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29. She Shines Like a Weapon
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2026-11-04 22:00:18A tall man steps inside like he owns the place, every inch of him cut from danger. Black suit. Black tie. His black eyes seem to scan the crowd without really looking, as if he already knows exactly who is here and what their worth is.
His presence is heavy, the kind that bends the air. People shift back instinctively, a ripple of space forming in his path.
A low murmur
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The Devil I Lied To 32. That Night, He Didn’t Sleep
The hallway smells like blood and bad intentions, or maybe something worse. Like trouble you can't wash off. A weak light from a flickering bulb stutters across the walls, throwing shadows that seem to move with every breath.Lucien is standing in the middle of it, his shirt soaked with Dominico's blood. He has the guy pinned against the wall, fists flying. Every punch lands with a dull, sick crack. Dominico's head snaps back, then forward again, like a ragdoll.I am standing at the corner with Matteo. I can barely breathe. I have seen Lucien angry before, but this is different. It isn't just rage; it is cold, brutal, and hungry. He didn't flinch when his knuckles split open. He looks like a man who won't stop until there is nothing left.Dominico slides lower against the wall, leaving a thick smear of red. His face
The Devil I Lied To 31. An Unwanted Kiss
I am sitting alone at the far end of the bar counter. The stem of my third martini rests between my fingers, with an olive skewered neatly like a tiny green sentinel. I swirl my drink once before taking a slow sip, letting the briny tang coat my tongue.Where the hell has Lucien gone? Is he coming back? Or am I just waiting for nothing?I try to think about something else, like the fighting practice or shooting sessions.But my mind drifts again to him. LucienWhere the hell had he even come from in my life? One moment, I was dangling over the edge of my own ruin when my so-called people sent me to prison to rot for the rest of my life, and the next, there he is. Not just there, but pulling me out of every damn mess that comes my way.
The Devil I Lied To 30. Dangerous Eyes Watching
My smile stays plastered on my face for maybe two seconds after the applause dies down. Then I realize something: Lucien isn't here. I turn left, then right, scanning over tuxedos, glittery dresses, and way too many fake smiles. Nothing.I take a slow lap around the lounge, weaving past people. Still no sign of him. My pulse kicked up a notch. Not exactly panic, more like that itch you get when you know something is off, but can't quite put your finger on it.I start to feel a prickle on the back of my neck. Somebody is watching me. Not just a quick glance. I try to spot it, but with half the room wearing masks and hiding champagne flutes, it is like playing Guess Who with a hundred suspects.And then I see him sort of. A tall figure in a dark suit, a mask covering his face. I blink, and he is gone, slipping into th
The Devil I Lied To 29. She Shines Like a Weapon
A tall man steps inside like he owns the place, every inch of him cut from danger. Black suit. Black tie. His black eyes seem to scan the crowd without really looking, as if he already knows exactly who is here and what their worth is.His presence is heavy, the kind that bends the air. People shift back instinctively, a ripple of space forming in his path.A low murmur spread through the guests, building in pockets like storm clouds."Lazaro D'Angelo."Laz...Laz D'Angelo's here."I stiffen my spine. I have heard the name before, always talking of the dining table for the past eleven months at Lucien's mansion. Beside me, Lucien ticks his jaw once, subtle but sharp.I don't need t
The Devil I Lied To 28. The First Public Appearance
The moment I fix the clasp on my bracelet and smooth the gown from my waist, the door to my room swings open without warning. Lucien fills the doorway. My eyes flick to the clock on the wall—10:30, on the dot. Of course.He is wearing a slim-fit charcoal suit that looks like it has been sewn onto him. The crisp white shirt underneath frames the sharp V of his chest, the top button undone. His dark hair is pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck. It looks subtle but not overly polished. His dark suit made the lighter flecks in his lethal blue eyes stand out."You ready?" he asks in his smooth voice.I turn fully toward him while my fingers rest against the vanity. "What do you think?”Lucien glances over me once, slowly, from the slit of my gown to the shimmer
The Devil I Lied To 27. The Dress He Picked
The sound of fists hitting the training pads echoes through the gym, sharp and rhythmic. My breath comes fast, my palms slick inside the gloves as I pivot, keeping my guard up.Across from me, Imani moves with quick, precise steps—cool, calm, like she has been born with fight in her blood. I like sparring with her. Imani never goes easy, never treats me like I don't belong in this ruthless world.But today, something feels...off.We are mid-combo—jab, hook, dodge—when Imani suddenly steps back, lowering her hands."Wait—what?" I frown, sweat dripping along my hair. "Why are we stopping?"Imani peels off the pads. "We are done for today.""That's it?" I tug at my gloves, chest still rising and falling fast. "What about the threat that you are gonna throw me on my ass?"Imani shrugs. "Some other day." She sits down and grabs her water bottle.I toss the gloves onto the rack and ask her. "But why?"She smirks faintly. "You'll know why...when you go to your room."I am totally confused and
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