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The Devils Game

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last updateDernière mise à jour : 2023-08-05
Par:  raeauthorEn cours
Langue: English
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Get ready to be immersed in a world of shadowy intrigue and forbidden passion in this mesmerizing tale of The Devils Game. As the inky cloak of night descends, a notorious mafia don finds himself inexplicably drawn to an ambitious lawyer, and their unlikely love story unfolds amidst the seedy underbelly of the criminal underworld. This thrilling narrative is set in the heart of the mafia's bustling hub, where power and money reign supreme, and brutality and mayhem lurk around every corner. Our protagonist, the compelling and multi-layered mafia don, is a magnetic force of nature – his commanding presence hides a dark and dangerous side. Renowned for his cunning and ruthlessness, he yearns for something more meaningful and less fleeting. Read this fascinating journey into the murky depths of the mafia's world, where tension and danger abound, and love and desire have never been so potent.

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Chapitre 1

Prologue

I hate my life.

I find myself fantasizing about a stranger strolling up and offering to trade lives with me, a deal I'd gladly make.

It's not that I'm ungrateful for my family.

Don't get me wrong, my family means everything to me. I'd lay down my life for them in a heartbeat. But sometimes I wonder about myself - what do I actually want? Who am I outside of my familial duties? What does my future hold?

I'm just a girl from India who pours every last drop of blood, sweat, and tears into keeping her loved ones safe. At 22 years old, I still live with my parents and three brothers. We're not well-off, and it's a daily battle just to put a roof over our heads.

I'm the second oldest after my brother Arnav, who's 27. Then there's my second youngest brother Rodas, who's 16, and the baby of the family, little Viraj, who's just 10.

It's my daily duty to do whatever it takes to ensure their safety, even if that means sacrificing my own happiness. But still, the thought of a chance to do more, to see more, to BE more, consumes me.

It's a tough life, but it's the only one I've got.

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Prologue
I hate my life. I find myself fantasizing about a stranger strolling up and offering to trade lives with me, a deal I'd gladly make. It's not that I'm ungrateful for my family.Don't get me wrong, my family means everything to me. I'd lay down my life for them in a heartbeat. But sometimes I wonder about myself - what do I actually want? Who am I outside of my familial duties? What does my future hold?I'm just a girl from India who pours every last drop of blood, sweat, and tears into keeping her loved ones safe. At 22 years old, I still live with my parents and three brothers. We're not well-off, and it's a daily battle just to put a roof over our heads.I'm the second oldest after my brother Arnav, who's 27. Then there's my second youngest brother Rodas, who's 16, and the baby of the family, little Viraj, who's just 10.It's my daily duty to do whatever it takes to ensure their safety, even if that means sacrificing my own happiness. But still, the thought of a chance to do more,
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Chapter one
The air hung thick with the bittersweet scent of mourning as I scanned the somber faces surrounding me. Viktor, the man we all gathered to bid farewell to, had been a shadowy figure in life. Yet in death, he was elevated to saint-like status, as if we mourned the loss of a hero rather than a wretched soul.As I observed the dark parade of mourners, tears streaming down their faces, my own soul stirred with a twisted sense of satisfaction. There was something satisfying in watching a man like Viktor finally pay for his sins. Though no one deserves to die, Viktor's death was different - he had earned every ounce of the slow, painful end I had inflicted upon him.I took solace in the fact that, at least for today, the world had one less monster roaming its shadows.On what should have been a somber and dreary day cloaked in sorrow, the sun was radiant and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue. Nature was alive with the sweet sound of songbirds and the hum of busy bees, as though blatantl
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Chapter two
"You don't listen, do you?" As I sink into the plush couch, I intertwine my fingers and lean forward, my restless ear picking up the slow tick of the clock amidst the oppressive stillness. With a quiet chuckle, I lift my frosty gaze to hers, observing the confusion dancing in her vivid blue eyes, yet commending her for keeping her inscrutable poker face intact. In a measured tone, I effortlessly lace my words with a biting sarcasm, "You just ask the same questions every fucking week.""How's your relationship with your brother?" "How's your job?" My words hung in the air like heavy curtains. I leaned back, studying the ceiling with a deep sigh. My fingers danced across my rough stubble as I considered my sentence with careful precision. "Are you having any negative thoughts...?" I trailed off and paused, taking a moment to soak in the weight of my confession. "All I have are negative thoughts."There are moments when existence feels like a draining vortex, suffocating my soul and
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Chapter three
"Tatiana, can you help me with my homework!" From the other end of the house, my little brother Viraj hollers for me, setting off a familiar pang of annoyance. I reluctantly grab my backpack, eyeing myself disapprovingly in the battered mirror I've owned for nearly a decade. My fingers linger over the pale blotches on my skin as I let out a defeated sigh, tying up my hair before emerging from my cramped room. "Tatiana!" my brother's high-pitched voice wails. I trudge past Rodas's room and can't help but halt in my tracks. The door creaks as I push it ajar, revealing a slumbering Rodas. I tread closer to his bed only to hit an obstacle - an empties-filled bottle. My suspicions surge as I kneel and peek under his bed, coming face-to-face with dozens of discarded beer bottles.A wave of disappointment crashes down upon me as I take in the sight of the empty bottles strewn across the floor. Hastily, I reach for a blanket to shield the evidence from prying eyes. I'll have to clean up t
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Chapter four
My steps become brisk, heart pounding in my chest like a sledgehammer as I catch a glimpse of a sinister shadow tailing me. I shove my trembling hands into my pockets, shuddering as I quicken my pace. I dash leftwards, casting a swift glance over my shoulder to meet the murky abyss, only to find my pursuer vanished into thin air.Pausing for a moment, I draw in a deep breath to quell my racing heart. "It's just your imagination, Tatiana," I whisper confidently, mustering enough courage to suppress the nervousness. Spotting the glowing replica of the pub signage, I scamper towards it, the awareness of being late for my night duty sending shivers down my spine, one final time.Stepping into the pub, my ears are blasted by raucous music and the smell of spilled beer. The roars of drunken men drowning out the giggles of women twerking on them, and the sight of other men eyeing up their next victim. As I move past the mayhem, I catch the disapproving eye of Mr. Bhatt, the bane of my existe
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Chapter five
"Let go of me!" I protested, my voice echoing through the hallways as I was dragged towards my future husband. It had been a year since Viktor's passing, and life had been anything but peaceful. Desperate to escape the fate that awaited me, I kicked and screamed as the guard hauled me down the stairs and into one of my uncle's studies. The impact of being thrown onto the wooden floor reverberated through my aching body.As the door was secured with a click, my heart sank. Trapped once again, there was no escaping what was to come. For the past year, I had savoured my freedom, relishing the lack of abuse and control that I had endured for so long. But now, history was destined to repeat itself, and I was powerless against it.As the door creaked open, my senses were heightened in anticipation of danger. The two figures that appeared were cloaked in black, exuding an ominous presence that made me recoil."Time to go," the man with piercing brown eyes stated, his voice cold and unyieldi
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Chapter six
“Did your uncles forget to teach you manners?” I state.Irena's expression towards me was filled with complete disdain, yet no indication of fear was evident. Why is she remaining silent? Is she incapable of hearing anything? Does her mind possess any normality at all? At that moment, I wrapped my hand around her neck like a snake, waiting for her to cry out in terror. Her eyes were so alive, glistening with sparkling tears as she pleaded with me, begging me not to take her life. But I needed to hear her voice."Speak to me," I demanded, clenching my fingers tighter around her delicate throat. Her skin was soft, like sweet caramel under my grasp. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps as she fought against my hold. I studied her face as I cut off her air supply. Fear was etched into her features, her lips parted in a desperate plea for oxygen. Her eyes were wide, staring into mine as she silently begged for a reprieve.There it is. The fear I was looking for. All she needed wa
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Chapter seven
As the hours ticked by, I found myself trapped in Anatol's study with only one thing on my mind - Saint. The memory of his hands tightening around my neck lingered, causing a knot of revulsion to form in my stomach. Despite his violent grip, he hadn't actually harmed me...yet.The question of whether he would prove to be a better captor than Viktor, or a worse one, weighed heavily on my mind, making me tense with apprehension.For as long as I can remember, I have yearned for the bittersweet taste of freedom. The kind that fills your lungs with the crisp scent of adventure and ignites a burning desire to chase after whatever sets your soul ablaze. It is an insatiable thirst that follows me everywhere I go, urging me to run away from this life and never look back. A new world awaits me in a far-off corner of the universe, beckoning me with promises of simplicity and serenity. A place where I can shed my old skin and take on a new identity, one that speaks to the very core of my being
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Chapter seven
Two months flew by so quickly. It was just endless tears, screaming and sleepless nights as I counted the days for my wedding day. Today is the day. August 22nd. The last time I heard from Saint was two months ago when he nearly suffocated me to death. After that he disappeared like a ghost. I have not heard from him. Seen him. Or the mentions of his name from me or anyone else in the house. It was as if it’s forbidden to say his name without his presence. I stand in front of the mirror, staring into the eyes of a lost girl. The dress I wore was carefully picked out by Ian, the elusive middle Nowak brother. With his busy work schedule, it's rare to see him, so when he does make an appearance, it's always a special occasion. And this dress is nothing short of special. As I slip into the stretchy white fabric, I'm struck by how well it hugs my curves. The silhouette is divine, fitted through the bodice before flaring out in a flattering triangular pattern at the waist. The off-the
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Chapter eight
The rush of blood sears my veins.My throat tightens, and I swallow past the ache lodged at the base of my throat, trying to control my breathing. My rapid heartbeats thumped hard against my chest.Will this be my life till the day I die?Saint torturing me to the point where I can't even take it even more.When I reach the bathroom I slam the door shut, rush over to the toilet, kneel, pull back my hair, unloading the contents of my stomach into the toilet as the tears quietly roll down my cheeks.Once I'm done I close the toilet seat, resting my head on my forearm as I finally welcome the overwhelming tears.Events from the past play out in my head without warning.7th June 2013It's his birthday today.Standing in the kitchen being the well-mannered wife I am, I've decided to bake a cake for Vicktor.Sure we've argued a lot but it's almost our one year anniversary in a few weeks and it's his birthday so if we are going to make this marriage work why not start over with a cake and st
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