Semua Bab DEADLY DEVOTION: KISS ME, KILL ME AND KISS ME AGAIN: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER 102Mike entered Alessandro’s bedroom with a knock on the door, gaining permission from his boss before stepping in. His hands were tucked behind his back, clearly holding something, and his expression was a mixture of caution and anticipation. Alessandro, who had been staring out the window with a pensive frown, turned his attention to him.“I’ve got something for you,” Mike said, his voice steady, though there was a slight edge of worry to it.Alessandro’s curiosity piqued, and he waved him over. “What is it?”Mike moved closer, pulling out a tablet from his bag. “I managed to get a bit of footage from the hospital. I had to be discreet, but I was able to get a clear video feed of Luca’s arrival.” He tapped a few times on the screen, bringing up the video of Luca being wheeled into the hospital, his face pale, his eyes dazed. “According to the doctor who gave me the information, Luca’s memory loss is temporary. He’s been diagnosed with a memory lapse, likely caused by the ac

CHAPTER 104The wind rustled gently through the trees as Amelia stepped out of the mansion’s gates, her chest rising and falling with a quiet sense of freedom. It was the first time in days she had been allowed out without a guard trailing two steps behind, or without Vincent or Luca hovering in the background, watching her move. Her fingers curled around the edges of the sweater she wore—it was Luca’s, far too large on her, but it was the only one she could grab before stepping outside. She had somehow come to hate her current position and the question she would always ask herself was how did she land this way?Her legs moved on instinct, down the road that led nowhere in particular. She just needed space. Air. Something real. She finally found herself among normal humans like her and was relieved. Her shoes scraped along the gravel until her eyes caught the shape of a red telephone booth tucked beside a tall hedge. It looked out of place, almost forgotten, but her heart gave a lea

CHAPTER 106The sharp and repetitive blare of a phone ringing jolted Amelia from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open as she sat up from the couch, her heart slightly pounding. Despite going to bed early last night, she still felt tired and sleepy too.She was honestly frustrated and that must have led to a decrease in her ability to sleep well. The morning sun had already filtered through the large glass window, casting soft patterns on the marble floor. She rubbed her eyes and glanced toward the bed. It was empty. Luca wasn’t there. It was his phone that was ringing so she decided to let it be until...The phone rang again, vibrating insistently on the nightstand. Without thinking, Amelia crossed the room and picked it up.“Hello?” she answered cautiously.“Amelia?!”She froze. The voice on the other end was unmistakable—Mia.“Mia?”“Oh my God! Thank heavens, Amelia! You picked up instead, goodness! I have been trying to reach you but then I remembered that you don't have a source of

CHAPTER 108Amelia paced back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, her fingers trembling as she clutched the cordless landline phone she had found tucked behind a dusty flower vase in one of the storage rooms.One of the maids had been so nice to let her know the house had a dusty landline phone not quite far away. Amelia suspected that her conversations might be tracked but she didn't mind. It was better than not trying at all. The house was unusually quiet, the silence feeding her anxiety as she dialed Mia’s number. It rang once. Twice.“Hello?” came Mia’s voice, sharp and worried.“It’s me,” Amelia whispered quickly, constantly glancing over her shoulder. “It’s Amelia.”“Amelia! What’s happening? I tried coming back but for some weird reason, I wasn't allowed in. I gave all the explanation that I could but they were not having it and rather insisted that I should go back.” Mia’s voice rose, panic dripping with every word. "Yeah, after you left that evening, Luca ordered that yo

CHAPTER 110The estate had never seen a morning like this.Cars glided in one after the other—sleek, tinted, silent. High-ranking families, underworld tycoons, influential business moguls… all arriving in curated elegance, stepping out in tailored suits and shimmering gowns. It wasn’t just a wedding anymore—it was a political stage dressed in white silk and threat-laced promises.Guards lined the hallways. Their radios whispered and clicked with coded words. No one said it aloud, but everyone felt it: this wasn’t going to be a normal wedding. It wasn’t about love. It never was.It was about control.And somewhere inside the very heart of the estate, Amelia sat in a velvet chair with her hands folded tightly in her lap, the corset of her dress digging into her ribs like a warning. Her hair had been swept into soft waves, her makeup flawless—but her eyes… her eyes were hollow. Watching. Waiting.Two guards stood by her door.She watched the clock tick, minute by minute. In a few minutes