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CHAPTER 20- THE PARTY TRAP
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The Devil's favorite CHAPTER 24- SECRETS OF THE PAST
The first light of dawn barely touched the mansion, and yet Aria could not sleep. Her mind churned with everything that had happened over the past days—the party, the attacks, the betrayals, and most recently, the discovery of Lorena’s treachery. Each revelation had left her feeling increasingly vulnerable, but also strangely determined. She could no longer afford ignorance, not in Lucian’s world.Sister Helena had arrived at the mansion that morning, her face pale and anxious. Aria sensed immediately that the visit was not just a friendly call. Helena had always been careful, protective, a shield between Aria and the darker truths of her family. But now, the calm the older woman usually carried was replaced by urgency, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched an envelope tightly.“Aria… I have something you need to see,” Helena said softly, beckoning her to a quiet corner of the sitting room.Aria followed, her curiosity piqued and her heart already pounding. She had learned to t
The Devil's favorite CHAPTER 23-THE LEAK
The mansion felt smaller than usual, almost suffocating in its quiet. Aria moved cautiously through the halls, her heels silent against the marble floors. The echoes of the party’s chaos were gone, replaced by something heavier—an undercurrent of unease. Something was off. She could feel it in the way the staff moved, the way Matteo’s fingers tapped impatiently on the table, and the tension etched into Lucian’s posture even as he tried to appear calm.In the study, Matteo’s laptop hummed softly. His brow was furrowed in concentration, eyes scanning lines of code like a general reading troop movements before a battle. Aria watched silently from the doorway.Something is wrong, she said finally, her voice low.Matteo didn’t look up immediately. Then he gestured for her to come closer. Lorena has been… careful, he said, his voice clipped, like each word had to be measured. But not careful enough.Aria’s stomach sank.He’s been feeding information. About the mansion. About you. About ever
The Devil's favorite CHAPTER 22- FIRE AND GUILT
The mansion was unusually quiet after the chaos of the night, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Aria sat on the edge of her bed, legs drawn up, her hands resting loosely on her knees. The red dress she had worn earlier, now folded neatly on a chair, still carried the faint scent of perfume and the echo of music from the party. She traced the fabric with her fingers, feeling the lingering rush of adrenaline slowly fade into exhaustion.Her thoughts refused to settle. The kiss. Lucian’s lips. The way his hands had held her so carefully, so desperately. And then the violence. The fight. The fear. The way he had moved through the chaos as if it were second nature. As if he had been born to fight, to kill, to dominate.A soft knock at the door broke her reverie.It’s Matteo, his voice teasing as he stepped into the room, leaning casually against the doorway, one hand tucked into his pocket.Survived the Devil’s first night with you, he said lightly, though his eyes were
The Devil's favorite CHAPTER 21- AFTERMATH
The drive back to the mansion was silent. Aria sat curled against the window, the city lights sliding across her face in broken patterns. Lucian did not look at her once. His knuckles were still stained with blood. His jaw was clenched like he was holding the whole world together with his teeth.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion, Aria stepped out first. Her legs felt weak, like the ground was still shaking beneath her. Lucian followed slowly, his steps heavy, guarded. The guards bowed their heads as they passed but Aria barely noticed. Her mind was still trapped in the memory of the fight. The screams. The broken glass. The way Lucian had moved with terrifying precision. She had never seen anyone fight like that. She had never seen anyone kill with such fierce calm.Inside the mansion, the lights were softer, warmer, almost gentle. Aria stopped in the middle of the grand hallway. She turned to him. Lucian paused a few steps away, carrying an aura of danger that had
The Devil's favorite CHAPTER 20- THE PARTY TRAP
Lucian stood in the center of his office, his posture tense and unreadable, studying Aria with eyes that held both fire and calculation. She had avoided him since the incident with the traitor, her heart bruised from the harsh words they exchanged. She was ready to slip away again when he spoke with quiet authority.You will accompany me tonight.Aria blinked, stunned. She expected distance. Silence. Anything but this.A party. He added, closing the file in his hand. You stay beside me. You do not leave my sight.She hesitated. After everything that happened, the thought of facing crowds made her chest tighten. But there was something in his voice. Not a request. Not a demand. Something else. Perhaps safety. Perhaps ownership. Perhaps both.I do not know what to wear. Aria murmured.Lucian snapped his fingers once and Matteo appeared in the doorway.Bring it in.Two women from the styling team stepped forward carrying a long black bag. They unzipped it to reveal a gown the color of ri
The Devil's favorite CHAPTER 19- MARCO’S SHADOW
The mansion had never felt so cold. Shadows stretched across the halls like dark fingers, and every creak of the floorboards sounded like a warning. Aria still carried the weight of last night’s confrontation in her chest. Lucian’s fury, the sight of a man crushed beneath his wrath, had left a scar on her mind she couldn’t shake. Trust had fractured. Fear and desire tangled in a messy knot she didn’t know how to undo.She had spent hours pacing her room, running every scenario in her head. What did it mean that Lucian could be so ruthless? That he could appear so vulnerable yet strike with the precision of a predator? She couldn’t answer. And yet, despite the lingering anger, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.But the world outside their walls wasn’t waiting for them to heal. Danger always loomed, and in the shadows, Marco Leone was still breathing.Back in an abandoned warehouse miles from the city, Marco paced like a caged lion. His coat was torn, and his face bore the scars from
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