All Chapters of The Devil's Game: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The car eased to a halt in front of an elegant boutique, its towering glass panes flaunting mannequins draped in flowing evening gowns, crisp suits, and glinting accessories. Ayra cast a sideways glance at Lucian, her brow furrowed in perplexity."Why are we here?" she asked.Lucian killed the engine and stepped out. “We’re having lunch somewhere upscale, remember? That outfit isn’t exactly appropriate.”Her gaze dropped to her jeans and cozy sweater. “It’s perfectly fine,” she said, brow raised. “It is.” he circled around the car to open her door. “But this is about more than fine. Humor me. And by the way, you've worn that since this morning, no?”She slid out reluctantly, her steps dragging as she trailed behind him into the boutique. Quite like the hotel, the interior was a study in luxury. The floors were polished to a shine, the air smelled of lavender, and sleek racks of clothing were arranged with museum-like precision. A soft piano melody played in the background, as if t

She frowned, her mind racing. “And I’m... what? A bargaining chip?”“You are not necessarily that. This marriage benefits us both, Ayra. Think of it as a partnership. We both stand to gain, and in the process, you’ll have the freedom to carve out your own space."She turned back to him, her expression unreadable. “Freedom? You’re marrying me to close business deals and save my family’s reputation. Where’s the freedom in that?”Lucian didn’t flinch under her scrutiny, shrugging instead. “Freedom is what you make of it, Ayra. You can resent the circumstances or leverage them to your advantage. It also provides you with protection from external pressures. You’ve seen how things have been unraveling. Hate it if you want, but I’m offering you a way to gain control over the chaos around you.”Ayra bit her lips, staring almost hatefully at the man before her. Finally, she whispered, “And if I say no?”“Then the Russo business collapses. Your father’s debts consume everything. Your family be

Ayra sat before the mirror, watching as the makeup artist dusted a fine layer of powder over her face, softening the natural glow of her skin. The room was quiet except for the occasional murmurs of the stylists as they worked on her, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in her chest.Her reflection stared back at her, the image of a bride-to-be, yet she felt nothing close to what a bride should feel. The dress hung elegantly on the stand beside her, an intricate design of ivory silk and delicate embroidery, but all she could focus on was the unfamiliar weight pressing on her shoulders.The marriage was happening. Today.She should have expected it. Lucian was too pragmatic to waste time. They had agreed—or rather, she had relented—to a simple court marriage with minimal witnesses, and now the reality of it was sinking in. She was going to be tied to a man she barely knew, a man who had changed overnight into something unreadable, cold.The soft click of the door opening made her h

The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate. Even though Ayra had been prepared for luxury, the sheer scale of Lucian’s house still made her pause. It was the kind of place that belonged in glossy magazines—elegant but imposing, with towering columns, expansive windows, and a wrought-iron gate that had opened for them without a word.Lucian stepped out first, shutting the car door behind him without so much as a glance in her direction. Ayra hesitated for a moment before following, her heels clicking against the stone driveway. She turned to grab her bag, but one of the staff members had already taken it, whisking it away with practiced efficiency.She stepped into the entrance hall, where the marble floors gleamed beneath the soft lighting. Everything smelled of expensive wood, clean linen, and something faintly herbal—like freshly cut leaves. It was as lavish as she’d expected, but the atmosphere felt cold. Not in the temperature, but in the way the house seemed too quiet,

Ayra was pulled from the depths of an uneasy sleep by the shrill ring of her phone. She barely registered the sound at first, her mind sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering remnants of restless dreams.The glow of the screen pierced the darkness of her room as she fumbled for the device on the nightstand. Her fingers curled around it, and she squinted at the caller ID.Sarah.A sliver of unease crept down her spine. It was late—past midnight—and Sarah wasn’t the type to call at this hour.Swallowing back sleep, she answered. Yes, Sarah was a bitch, but as her father had taught her, even bitches had a use. “Sarah?” Her voice was groggy, laced with confusion. She was not in the mood for a call. “Ayra.” The tone of Sarah’s voice jolted her fully awake. “You need to sit down.”Ayra pushed herself up against the pillows, heart hammering now. “What? What’s wrong?”A beat of silence, then—“I saw Lucian.”Her breath caught.The sound of his name alone was enough to unsettle