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Chapter 123
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2025-06-02 08:10:00Third POV
The moon loomed high, pale and distant above Cassiel’s estate. A hush had fallen over the grounds—unnatural, eerie. No barking dogs, no shifting guards, no rustling trees. Just silence, deep and foreboding. The kind of silence that comes before disaster.Renata stood in the shadows at the edge of the estate, watching the mansion with a predator’s gaze. Her black combat attire hugged her curves, her hair tied in a tight braid. She didn’t blink. Her heart was steady. Tonight wasn’t about recklessness. It was about precision, vengeance, and reclamation.“Move in,” she whispered into the comm attached to her ear.From all sides, her men advanced—six masked operatives, moving with military discipline. They weren’t amateurs. These were ex-special forces and black market mercenaries, handpicked by Renata over the last several months. Each man knew his role. There was no room for noise, hesitation, or emotion.Renata walked behind them, slow, graceful, like a q
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The Devil In A Suit Chapter 131
Third POVCassiel stepped out of his study, the hallway quiet except for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock near the wall. He made his way down the corridor, his steps purposeful but unhurried.He pushed open the door to Julian’s room, not expecting much—maybe Julian asleep, or resting in silence.Instead, he was met with laughter.Julian’s laughter.It was light, full, and alive. It caught Cassiel off guard for a moment, enough to stop him just past the doorway. Julian was on the bed, propped up on pillows, grinning ear to ear. Miss Maria was seated at his side, a small book in hand, laughing too, though she stopped the instant her eyes caught Cassiel.She sprang to her feet immediately, clutching the book to her chest, her eyes cast down.“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said in a soft, nervous voice. “I didn’t mean to be— I was just—”Cassiel held up a hand as he moved into the room.“You don’t have to be on eggshells around me, Miss Maria,” he
The Devil In A Suit Chapter 130
Third POVThe antique clock on the wall of Cassiel’s study ticked quietly in the background. Shadows stretched across the room as the last hints of daylight filtered through half-drawn curtains. Cassiel sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, a glass of untouched scotch resting near his hand. He was staring at nothing in particular—just the silence.A knock broke the stillness.“Come in,” Cassiel said without looking up.The door opened slowly, and in walked Enzo. His left arm was tightly bandaged and slung across his chest. His shirt was loose, boots caked with dried mud, but his steps were steady.Cassiel looked up and studied him from head to toe. “You’re not supposed to be walking around.”Enzo gave him a flat look and rolled his eyes. “You think a bullet wound’s the worst thing I’ve survived?”Cassiel didn’t argue. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “You took a bullet.”“I’ve taken worse,” Enzo replied, closing the door behind him. “A
The Devil In A Suit Chapter 129
Third POVA soft beeping filled the room.Julian’s eyelids fluttered. His throat burned. His lips were cracked. Every breath felt like dragging glass through his lungs.“Breathe slow,” a voice said.Not Cassiel.This one was different—gentler, clinical.“Open your eyes if you can hear me, Julian,” the voice urged.He tried. It was like lifting a mountain. But the light stung too much.“Good,” the voice said. “You're responding.”Julian winced, groaned. “W—water…”Dr. Lee reached for the glass on the bedside table, lifted his head carefully, and pressed the cup to his lips.“Just sips,” he instructed. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. Your organs went into mild shock. Your lungs are bruised. Your ribs—three fractured. The cuts… deep but clean. Whoever did this wasn’t in a rush.”Julian’s eyes slowly opened. The ceiling came into view. Pale lights. Sterile scent. He wasn’t in a hospital. He was still in the estate.Cassiel’s home.“W-
The Devil In A Suit Chapter 128
Third POVThe room was silent except for the soft hum of a hanging bulb flickering overhead. The floor was cement. Cold. Damp. The walls carried marks of violence — chains bolted to the corners, a table scattered with cruel-looking tools. At the center of it all sat Renata, her wrists bound to a metal chair. Her legs tied, body slumped, throat dry. Her eyes blinked rapidly as they adjusted to the dim light.A figure stepped out of the shadows.“You…” she croaked, disbelief coating her voice.Cassiel.He was in his usual black suit. Polished shoes. Clean shave. The same composure he wore when dealing death like a handshake.Renata tried to steady her breathing. “What is this? What have I done this time to deserve being kidnapped again?”Cassiel stepped forward. No smile. No warmth.“You’re asking the wrong question.”She tensed.“You should be asking,” he continued, “why you decided to cross me again despite the warning I gave you.”“I didn
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Third POVThe bar pulsed like a living beast—breathing smoke, sweat, and sin. Music thundered through the walls like an earthquake made of bass, and the crowd was drunk on sound. Lights stuttered between blood-red strobes and toxic blue flashes, cutting across faces soaked in liquor and laughter, kisses and careless ruin.Renata was the nucleus of it all.Her hips swayed in slow, sensual motion to the rhythm, the thin leather of her pants catching the light with every shift of her waist. Her black corset hugged her frame like a second skin, her collarbones glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Around her neck, a silver choker shimmered, shaped like a tiny dagger—no ornament, just a reminder of the sharpness she wore under her skin.She lounged on a red velvet couch, surrounded by empty bottles and hazy-eyed men who orbit her like moths around a fire they didn’t know was lethal.Her laughter was low, dark, and edged with intoxicated mischief. A half-finished cock
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