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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-20 02:25:34

ROXANNE POV

I had just slipped through the back entrance, shrugging on the club’s sleeveless uniform jacket over my skimpy top, when I caught the low murmur of voices drifting from near the side hallway behind the bar.

Two waitresses stood in the narrow strip between the storage room and the walk-in fridge—half hidden from view, puffing on cigarettes like it was a lifeline.

I recognized one of them as Gia. The other, older, I didn’t know by name yet, but I’d seen her flash smiles that earned her hundred-dollar tips with no effort.

"Girl," Gia said, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling, "I swear, I’m one tray drop away from losing it tonight."

The older one laughed, lighting her own cigarette with a flick of her chipped black lighter. "Don’t let the boss catch you slacking," She said, teasing. "He’s got that look tonight."

Gia rolled her eyes. "Please. As long as we keep the men drinking and spending stupid, he doesn’t give a damn."

"You’re not wrong," The older one smirked. "And if he d
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  • The Devil's Mistress   104

    ROXANNE POV The car ride back to the Raphaël estate had been quieter than expected. Angel had nodded off halfway through, her little head resting on Mrs. Clara's shoulder. Cedric drove with that signature silence of his, only speaking when necessary, and Adam rode shotgun, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the winding road that led back to the main gates.As the car rolled into the long circular driveway, Mrs. Clara gently stirred Angelina awake. "We're home, darling."Angel yawned and blinked sleepily while I unbuckled my seatbelt.Mrs. Clara turned slightly in her seat. "Cedric, help Roxanne with the bags."I immediately shook my head. "Oh, that’s not necessary. I can manage."She gave me a thin, unreadable smile. "I insist."Cedric gave a subtle nod and stepped out of the car without a word, moving toward the trunk. I followed behind more slowly, glancing at the bags packed tightly in the back."Adam." Mrs. Clara called, already halfway toward the mansion with Angel holding her hand

  • The Devil's Mistress   103

    ROXANNE POVWe strolled through the town, me a step behind Damien's mother and Angelina as they admired window displays. Adam and Cedric trailed us at a distance, hands full of the growing pile of shopping bags.Angel darted between racks of frilly dresses at a children’s boutique while Mrs. Clara watched, arms folded with a slight smile tugging at her lips. She loved her granddaughter. That much was obvious. There was softness there, beneath all the elegance and coldness."I think this one is too puffy." Angel said, twirling a ballerina-style dress that nearly swallowed her.Mrs. Clara chuckled lightly. "We’ll find something more fitting, darling. We’ve only just begun." I stayed close enough to help Angel try things on, but far enough that I wasn’t intruding on whatever quiet moment they both were sharing. I didn’t want to force myself into a dynamic that already existed before me.Then came the moment I didn’t expect."Clara!" A voice rang out from across the street.Damien's mot

  • The Devil's Mistress   102

    ROXANNE POV The grand dining room was nothing short of palatial. Marble floors, gold accents, crystal chandeliers and a dark wood table too long for just five people. Fred was already there, flipping lazily through a magazine, while Mrs. Clara sat like a queen at the head of the table. Her posture was immaculate, her expression unreadable. A chef emerged from the side doors with trays of food while two maids set the table with cutlery and napkins. It all felt…excessive. Once they left, Mrs. Clara gestured delicately with her fingers. "Please…serve yourselves." We did. I helped Angel with hers, cutting her pancakes and pouring a bit of syrup on top as Mrs. Clara quietly glanced between us. But when it was time to serve myself, I hesitated. For just a second, my mind flashed back to the dock. My stomach tensed. Damien’s hand slid under the table and gave my leg a comforting squeeze. I looked at him. His subtle nod grounded me, and I placed a small portion of food onto my pla

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  • The Devil's Mistress   100

    ROXANNE POV "I haven’t seen my granddaughter in almost a year." She spoke with her voice lower than I expected, but french-accented and polished. "Nor you..." Her eyes narrowed just a little at Damien. He didn’t flinch, but his tone was unreadable. "Been busy." "Busy enough to get engaged to a woman I’ve never met?" She asked, glancing briefly at me before returning her eyes to her son. "Busy enough that I had to hear it from someone else?” "Did you expect more, Ma?" He replied flatly, no apology in his tone. "Or less?" To my surprise, she chuckled lightly. "Touché." Her hand reached up to pat his cheek in a way that only a mother could get away with. "I’ve missed you, son." And in that moment, even with all the tension layered in the air, something shifted. A tiny piece of Damien let go. He gave her a small nod. Then his gaze turned toward me. "Roxanne." He said, nodding me over, so I was in view, "this is my mother, Clara Raphaël." I stepped forward and her eyes settl

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