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Chapter 146 - A Whisper Before the Storm
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The Devil's Game Chapter 146 - A Whisper Before the Storm
The music in the ballroom had changed. Slower. More decadent. An undercurrent of unease hummed beneath the violins. Ayra stood near a column laced with gold-leaf etchings, her eyes scanning the crowd. She wore a crimson gown fitted to kill, quite literally—the concealed blade strapped to her thigh pressed against her skin, a cold reminder she wasn’t just here to dance.Lucian had disappeared a few minutes ago, after murmuring something about a call. That had been almost twenty minutes ago.And now, something was wrong.It started subtly. A group of servers who’d been laughing too freely by the wine fountain had suddenly gone stiff, faces grim. Guards posted at the entrance began moving—one by one, exchanging places or vanishing into side hallways. Their formation wasn’t protective anymore. It was closing in.Ayra tilted her glass and pretended to sip the wine, watching the crowd over the rim. The room was a vision of wealth: crystalline chandeliers, velvet drapes drawn wide to reve
The Devil's Game Chapter 145 - The Gala of Masks and Blood
The villa had never gleamed brighter, it seemed. Light poured from golden chandeliers like a molten sun, their flame mirrored in the crystal goblets and polished floors. The masked guests moved like shadow. The low swell of string instruments wove around murmured laughter and fleeting glances.Ayra descended the main staircase with Lucian beside her, his hand resting lightly on hers. Their entrance was calculated—timed for effect. Conversation dimmed as heads turned. A hundred eyes veiled behind ornate masks watched the pair glide across the floor, curiosity and calculation pulsing beneath every breath.Lucian’s mask was forged from dark silver—elegant, cold, merciless. It clung to the contours of his face like it had always belonged there. Ayra wore midnight black lace, delicate as cobwebs, with crimson crystals edging the feathers that crowned her temple. Her dress was deep red velvet, cinched at the waist with a golden cord. She was a painting come to life—beautiful, dangerous,
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 th
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 happene
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 be
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
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