All Chapters of The Devil's Game: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The fire was little more than glowing embers now, painting the room in a low orange haze. Ayra shifted slightly in Lucian’s arms, tucking her legs beneath her, her head resting against his chest.“You’re awfully quiet,” she murmured.“Just… thinking.” His voice vibrated against her ear.“That’s dangerous,” she teased.He huffed a soft laugh, but it didn’t quite hide the weight in his tone. “There’s something I should’ve told you sooner.”She pulled back enough to see his face. “That sounds ominous.”“It’s not something new,” he said. “But it’s important. The Wendells… they didn’t just decide to come after you recently. They’ve been after you since the day we signed the marriage contract.”Ayra blinked, her brain catching on the past tense. “Wait—since then? That was… years ago. Why?”“That’s the part I could never figure out,” he admitted. “It wasn’t about me, at least not entirely. They wanted leverage. And you were…” He paused, his gaze softening. “You were precious to me. They knew

After a while, Lucian finally broke the stalemate. “We’ll question him. After that, we decide what to do with you.”Lisbeth’s expression didn’t change, but Ayra saw the way her sister’s hands curled loosely on her knees—open enough to seem calm, but not quite relaxed. Ayra knew that look; it was the posture Lisbeth had when she was already thinking ten steps ahead.They didn’t speak much as Lucian dragged another chair over and set it facing Lisbeth. The chair scraped against the floor with a sound that felt too loud in the still room. Ayra stayed near the bound man slumped in the corner, keeping him in the edge of her vision. Lucian sat, his elbows resting on his knees. “We’re going to skip the small talk. How are you still alive?”Lisbeth’s lips curved, but it wasn’t quite a smile. “By not dying.”Ayra folded her arms. “Don’t play games with me, Lisbeth. I went to your funeral. I stood over the coffin.”“I know,” Lisbeth said softly, her voice losing that teasing edge for just a mom

The room still smelled faintly of smoke from the small heater burning in the corner, though the air was heavy with something less tangible — an undercurrent of tension, thick and unmoving. Outside, the wind scraped dry branches against the side of the cabin. Ayra had been standing by the bound man for most of the interrogation, but now she shifted her weight, not out of fatigue, but because the latest turn in the conversation had made her restless.Lisbeth sat in her chair, legs crossed, hands loosely resting on her knee. She was not guarded — not in the way Ayra had expected — but there was a steadiness in her eyes that made her impossible to read. She wasn’t leaning forward to dominate the conversation, nor retreating into herself. It was as if she’d already accepted that every truth was inevitable, so there was no reason to rush.Lucian remained standing, his shadow stretching across the floorboards, arms folded. His questions had been measured at first, but now his voice carried

The street was a war zone. Smoke curled from burning SUVs, their tires shredded and melting into black puddles. Gunfire rattled off walls and shattered glass, the whine of bullets stitching the air with invisible threads of danger.Lucian crouched behind a half-collapsed wall, chest heaving, eyes tracking the swirl of men advancing from all sides. Beside him, Ayra’s SMG barked in short, controlled bursts, each round slamming into armored men with a sickening punch.Lisbeth moved like a shadow among the chaos, bullets ripping through the air around her without touching her. She flipped backward over a pile of debris, firing twin pistols in a double tap that dropped two men mid-stride. A third lunged from the cover of a streetlamp—she twisted, slammed her foot into his chest, and sent him sprawling into the dust.“Three o’clock!” Lucian shouted.Ayra pivoted, spinning and spraying into a new line of attackers. Her reflexes were a mix of precision and adrenaline, each round finding its m

The rain had stopped just before they arrived, leaving the air crisp and carrying the faint scent of wet earth. Ayra pulled her jacket closer as she stepped out of the car, her gaze following Lucian’s.The safehouse ahead looked unassuming, a single-story brick building tucked between two aging warehouses, but she knew better—it was Nico’s territory. Discreet, well-defended, and invisible to anyone who wasn’t supposed to find it.Lucian opened the door for her and Lisbeth, holding it long enough for the damp night air to sweep in behind them. Warmth enveloped them instantly, carrying with it the faint aroma of something sweet baking in the kitchen. Ayra’s shoulders loosened, just a little.“Daddy!”The voice was high-pitched and bright—like sunlight spilling into the room. Ayra turned her head just in time to see a tiny blur of motion rush across the wooden floor. Elias barreled straight into Lucian’s legs, arms wrapping tightly around him. Lucian bent down immediately, his expression