎊 Yayy! And I will be posting chapters more consistently. I hope you’re loving the book so far. Buckle up, because it’s about to be a long, bumpy ride💕
LEONBy the time dawn breaks through the sky, I’m already up. It was pointless forcing myself to sleep after the nightmare, so I spent the remaining hours of the early morning staring blankly at the ceiling. At the first streak of light, I got up, freshened up and stepped out of the room.The apartment is quiet as I head over to the kitchen to make breakfast. Gabriella never has anything solid for breakfast. She usually takes a single fruit or a few spoonfuls of yogurt before rushing out of the apartment.Today, I decide to make a proper breakfast, one that consists of eggs, toast and sliced tomato. She probably won’t eat it, yet I make it anyway, mostly because I'm genuinely tired of eating whatever Gabriella manages to mix up in this kitchen. Her cooking has gotten slightly better, but still has a long way to go. And importantly, I’ll be handling everything in the kitchen from now on, moving forward to prevent another drugging incident from happening. I’m mad at her. I hate her.
LEONI lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, and sleep refuses to come anywhere near me.It's been two hours since I closed myself off in this room, and in those two hours I haven't stopped seeing her face. The image in my head is not the angry version of her, the one that was screaming at me in the parking lot and demanding answers I was too angry to give. The image in my head is the face that came after, the one that stared back at me as everything I tried to bottle up inside me cracked open and a single tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it.I close my eyes, and the image is still there. I shouldn't have said it. Any of it. I knew the words were going to break her the moment they left my mouth, and I said them anyway, because some part of me wanted them to break her. I wanted to hurt her the way the last few days had hurt me, the helplessness of standing in that room watching her sleep off a drug some boy gave her, the fear that still hasn't fully left my body even
GABRIELLAI make it three steps outside her office before the tears come.I hold them as long as I can, blinking hard against the burn behind my eyes, and by the time I round the corner into the main hallway, I've lost most of the battle. Nicole and Lisa are waiting by the lockers, and the second they see my face, whatever they were talking about stops."What happened?" Lisa asks, already reaching for me."I was stupid." “Gabby…” Lisa wraps an arm around me. “What went on in there?”My voice comes out wobbly. "I explained my situation to her and asked if she could take me as a private student,” I sniff. Saying it out loud makes me sound even stupider. “But she said I'm not someone she can work with right now. Or maybe ever."Lisa's face falls into something sympathetic, but before she can say anything, Nicole laughs.It's not a kind laugh. It's short and sharp."You thought she'd take you?" She asks like the whole idea is genuinely funny to her. "Gabriella, she trains the best dancer
GABRIELLABy Monday morning, the apartment walls feel like they are closing in on me.The feeling has been building since Saturday morning. The unease and silence from Leon, Nicole and Jack.The tension between Leon and I has taken on a physical quality. It feels like a third presence moving through the rooms with us. He hasn’t stopped cooking for me, and that presence sits at the table between our plates, filling the hallway when we pass each other without speaking, and occupies the space between us as we remain at opposite ends of the apartment, avoiding each other. So this morning, I get dressed faster than I ever have and head to the parking lot before he can enter the kitchen to make breakfast. When he sees me leaving, he follows silently behind me.The car drive is more torturous than any other drive I’ve ever been on. I practically jump out of the car as we arrive at the school parking lot and rush to my first class of the day.Nicole is already at our usual spot when I get to
GABRIELLAThe first thing that hits me is the lights.It comes through my curtains in harsh stripes, directly on my face. It drags me out of my sleep. My eyes open slowly, and then I wince and cover my face again, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the room. My head aches as I glance around me. The ceiling above me is familiar. I’m in my room. My bed. I can’t remember getting in here. I look down at the stuffed rabbit tucked under my arm, which I don't remember reaching for.I lie there for a moment, waiting for my brain to catch up.Then I turn, and I see him.Leon is sitting on the small sofa in the corner of my room, his elbows resting on his knees and his head bent forward into his hands. He hasn't noticed I'm awake. He's just sitting there, still as everything else in the room, and the sight of him is so wrong that for a long moment I just stare and try to figure out if I'm still dreaming.He's never been in my room before. He’s never even been on my side of the penthouse a
LEONThe moment I jerk awake, I know something is wrong.First, my head is pounding. The terrible ache makes it almost impossible to open my eyes, but I do, equally forcing myself to stand from the sofa.The second thing I notice is that my legs take a second longer than they should to cooperate. I brace myself against the armrest and wait for the room to stop spinning. The apartment is dark except for the city light coming in through the curtains.Thirdly, the house is quiet. It always is, considering there are just two of us living here, but something about this particular silence makes my back stiffen.My hand goes to my waistband out of habit, my fingers closing around the gun I always keep there, and I step forward and try to remember how I ended up asleep on the sofa. My neck aches from the angle my head had fallen asleep in, and my body feels unnaturally heavy.I look at my watch. It’s a few minutes past midnight.Without thinking, I move to Gabriella's side of the apartment.I
GABRIELLAThe corridor outside his office is quiet, too quiet for a Monday afternoon. Most of the other lecturers have already closed their doors, and the hum of student chatter has thinned to a few scattered voices. My flats click against the tiled floor, the soles sounding louder to my ears as I
GABRIELLA“What’s so funny?”The words come out sharper than I mean them to, but their laughter grates against my skin until I can’t take it anymore.Nicole is still laughing, her hand pressed to her stomach as if I just delivered the punchline of a joke. Lisa’s cheeks are pink, her eyes shining as
GABRIELLAThe next school day is torture before it even begins.I wake up before my alarm rings, dragging myself out of bed and into the shower just to keep my mind from spiraling. Steam curls around me, but it doesn’t clear the raging thoughts in my head. How do I navigate my new life? How do I n
GABRIELLAFor a few seconds after the words are uttered from Papa’s lips, I am quiet. Unable to speak. Unable to think.A bodyguard.I lock gazes with that of the man standing behind my father, the man currently invading my space.My soon-to-be bodyguard. This cannot be happening. He’s tall, the







