Todos os capítulos de SHE DEVIL: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I've been so busy planning my escape and where I'll go that I stopped paying attention to everything around me. So when I wake up to find Olga hanging a long white wedding dress in the closet, I'm taken aback. Despite all the other dresses being the same color, I can tell that particular one is different. Besides, it was among the dresses I tried a few days ago. Kicking the sheets away, I jump out of bed and move to stand beside her."Why is this here?" "Because the wedding is tomorrow. You have to try it on today so they'd have time to fix it if there are any problems" "What do you mean tomorrow?" I ask throwing out a hand to one of the shelves to steady myself "Don't weddings take months to plan?" "Are you serious? This is El Rey's wedding. He paid the planners to do it in a few days and even if he hadn't, I don't think anyone has the guts to tell him no" "But... But..." I don't know what to say. Like a fool, I believed he would take at least a month or two to plan the wedding an

Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer. "What do you think?" I ask the man standing behind me. "It suits you" "We need to improve your vocabulary, Salazar. Beautiful, pretty, sexy, hot, devilish. Feel free to use any of those words" "We should leave" "Why? It's not like they can start without me" "If we don't leave early, you'll have to wait until next year to kill Ramon" Well, that is one way

Being here feels unreal. Nothing has changed but at the same time, everything looks different. To me, it's only been a few months since I left but to the world, it's been seven years. The house looks the same. The furniture, decor, the men outside, it's all just as I left it. Except the owner has changed. The news of Uncle Fan's passing wasn't as shocking as finding out who had taken over from him. I'm curious as to how things turned out this way. The investigator I sent couldn't find out much. According to him, no one dares to speak about La Diabla without her permission. She has everyone on a tight leash which is impressive and concerning at the same time. After all, she is a woman. The fact that she got to where she is now means I shouldn't underestimate her but I'm curious as to how she accomplished all this. I also want to know how Uncle Fan died. Was he sick? According to Nina, he only visited once and never came back. She said he was trying to have a baby with his wife but I c

"Do you like the food? If not I can ask them to make something else" "The food is fine. Thank you" "I'm glad you like it," I say giving him a small smile. I'd pay millions to get inside his head and know what he's thinking. After witnessing our little act upstairs, he went to his room and only came down a few minutes ago. His hair is still wet and he changed into a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He looks edible. I can't deny that he's handsome and if his last name wasn't Ferrero, he'd be in my bed tonight. But he's El Rey's niece and no matter how attractive he is, I'd never touch him with a ten-foot pole. We eat in silence. Well, he eats while I move the salad around my plate. For some reason, I'm holding my breath waiting for... I don't know what I'm waiting for until he snaps. It dawns on me that I could feel his annoyance across the table and was waiting for him to lose it. Why or how that happened is beyond me and something I don't want to look into right now. "Ask for s

I might be on my knees but I have this man right where I want him. Whoever called this a man's world was probably fucking high because the way I see it, women rule the world. With a snap of our fingers, we can have any man ready to bark like a dog. Exhibit A, Kahlo Ferrero. I'd bet all my fortune that he's losing his mind over my outfit. As he should since I wore this for him. There's something about the color white that makes men forget to use their brains. And I'm talking from experience. While I abhor the color, I can't deny it comes in handy sometimes. Now if anyone asks me why I'm doing this, I'd say it was all for fun. I like knowing I have the power to do whatever the fuck I want. The power to have any man I want doing my bidding. For the first part of my life, I let men control me. My fucking dead husband controlled every aspect of my life. From what I ate to when I slept and what I wore. It was only after I took control of my life that I realized how fickle the male gender i