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11:The Wrong Husband
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2026-05-18 22:02:29
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The Devil Wears Two Faces 11:The Wrong Husband
REVA'S POVHe smells different tonight and I cannot explain why that terrifies me.The quiet door opened softly and slowly. Nico carefully stepped inside with a warm cup in his hand. It was very late, almost midnight now.“Reva,” he said softly and gently. “I just brought you some warm chamomile tea.”I slowly sat up in bed and stared right at him. “You actually brought me tea? I never once asked for any tea at all.”He quietly sat on the edge of the bed and gently gave me the cup. “You mentioned earlier at dinner that chamomile helps you sleep. I actually remembered that.”I slowly took the cup. The quiet warmth from it spread gently to my fingers. This was really not the Nico I knew before. His voice sounded much softer now. No cold edge at all. No sharp orders either.“Thank you,” I said quietly and slowly. “Why are you really doing this now?”He smiled a little bit softly. “You had a really long day. The press dinner was very tough. I quietly thought this might actually help you.”
The Devil Wears Two Faces 10:The First Appearance
Reva's POV“Reva?” Nico asked when I walked down the stairs in a green sequin dress.I noticed the way he stared. He stood completely still as I came down the stairs. His eyes stayed on me.“Are we not leaving?” I asked, trying to break his gaze.He looked up at my face. For a few seconds he said nothing. Then he stuttered. “Yes… we… we should go now.”I was shocked. The great Nico Castellano, the Italian cold Mafia Don. The man who never showed weakness is actually stammering like a fool. It felt so surreal.But it was funny and arousing to see him like that. I looked at him properly and damn he looked so good in his black suit. For a moment my mind went nuts. I saw myself walking straight to him, shoving him hard against the wall, grabbing his shirt collar, and kissing him roughly. I wanted his hands on my waist, pulling me tight while his mouth claimed mine the same way it did that night, so demanding and brutal.I wanted to feel him grow hard against me right there on the sta
The Devil Wears Two Faces 9:You Want A Repeat Performance?
Reva's POVI got scared when the door flung open without knock. Nico came in like it was his house. Actually it is.“There will be a press conference,” he said the moment he stepped inside.I stood there in my short, flimsy nightwear, arms crossed over my chest. “Can’t you knock? This is my bedroom!”Nico scoffed. “Which is in my house. You are my wife, Reva. If I want to see you naked, I will. If I really want to, I can bend you over that bed right now and fuck you senseless.”My eyes went wide. Heat rushed up my neck fast. How he talked, so mean and without feelings, made my gut hurt. I hated how my body reacted to his crude words.“You are a really crass fellow,” I said, trying to sound angry.“That crassness is what got me this far in life,” he replied without any feeling.He continued like nothing happened. “The press conference is in thirty minutes. It is your first time appearing in public as my wife. We need to act good and feed the hungry paparazzi. They have been chasing us
The Devil Wears Two Faces 8:What Petra Knows
Petra’s POV“Oh my goodness… I am so sorry.”One second I was laughing, the next, I crashed into someone.My drink spilled all over his shirt.“Oh… God, I did not see you…” I rushed, already pulling out my handkerchief. “Let me clean it, please, I am so…”His hand caught mine mid-air.“Do not touch me.” His voice was cold.I froze.He looked at me like I had done something worse than spill a drink.Then he walked away.I blinked after him, still holding my stupid handkerchief.“What the hell… Who does he think he is?”I scoffed, louder this time. “I said I was sorry.”What more does he want? A public apology? A press conference?Arrogant bastard.I turned back to my table, forcing a smile.One of my friends leaned forward. “Petra… are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”“A ghost?” another one laughed. “Please. She looks like she wants to fight someone.”“I am fine,” I said quickly. “Let’s drink. The night is still young.”We raised our glasses.“To new beginnings!”I drank fast.
The Devil Wears Two Faces 7: Casa Castellano
Reva's POV"It is too quiet here."The car drove into the estate as the gates opened automatically. What a Mafia techie the Castellanos are.I got out of the car and looked up at the big house.Casa Castellano. That is its name. It did not look like a home nor a safe haven, rather it looked like a giant stone box. A beautiful, sad, quiet box.And my life is about to run down that path.I looked around but found no one, there was no single soul seen on the premises except for the woman who stood by the door.She looked at me like I was a little ghost. And just from that I got that she does not like me. Well I do not like her either."Welcome, Signora Castellano," she said. "I am Elena. I will show you around."Signora Castellano hun?The name felt too big for me. Nico did not wait, did he?He could not even let me enjoy my maiden name for a little bit.Elena started walking and I followed her. I held my bag so tight my hands hurt.Where are the maids? Could they not just appear and get
The Devil Wears Two Faces 6:The Last Morning
Reva's POV"Oh shit!"I slapped the alarm off before it could shriek. I lay there glancing at the ceiling of my home. The unchanged ceiling I had stared at every morning for three years.This was my last morning here.I sat up slowly. My chest felt tight. This place was mine. The quiet mornings with coffee. The midnight sessions at my blueprint workstation. The specific way the morning light came through the left window and hit the floor at an angle that made the whole room look golden for exactly eleven minutes before it moved on.The life I forged independently so no soul could strip it from me.Now I had to abandon that life.I rose to my feet and made my way to the closet. My palms trembled as I hauled out the boxes. I would not take everything, only what mattered.I packed my drafting tools first. The pencils, the rulers, the notebooks full of sketches. These were my real life, not the freaking stupid contract waiting for me in Sicily.I picked up the small box of photos. Me and
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