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The Devil's Plaything Love In Chains
Chapter 31 – Love in Chains(Beverley’s POV)The Devlin mansion was a palace carved out of ice.Marble stretched endlessly, chandeliers glittered like frozen stars, and portraits of dead Devlins glared from the walls as though warning me I didn’t belong. The staff moved like shadows, silent and obedient, bowing without ever looking me in the eye.It wasn’t a home.It was a prison dressed in gold.The first morning I sat at the long dining table, I could barely force myself to breathe. The food looked beautiful—eggs, fresh bread, fruit cut into precise little cubes—but I couldn’t eat. Not with him sitting at the far end, sipping his coffee like a king surveying his domain.“You’ll starve if you keep stabbing that melon without eating it,” he said lazily, not even glancing up.“Better to starve than choke on food bought with chains,” I muttered.His lips twitched, almost a smirk. “Then eat for me. I’d rather fight you when you’re strong.”The audacity of him…And yet, I put the fork in
The Devil's Plaything The Engagement Party
Chapter 30 –The Engagement PartyFlashback Continued(Beverley’s POV)The ballroom glowed like a golden cage.Crystal chandeliers dripped light across polished marble, violins sang a delicate waltz, and everywhere I looked, the world’s richest smiled their poisonous smiles. Waiters floated with champagne trays, diamonds glinted at every throat, and whispers slithered between jeweled fans.But all I felt were the shackles around my wrists, hidden beneath the glittering bracelets my father had clasped on me.Tonight was supposed to be a celebration.For me, it was a funeral.“Smile,” my father murmured at my side, his palm pressing lightly against my back as if I were a child to be guided. His tuxedo was sharp, but his face was pale, drained from weeks of desperation. “Do it for the family.”“For the company, you mean,” I muttered.He flinched but said nothing.Because there was nothing left to say.We both knew the truth: my life had been sold.---(Lucian’s POV)I stood across the hal
The Devil's Plaything Strings Of Fate
Chapter 29 – Strings of FateFlashback Continued(Beverley’s POV)The knock on my bedroom door came too late in the evening for good news.Father entered, his face pale and drawn, shoulders sagging under the weight of something I hadn’t seen before—defeat. His once-proud posture seemed smaller, his eyes hollow.“Bev…” His voice cracked, and dread pooled in my stomach. “The deal… It was a scam. They bled us dry.”I froze. “What do you mean?”“The investors weren’t real. I trusted the wrong men. The company’s collapsing. If we don’t find a backer, we’ll lose everything.”Panic stabbed through me, but beneath it came anger. How could he have let this happen? Our company wasn’t just numbers—it was our lives, our family name.“There must be another way,” I whispered.He shook his head. “There is only one way.”And when he told me, I felt the ground rip open beneath my feet.Richard Devlin.The man whose name whispered fear through every corridor of power. He had agreed to save my father’s
The Devil's Plaything Enemies In The Classroom
Chapter 28 – Enemies in the ClassroomFlashback Continued(Lucian’s POV – Age 17)The academy was a gilded prison of another kind. A place where dynasties paraded their heirs like jewelry, where every uniform was pressed within an inch of its life, and every whisper carried the weight of future empires.I rarely stepped foot here. Tutors, private lessons, and endless meetings with my father’s associates had always kept me apart. My presence now was an anomaly, and the corridors reacted like I was a storm breaking into their carefully polished world.“Is that… Lucian Devlin?”“He never comes here.”“My father said he’s already closing deals in his own name.”Their voices slithered behind me as I strode through the hall, each step deliberate, sharp. Awe, envy, fear—it all bled together into silence when I passed. I was used to it.What I wasn’t used to was the teacher smiling at me like I was a prized pet.“Mr. Devlin,” the homeroom teacher beamed nervously, “what an honor.”I didn’t re
The Devil's Plaything The Girl Who Spoke Back
Chapter 27 -- The Girl Who Spoke BackLucian’s POV – Age 17)The chandeliers glittered above me like a thousand cold eyes, watching, judging, whispering. My father’s gala had always been the same: silk gowns, glass laughter, a hundred people pretending they weren’t afraid of the man who owned them all.I stood by the balcony, a glass of scotch I didn’t drink in my hand, the fitted white suit pressing sharp lines against my shoulders. I was already taller than most men in the room, already sharper in presence than the heirs circling like vultures. My father liked to show me off—his son, the one who’d carry the Devlin empire, the one who’d already learned ruthlessness like it was carved into his blood.And I played the role perfectly.Cold. Detached. Devlin’s son.Until the wine.It happened in a blur—one of the trembling socialite daughters brushed past me, her hand unsteady, her gaze too eager. The glass tipped, crimson spilling across my white suit like blood blooming over snow.The
The Devil's Plaything The Other Woman
Chapter 26 – The Other Woman(Serena’s POV)My hand froze on the spatula, the pancake sizzling untouched on the pan.Did he just—?I turned slowly, my pulse racing. Lucian stood in the doorway, shirt half-open, hair tousled, eyes wide as if he’d seen a ghost. His lips moved, but the word that slipped out cracked like thunder.“Beverley…”For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe.Beverley.The name he had cried out in his sleep. The name that still lingered like smoke in his nightmares. The name that wasn’t mine.I swallowed hard, heat rising in my chest. Anger, confusion, something else I didn’t want to name. “What did you just call me?”Lucian blinked, his expression faltering, muscles tightening as if he wanted to snatch the word back. His gaze darted between me and the plate of pancakes, his jaw working.“You’re not—” He cut himself off, dragging a hand down his face, voice rough. “Forget it.”“Forget it?” My voice trembled, sharper than I meant. “You looked at me and you saw someone el
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