Two days later,  Lucifer's POV: I lay on our bed and sniffed the bed sheet. The sheet smelled a like my preciosa.

Third person's POV:Two and an hour later of the incident,Only private cars could be available in the road of this aristocratic area. Unfortunately, most of the people were too busy to mind another person's business other than their own. Rarely one or two kind soul did the stupidity of helping other's by wasting their time.A black car was pulled over to the side of the road. The car had no number plate.The car door was opened and two men got out of the car, carrying an unconscious Camelia by her shoulder. Her body was swaying. The two men roughly placed her body on the ground with quick movement. They got into the car and the car pulled away in a fast speed.A few cars ran past her but no one had the time to get down and see what's wrong with the girl.Someone was driving and saw a girl lying on the road unconscious. He stopped the car and went to her.The man gasped to see the face of the girl. It was Camelia.The man was one of Lucifer's workers, and he was returning to the wareho

Third person's POV:The next day, some of the best doctors of Chicago came to see Camelia. They examined her, took sample from her rash, blister, pus, spit, blood and urine. But unfortunately no one could detect what actually was wrong with her.Having no alternative, they gave Camelia symptomatic treatment. For headache and fever she was given paracetamol, for rash and blister, they gave her anti-allergic drug, for vomiting, stomachache, she was given gastric medicine. These gave her brief relief but eventually her condition worsened.Two days later,Lucifer was sitting on his study with the doctors. He was continuously tapping his feet on the floor due to excessive stress and worry.They all saw Camelia's condition, examined her. Right now, her room was tur

Camelia's POV: The next morning:When I woke up, it was 5 in the morning. My head was hurting.An IV cannula was sunk in my left wrist. The memory of last night hit me again like a fucking hurricane, leaving my whole being trembling in overwhelming shock.Every hurtful word Lucifer said to me was resonating in my head. He only used me and wanted me for sex. But now that I was not beautiful anymore, my congeniality had also come to an end.When I was beautiful, Derek lusted for me, Devin lusted for me. They used me, abused me, treated me like shit but never gave me fake hope.Lucifer was worse. The heartbreak was too hard to get over.How beautiful my life would be if I was never snatched away by Derek? Never raped by Derek and Devin and

Third Person's POV: That day at noon in the USA,Lucifer was busy planning how to get the antidote medicine as fast as possible and capture Devin alive. He had his men in Russia and Ukraine beforehand. They were working according to his instructions and giving him constant updates about the situation there.Lucifer visited Camelia in the hospital this morning and her condition worsened. His heart tightened in anguish when he saw the person of his love was lying there almost lifeless, an oxygen mask was on her face, she was unconscious. She couldn't even pass urine on her own; a catheter was attached to her urethral passage.Her blood pressure was diminishing slowly and all the doctors were really anxious about that. First of all, her symptoms we're foreign, whatever med