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CAMILA

I took a long sip of the drink in my hand, the bitter burn of the liquor doing little to quell the knot in my stomach.

My mind kept circling around one thing, the only thing that mattered.

Elijah.

Cristian, still lying next to me, propped himself up on one elbow. His eyes were fixed on me, scanning me as though trying to piece together the puzzle that was my mind.

He didn’t understand. Not fully. But he was useful. I had to remind myself of that.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice still low, lust still in his eyes.

I set the glass down, the ice clinking as it settled against the bottom. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for my answer.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before I looked him in the eyes.

“I’m very sure,” I nodded. “I know what I’m doing.”

The words rang hollow, even to my own ears. Did I? Could I really live with what I was doing?

Cristian shifted closer, his expression softening, as though trying to understand the weight of
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  • The Devil You Know    097

    ELIJAH I stood there in the dim light of the living room, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I did everything I could to maintain my aura, that composure that comes with coldness while all I wanted was to be moaning his name. And I could see how much Andrade was trying to keep his cool. That practiced control he was good at. He stepped closer and closer until hand shot out and grabbed the front of my shirt. His fingers twisted into the fabric, yanking me forward with that rough strength I remembered all too well. His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, his tongue pushing past my teeth without asking. The kiss was all fire and possession, his body pressing into me, his chest hard against mine. I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat, that familiar scent that used to make me feel safe but now just twisted my gut. I shoved him back hard, my palms flat against his shoulders, breaking the contact. Anger curled around me. Just remembering how he treated me a

  • The Devil You Know    096

    ANDRADE I stood close to the door of my suite in a robe, glass of deep red wine in hand, staring at the door as if my eyes could make him appear. Five hours. Over five fucking hours. Not a single knock. Not a single sound of footsteps. Just silence. I took another slow sip and let the alcohol burn down my throat. Two bottles already gone, but it barely made the waiting any easier. In fact, it made it worse. I moved to the couch, couldn't even sit in it. Where the hell was he? Why the fuck was he taking so long? My eyes had been locked on the door the entire time, scanning every shadow, every movement, every sound. I could feel myself unraveling, though I hated admitting it. I, Andrade De Valerio, never waited for anyone. Ever. And yet here I was. Sitting on the edge of the couch, robe slipping off my shoulder, wine in one hand, the other clenched into a fist at my side. I felt like an idiot. Why the fuck was I doing this? Was I really waiting for him? Him? I thought I

  • The Devil You Know    095

    ELIJAH His hand reached out, fingers trailing lightly up my arm, sending unwanted shivers down my spine. He brushed against my chest, thumb grazing over my nipple through my shirt, making it harden instantly. I clenched my jaw, fighting the heat building in my gut. He kept going, his touch deliberate, seductive as hell—fingers sliding down my side, dipping into the waistband of my pants just enough to tease. I wanted to shove him away, but my body betrayed me, leaning into it slightly. He stopped behind me, his breath hot on my neck. Then his hand cupped my ass, squeezing firmly. Fuck! Fuck, it felt good, too good, and I hated myself for the way my cock twitched in response. I was desperately waiting for that touch, even if I'd never admit it out loud. I'd tried to play it cool, but my body was starting to give in, hips shifting back just a fraction against his palm. “I'm not gay,” I said firmly, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “You should stop touching me

  • The Devil You Know    094

    ELIJAH My office still smells new—leather, polished wood, glass. It’s stupid, but the scent makes something tighten in my chest. This place… it’s proof that I made it. Proof that I crawled out of the hole they left me in and built something for myself. And I did it fast. Faster than even I expected. I lean back in my chair, fingers tapping the armrest, staring at the skyline through the glass wall. I should feel satisfied. I should feel untouchable. But the truth is I feel something like hunger. The kind that never goes away. I think about everything lined up ahead of me like pieces on a board. Cristian. That bastard is next. He’s the one I want to crush. Not just ruin—crush. The image of it doesn’t scare me. It calms me. He won’t walk away from what he did to me. Not this time. Not ever. Andrade. All that’s left with him are the shares. Once I take them, it’s over. There won’t be anything left tying us together. And maybe then this stupid, empty feeling inside me will s

  • The Devil You Know    093

    ANDRADE I didn’t knock. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t pretend to care about politeness or timing or anything that resembled calm. I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall, and the moment I stepped inside, she already knew why I was there. My mother looked up from her desk with that infuriating, satisfied little smile she always wore when she was three steps ahead of everyone else. Like she was expecting me. Like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. I slammed the door shut behind me. “Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t give me that goddamn smile.” She widened her smile just to piss me off. “Hello to you too.” My jaw clenched. I walked straight toward her desk, pacing like a bomb ready to blow. “Why did you do it?” She leaned back in her chair, relaxed, composed, enjoying every second of my anger. “You’ll need to be specific, Andrade. I do many things.” “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Why did you give him your shares?” She folded her arms, her expressi

  • The Devil You Know    092

    ELIJAH I stood outside Andrade’s office, staring at the tall double doors like they were the last barrier before war. I forced myself to breathe, slow and even. No slipups. No shaking. No hesitation. I had to keep the mask on—nothing could crack this façade. I adjusted the collar of the suit I was wearing. Not my old style. Sleek charcoal gray, sharp shoulders, a cut that mirrored Andrade’s own preferred look. It wasn’t an accident. Every detail mattered. I wanted him to see how much had changed—and how much he had created. I pushed the door open. He didn’t look surprised. Not even a blink. It was like he’d been waiting for me, sitting there in that overly expensive black leather chair behind his glass desk, as if the universe had warned him beforehand. His office looked different, my desk, the one that used to be in the corner, was gone. Not moved. Erased. Like I’d never existed here. Fine. I’d carve a new place out of this building myself. I walked in confidently, contro

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