LOGINShare
Chapter 139 - The Mystery of Mood Swings
Last Updated:
2025-07-23 18:35:59
Tabitha #mood #swings #silence #backfire
Latest chapter
The Devil's Game Chapter 141 - A Fevered Heart
The moment the doctor left, Elias bounded into the room, trailed by two nannies who could neither stop him nor match his speed. He launched himself at the bed like a missile.“Mom! You’re sick!”Ayra opened her eyes sluggishly. “Yeah...”“Can I take care of you?” Elias asked earnestly, already climbing onto the bed and snuggling beside her without waiting for an answer.Ayra’s lips curved slightly. “You already are, buddy.”Lucian watched from the foot of the bed as Elias wrapped his arms around Ayra and pressed a sloppy kiss to her forehead.Something...soured in Lucian’s chest.He stared. Blinked. Then narrowed his eyes at his own son.Elias, blissfully unaware of any sort of emotional disturbance, proceeded to offer Ayra his favorite blanket, a chewed plastic action figure, and a half-eaten lollipop from his pocket.Lucian had never seen Ayra smile more in one moment.She didn’t swat Elias away. Didn’t frown or wince. She leaned into the contact, even closed her eyes while Elias pe
The Devil's Game Chapter 140 - A Little Worry
That night, Lucian put Elias to bed himself.The boy had clambered into his arms with sleepy mutterings about pirates and dream dragons. For the first time in a week, Lucian allowed himself to slow down—at least for a moment. Elias’s fingers curled against his shirt, warm and small, and his breathing softened as Lucian settled him into the blankets.For a brief instant, everything was still.Then, movement at the doorway.Lucian looked up and saw Rhea—his head of security—leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. She was dressed in black, as always, her dark hair braided tight, expression unreadable.“You’ll ruin him,” she said lightly. “He’ll grow up expecting lullabies and dragons.”Lucian rolled his eyes. “He’s six.”“Mm. And you’re thirty-four and still believe dragons exist—just in the form of cousins.”Lucian stood, smoothing the covers. “I’ve handled worse.”Rhea followed him out into the hallway, waiting until the door clicked shut behind them. “So. Want to tell me
The Devil's Game Chapter 139 - The Mystery of Mood Swings
Lucian Cyrus had faced warlords, traitors, and men who smiled as they plunged knives into your back.But none of that had prepared him for this.Ayra.Or more specifically—Ayra’s moods.One day, she was cold and distant, like a locked vault. The next, she flared with venom at the smallest comment. A harmless suggestion about proper trigger grip had earned him a glare that could melt titanium. When he’d told her to rest, she’d bitten out that he should rest his voice—somewhere far away.Lucian had backed out of the room like it was on fire.But then the next day, she said nothing at all. No retorts, no fire. Just long silences and absent stares out the window. When he asked her if she was okay, she blinked slowly and muttered, “Fine,” in the same tone one might use for “Leave me to die.”Lucian, a man who had brokered blood pacts and manipulated political dynasties, was at a complete loss.He told himself it was because of Lisbeth—her sister’s mysterious disappearance. That had to be it
The Devil's Game Chapter 138 - Falling Apart
The days bled together after that.Ayra barely remembered how she left the study. She recalled the low creak of the leather folder closing, the shadow of her own reflection in the dark glass of the display case behind Lucian’s desk, and the dull pounding of her heart in her ears. But nothing else. Not the walk back to her room. Not the taste of her dinner. Not even the sound of Lucian calling her name, sometime much later, through the closed door.What she did remember—what she couldn’t forget—was the face.Isa.The girl in the photos. Always the same girl.Always the same subtle tilt of the head. The curve of the jawline that matched hers just slightly too well. Not identical—but similar enough that Ayra had spent the entire night crawling through her memories trying to remember if she’d ever been her. If somehow she’d been drugged, positioned, photographed like a porcelain thing.But she hadn’t.She would’ve remembered.This girl had never been her.But she looked like her.And Luci
The Devil's Game Chapter 137 - Shadows of a Ghost
The afternoon wore a strange silence, the kind that seeped into walls and pressed against the windows like breathless anticipation. The sky outside the villa had dulled to an overcast gray, and the scent of a slow-approaching rain mingled with the stillness of the halls. Ayra wandered those halls without purpose, feeling strangely unsettled—like something invisible was pulling her forward.Elsewhere in the villa, footsteps moved with precision.Rhea, head of the villa’s security team, tapped in a quiet override code and stepped into his private study. The room welcomed her with hushed luxury—glass shelves housing rare volumes, dark wood, and the faint scent of Lucian’s cologne lingering in the air like a phantom presence. She knew the layout by heart, knew where his files were encrypted, where he hid things even from his most trusted aides.But today, she didn’t need to pry.She simply removed a document from her coat—an envelope, thick and carefully aged—and placed it gently on Lucia
The Devil's Game Chapter 136 - Threading the Needle
The cathedral was silent now.The banquet tables were stripped, the candles long extinguished. Only the faintest scent of wine and wax remained, drifting like ghosts in the cavernous hush. The guests had all gone, retreating to their respective corners of the estate or cities or foreign embassies. The danger, of course, hadn’t left with them.Lucian knew that. And so did Ayra.The very next morning, he began her training.Not with fanfare, nor with ceremony. Simply with a curt knock on her door and a short statement:“Meet me in the west wing study. Ten minutes. Wear shoes you can run in.”And then he was gone.---At first, Ayra thought it would be purely physical training—self-defense drills, evasive maneuvers, disarming techniques. But when she arrived at the study, Lucian was already seated at a broad table, not a sparring mat.The surface was scattered with items: coded ledgers, aged letters in ciphers, an antique revolver, and what looked like a dossier filled with black-and-whit
You may also like
BURNING PASSION: MY FORBIDDEN LOVER
Excel Arthur483.4K viewsWet Dreams (Erotica Collection)
Josie frank851.7K viewsA Life Debt Repaid
Cheng Xiaocheng1.1M viewsI Refuse to Divorce!
Light Breeze473.1K viewsUnholy Desires
Nenu59 viewsHer Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved
Author Shasa142 viewsFESTERING HEART
Goddess119 viewsKiss me
Déesse32 views
