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Chapter 24 His soft side

Author: Miss Meadows
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-19 19:21:46

After visiting my father, Alexus Cloud, Demi and I immediately returned to the Shire mansion.

"I never thought the great Alexus Cloud would cry like that," Demi said, his voice laced with amusement as if he were mocking my father.

"Didn't you cry too?" I countered coolly.

He smirked, a dark, cold expression settling over his features. "Cry?" he scoffed. "Only little boys do that. Men don't cry."

"So you're saying my father is a little boy?" I asked, my tone sharp and icy.

"No, that’s not what I
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  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 24 His soft side

    After visiting my father, Alexus Cloud, Demi and I immediately returned to the Shire mansion."I never thought the great Alexus Cloud would cry like that," Demi said, his voice laced with amusement as if he were mocking my father."Didn't you cry too?" I countered coolly.He smirked, a dark, cold expression settling over his features. "Cry?" he scoffed. "Only little boys do that. Men don't cry.""So you're saying my father is a little boy?" I asked, my tone sharp and icy."No, that’s not what I meant," he explained, his voice suddenly shifting into something smooth, yet hollow with emptiness. "It's just... I'm jealous of him.""Why are you jealous?" I turned to face him fully, my mind racing with confusion and unanswered questions. Could a ruthless mafia boss like him actually feel jealous of a man so much older than him?"It's because he can cry. And when he does, he has someone there to comfort him," Demi sighed, pausing as if choosing his words with care. "And me?" He shook his hea

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 23 My story

    Demi stormed into the room, his towering presence filling the entryway. "Are you ready?" he asked, his cold gaze resting on me from the doorway.I gave a silent, cautious nod, smoothing down my clothes before following him out.The drive to my father’s estate was suffocatingly quiet. As the high-end car sliced through the slick city streets, I kept my eyes fixed on Demi’s sharp, unreadable profile. My mind raced, trying to piece together the unraveling mystery behind his past and the ghost of his late bride. According to every underground rumor, Demi Shire had never dated anyone. He was a phantom in the syndicate, utterly untouchable—until he suddenly surfaced as a married man. How could a man so powerful, so ruthless, keep an entire marriage hidden in the shadows? Was he truly that low-key, or was the narrative a carefully crafted lie?"Why are you staring at me?" Demi asked, his dark eyes briefly shifting from the road to glance at me, sharp as a switchblade."I... I wasn't," I mumb

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 22 What's his secret?

    The dawn broke cold and unfeeling, casting long, sharp shadows across the room. Early in the morning, Demi personally brought me breakfast—an unexpected gesture that felt more like a calculated move than a courtesy. While I was still half-asleep, his gloved fingers reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The touch was agonizingly tender. Ever since he dragged me out of that damp, lightless basement, he had dropped subtle breadcrumbs of kindness, but I knew better than to trust it. In the Shire syndicate, benevolence was just another weapon, a psychological ploy designed to strip away my defenses until I was entirely at his mercy."Eat," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that left no room for refusal.He leaned in, his knuckles brushing against my lips as he coaxed me to open my mouth, feeding me a black grape. I parted my lips slightly, taking the fruit."Is it sweet?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable intensity.I nodded slowl

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 21 He explained?

    "Ms., FYR... please, be gentle with us," the maid sobbed, her voice trembling as she bowed low. She pressed her forehead directly against the freezing tiles, looking like a devoted follower worshipping a ruthless god.Demi’s sharp gaze cut over to me. His tall frame cast a dark shadow across the room, radiating the unspoken danger that came with leading the most feared syndicate in the city."So," Demi asked, his low voice dripping with cold indifference. "What’s the punishment?"I forced a weak, barely visible smile and reached down, gently taking the young woman’s trembling hands to pull her up."Allow her to serve me," I murmured, my voice barely stronger than a whisper.The maid gasped softly, her wide eyes locked on mine in absolute disbelief. She clearly hadn't expected mercy. In a world like Demi’s, mercy was a luxury no one could afford. I saw Demi’s eyes darken slightly as he watched us. A ruthless mafia boss like him hated seeing kindness beneath his roof; it was a weakness

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 20 Care?

    The heavy oak doors slammed open with a deafening bang as Demi stormed into the sunlit living room. His furious entrance shattered the quiet, peaceful mood, completely startling Kaye and Stella, who were sitting together enjoying their morning tea.Demi’s dark eyes locked onto his mother, his glare cold and entirely devoid of warmth. "Mom, what the hell did you do to Fyr last night?" he demanded. His voice was a dangerous growl, addressing her with a terrifying lack of respect, as if she were a total stranger rather than his own mother.Stella calmly placed her delicate porcelain teacup onto the glass table. She smoothed down her expensive silk dress over her knees, completely unbothered by her son’s rage. "She got what she deserved," Stella replied smoothly, her voice filled with arrogant indifference.From the corner of the room, Kaye hissed in agreement, her voice dripping with spite. "She’s right, Demi. A trashy girl like her is only meant to be trampled beneath our feet like an a

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 19 His touch

    The last ember of hope died inside me.Sitting in the dark basement, tied tightly to a cold wooden chair, I knew the truth. Escaping this evil den was impossible. My muscles throbbed with a dull, constant pain, and every breath felt like inhaling broken glass. Slowly, I let my head fall back against the headboard. I closed my eyes, opening my heart to whatever dark fate awaited me—whether it was more endless torment or the quiet mercy of death itself.When morning came, a thin beam of sunlight cut through a crack in the broken concrete wall. It hit my face, forcing my eyelids open. A soft, warm touch brushed against my cheek. The hand was so gentle that, for a split second, I thought I had passed away during the night. I thought an angel had finally come down to save me from this nightmare."Are you here to pick me up?" I whispered. My voice was raspy, barely more than a scratchy breath in the silent room.The figure above me let out a low, polite chuckle. "What are you talking about?

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 5 The Gate of hell

    After the forced wedding, something strange happened.Demi Shire had every right to treat me like his property, to demand anything he wanted from me. But he never touched me. He never forced me to do anything against my will.I sat on the edge of the bed in silence, watching him as he removed his j

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 4 The Bride

    The night felt endless.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning in circles. A wedding gown. Exactly the same as he requested.Why?Was he marrying someone else? But why would he care if my bruises healed? Why bring me food and force me to get better just for someone else’s weddin

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 3 First Punishment

    The morning sun did nothing to warm me.I woke up in agony, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. As my eyes fluttered open, my blood ran cold.I wasn’t lying down. I was hanging from the ceiling.A thick rope was looped around my neck and body, holding me suspended in mid-air. My toes bare

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 2 Kidnapping her

    I woke up in my own room, the events of earlier playing in my mind like a nightmare. I had driven a sword into my own chest, but I had been careful. The wound was deep enough to look fatal, yet shallow enough to keep me breathing. I had feigned death perfectly, fooling them all into thinking I was

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