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Chapter 71 - He Sees Her
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The Devil's Game Chapter 129 - Her Resolution
In the end, the storm came not from the sky, but from within.Ayra awoke suddenly, heart pounding, with no dream to blame. Moonlight streamed through the curtains of her new bedroom, soft and ghostlike, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The silence was oppressive—thick with the weight of something unspoken.Unable to sleep, she slid out of bed and slipped a shawl over her shoulders. The air was cold. The hallway was colder.She wandered barefoot through the quiet villa, moving past the art-filled halls and down the staircase until she found herself near Lucian’s study. The doors were mostly closed, but a sliver of light cut through the gap.Voices filtered out.She recognized one instantly.Lucian.The other was Nico—gruff, calculated, precise in tone.“We can now confirm that Miss Lisbeth vanished without a trace, and someone's actively erasing her tracks,” Nico was saying. “Same as Pedro. Same signature, same intel leakage. If we wait longer, they’ll erase all tracks. The
The Devil's Game Chapter 128 - Shadowed Thoughts
Ayra crossed the hall toward him, the train of her dress trailing behind like spilled ink. She stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder, not saying anything at first.“She asked if you were safe,” Lucian said without looking at her.“I figured she would.”“She does that. Every generation.”“Were you watching me?”“Not directly.” A pause. “But I knew.”Ayra turned her head toward him. “She’s not on your side.”“Nothing new. No one is.”“I am,” she said.That made him look at her.“You chose me?” he asked, voice quieter than before. There was a quiet disbelief in his tone.Ayra nodded. “Not because I’m stupid. And not because I’m afraid. But because if everyone around you is trying to undermine you, then maybe I might as well be the only person who won't.”Lucian studied her, his eyes unreadable.Then he said, “They’re going to come for me.”“I know.”“And when they do, you’ll be in the crossfire.”“I know.”He stared at her a second longer, then gently placed his hand over hers. It was a
The Devil's Game Chapter 128 - Shadowed Thoughts
Ayra crossed the hall toward him, the train of her dress trailing behind like spilled ink. She stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder, not saying anything at first.“She asked if you were safe,” Lucian said without looking at her.“I figured she would.”“She does that. Every generation.”“Were you watching me?”“Not directly.” A pause. “But I knew.”Ayra turned her head toward him. “She’s not on your side.”“Nothing new. No one is.”“I am,” she said.That made him look at her.“You chose me?” he asked, voice quieter than before. There was a quiet disbelief in his tone.Ayra nodded. “Not because I’m stupid. And not because I’m afraid. But because if everyone around you is trying to undermine you, then maybe I might as well be the only person who won't.”Lucian studied her, his eyes unreadable.Then he said, “They’re going to come for me.”“I know.”“And when they do, you’ll be in the crossfire.”“I know.”He stared at her a second longer, then gently placed his hand over hers. It was a
The Devil's Game Chapter 127: A Dinner
The dinner had sunk into a lull—the sharp clinking of glasses giving way to the low murmur of calculated conversation. Candlelight flickered from iron sconces fixed to the ancient stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like spirits summoned from the cathedral’s forgotten days. High above, ribbed vaults arched like the spine of some slumbering beast, and stained-glass windows filtered moonlight into strange, holy colors—crimson, gold, violet. The place still smelled faintly of incense and old dust, as though it remembered the prayers of a century ago and resented their silence now.Ayra stood near one of the darkened alcoves, her fingers resting on the stem of a half-finished glass of wine she had no intention of drinking. Her heels ached. Her dress, sleek and black, clung like a second skin. Her throat felt raw from smiling too much at people she didn’t trust.And then—“Darling, would you spare a moment for an old woman?”Ayra turned to find herself looking into the face of L
The Devil's Game Chapter 126 - A Casual Dinner
Lucian didn’t tell her about Lisbeth.He sat across from Ayra in the softly lit lounge, the garden’s scent still clinging faintly to her as she sipped a steaming cup of tea. Her hair was loosely braided, her shoulders relaxed from the morning’s quiet. And yet, as he looked at her, all he could think about was how Lisbeth had vanished—abruptly, cleanly, just like Pedro.Tension coiled beneath his skin, but he masked it with a sip of wine.“We need to talk,” he said abruptly.Ayra tensed immediately. That phrase never meant anything good in this house.He didn’t sit. He stayed standing, watching her like she was something caged—and dangerous. Or maybe fragile. She wasn’t sure which he saw.“There’s a dinner tomorrow night,” he said smoothly. “High-ranking members of the Consortium - mostly the extended Cyrus family - will be attending. You’ll be there.”Ayra blinked. For a moment, she thought she misheard. “I’ll be where?”“At a dinner. Tomorrow night.”Her fingers tightened slightly on
The Devil's Game Chapter 125 - Confusing Thoughts
It was a dusty afternoon, and a gentle breeze stirred through the greenhouse vents as she knelt beside the far bed, digging her fingers into warm earth. Something about the repetitive motion calmed her.Far across the estate, Lucian stood before the tall windows of his study, the same sunlight casting long slashes of gold across the room. Papers lay untouched on his desk. A whiskey glass sat half-full, forgotten beside a folder stamped with confidential seals.But Lucian wasn’t looking at any of it.He was staring at the garden path.His expression was unreadable. Not the cold sharp mask he wore in meetings. Not the subtle smirk he used to disarm rivals. This was something heavier.Ayra.He watched her through the glass, watching how her hair glinted in the sun, how she bent low to inspect a flower’s stem, how she brushed dirt from her fingers and pushed her sleeves back. She was free there in a way he didn’t quite understand. And he hated that he noticed. Hated that he found himself r
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