บททั้งหมดของ DEADLY DEVOTION: KISS ME, KILL ME AND KISS ME AGAIN: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

CHAPTER 91Luca leaned against the edge of the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied Amelia’s expression. It had been a few days since Alessandro's sudden visit and he believed that this even made her more scared to want to go out. However, he didn't like her staying at home all through the day, doing nothing. And also, he didn't want her to get alarmed that he was receiving too many unnecessary guests. He knew she was stubborn—always had been—but he needed her to trust him, especially now."Look, listen to me, Amelia; you don’t have to stay in this house all the time, Amelia,” he said, his tone firm yet gentle. “I meant it when I said you should work for me. My company has a place for you. Moreover, it's a perfect fit for you in case you're scared of Alessandro coming back to hurt you or something. Or if you prefer, just name any company you’d like to work at, and I’ll make it happen.”Amelia sat on the couch, gripping the hem of her blouse between her fingers. Luca’s

CHAPTER 93Luca stepped into his father’s study, his every move controlled and calculated. He had spent years perfecting the art of keeping his emotions in check, but the moment he locked eyes with Vincent, the anger simmering beneath his skin threatened to rise. "Can we get to the root of the issue?" "That's rude. Not even a good morning?" Vincent chuckled dryly but Luca was having none of it. "Morning — because there is nothing good about the morning," Luca answered and Vincent nodded, agreeing with what his son had said. Vincent leaned back in his chair, the very image of ease, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You are right. There is nothing good about the morning. Regardless, to me, you’re eager. It's not as if you are going to be this eager to agree with my wishes; if that had been the case, I wouldn't have minded,” he noted, tilting his head slightly. “I expected you to at least have breakfast before storming into my study.”Luca’s jaw clenched. “I’m not here for pl

CHAPTER 95.Amelia rushed out of the cab after managing to pay the driver. Her face was flushed and she was finding it hard to breathe stably. She tried calling Mia on her way down to the hospital to give her the news but she wasn't answering. But regardless she knew that she needed to be there for him. The hospital was a battlefield of urgency. Why at this moment though? It was almost as if it was the end of the world and people were trying to run around for survival kits. "Did all bad incidents for the month happen today?" She couldn't help but wonder as she kind of sorted her way. Amelia pushed her way through the crowded hallways, her breath coming in short gasps. The air smelled of antiseptic, blood, and something metallic—fear, maybe. Nurses and doctors rushed in all directions, pushing gurneys with bloodied patients, calling out for supplies, and barking orders.She tried speaking to a nurse in scrubs, who barely spared her a glance before disappearing behind a set of

CHAPTER 97Amelia’s eyes widened.“Are you out of your mind?” she whispered.Alessandro tilted his head, "What do you mean?" "Did you even listen to what you just said?" "Yes, I said we should go back quickly and get your things away from Luca's apartment."Amelia stared at Alessandro in disbelief, his words ringing in her ears."Did you just say that?" Her voice was sharp, edged with shock and frustration.Alessandro exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair, the gesture betraying his growing irritation. "Yes, I did. Why are you pretending not to understand?" "I am not pretending not to understand. I actually find it surprising that you seem like you can't read the room at all. Luca just had an accident..." "So what? Come on, Amelia. You know that Luca is not your responsibility, Amelia. He never was. You should come with me and let the hospital staff do their job. He has his father here with him, right?"Amelia scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. "Are you e

Chapter 99Vincent strode into the hospital room, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. His sharp gaze swept over his son lying on the bed, eyes closed, appearing as though he were still in a deep state of recovery. But Vincent knew better.Luca’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door, and he turned his head slightly to acknowledge his father’s presence.“How are you feeling?” Vincent asked, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of something unreadable.Luca groaned, pressing a hand to his head. “Like I actually got hit by a truck.”Vincent chuckled lightly, the corners of his lips curling. “Well, technically, you did. Just not as hard as it could have been.”Luca shot him an unimpressed look but remained silent.Just then, the door creaked open again, interrupting their discussion. Vincent cleared his throat and had his firm face back on.Amelia stepped in. She had been sitting beside Luca for hours, but now she looked up at Vincent expectantly.“