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Chapter 144 - Impending Storm
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The Devil's Game Chapter 144 - Impending Storm
The sun had barely risen when Lucian left. A quick press of lips to Ayra’s forehead, a brief, cryptic glance, and he was gone. No details. No goodbye to Elias. Just the familiar murmur to his men and the low growl of engines disappearing beyond the iron gates.Ayra stared at the door long after it shut.She wasn’t used to this kind of silence. It filled the villa like fog, thick and unnatural. She made breakfast for Elias, answered his endless questions with a smile she didn’t feel, and watched as he disappeared off with Rhea to spend the day out of the estate. She... appreciated the thought more than anything else.But the quiet returned all too quickly for Ayra.Without Lucian, the villa felt… empty. Cold in the corners. Still in a way that made her skin itch and her eyes wander.It wasn’t just the absence of footsteps echoing down the halls or the low murmur of Lucian’s voice on a call in his study. It was how her body noticed the lack of tension in the air—that electric pressure t
The Devil's Game Chapter 143 - Who Isa Is
He lowered himself slowly into the chair across from her, resting his elbows on his knees. “I searched for her for years. Even after I was told she was dead, I refused to believe it. I held on to that hope like it was the last thing tethering me to any sense of humanity. Because... it was, in a way.”Ayra couldn’t stop herself from whispering, “And then you saw me.”Lucian looked at her. The firelight flickered over his face, deepening the lines of fatigue and guilt there. “I didn’t just see you. I was shown you.”Her brows furrowed.“Ferdinand,” he said bitterly. “And your sister, Lisbeth. They planted photographs. Documents. Testimonies. They made it look real. They told me you were Isa. That you’d survived, been hidden away, changed your name. Everything fit. You looked so much like her—same eyes, same mouth. It was… maddening. And I was desperate to believe it. I wanted it to be true.”Ayra’s breath caught. Her fingers trembled in her lap. This explained so much of what had happen
The Devil's Game Chapter 142 - The Edge of Something
Ayra’s recovery was swift, and by the following afternoon, she was back on her feet—if a little slower than usual. The fever had burned her out, leaving her dazed and lightheaded, like she’d been gone for weeks instead of just a day. But Lucian had made sure she ate, drank, and took her medicine. He hovered without smothering, quiet but watchful, always there when she so much as shifted. And when she had opened her eyes that morning to find him asleep at the side of her bed, her fingers locked between his hands, something had shifted. The heat of his skin, the breath against her wrist, the vulnerable crease between his brows—Ayra hadn’t been able to stop herself. She’d kissed the back of his head, softly, stupidly.Elias had ruined the moment, of course.“Mummy’s doing something naughty,” the boy had whispered loudly from the foot of the bed, startling her so badly she nearly fell off the pillows.Now, standing in the sun-drenched training wing with a pistol in her grip and sweat b
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 pet
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
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