All Chapters of The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The grand ballroom of the Moretti estate glittered with a thousand points of light, the golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the swirling sea of masked faces. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, polished marble, and the faint undertone of whispered secrets. I stood at the edge of the room, feeling the weight of my black gown, sleek and elegant, hugging every curve I was glad to show off — but the mask, oh, the mask, was what kept my sharp gaze hidden. It was a delicate piece of black lace, embroidered with tiny beads that shimmered as I moved, covering half my face and making it impossible for anyone to read my thoughts. Helios was close behind me, his presence as solid and steady as the ground beneath my feet. Even in this sea of glitz and glitter, he was a dark shadow that I could always find, always rely on. His black suit was tailored to perfection, the mask covering his eyes giving him an air of mystery that was impossible to ignore. I could feel his e

As the first pale light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, brushing the room in soft gold and silver, I stirred beneath the weight of warmth and quiet. The air was still, that rare kind of stillness that only existed before the world truly woke up. I blinked slowly, taking in the hazy lines of the ceiling and the way the sunlight stretched across the floorboards, lighting up dust motes that danced lazily in the morning air. And then I felt him—Helios. His arm was draped protectively over my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and his breath, warm and even, kissed the curve of my neck. I didn’t dare move at first. There was something sacred about the moment, like if I shifted too suddenly, it would all fall apart and vanish, like smoke in the wind. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. Steady. Strong. Comforting. It amazed me how someone like him—an enforcer for the Moretti family, a man whose name alone sent shivers through lesser men—could hold me like thi

The air was thick with smoke and silence—an eerie, unnatural quiet that followed violence. The kind of silence that settles after chaos, heavy and humming with something unfinished. My ears still rang from the last round of gunfire. My heart was racing, not from fear, but adrenaline, still trying to catch up with what just happened. Helios and I stood in the dimly lit hallway, surrounded by the aftermath—shattered walls, broken furniture, the stench of gunpowder and blood. Isabella was safe, tucked away behind layers of steel and loyal guards. The worst had passed. Or so I thought. Then it happened. Out of nowhere, a single gunshot cracked through the quiet like a lightning strike. The world moved in slow motion. Helios jerked beside me, his body twisting slightly, his breath catching in a way that wasn’t right. For a second, I didn’t understand what I was seeing—just that something was very wrong. Then I saw it. Blood. Dark and fast-flowing, blooming across his side like a te

The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the air thick with the scent of sweat and herbs. Helios stirred, his body hot and restless despite the cool night. His wound ached, a dull throb that seemed to echo the urgency coursing through him. He rolled onto his side, his arm instinctively reaching out for Elena. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her nightgown, hitched up just enough to reveal the curve of her bare ass. Jesus. He groaned low in his throat, his cock already hard and straining against the linen sheets. Elena shifted in her sleep, her body pressing back against his. Helios’s breath hitched as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers grazing the warmth between her legs. Fuck. Even in sleep, she was intoxicating. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint floral scent of her hair. “Elena,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she turned to face him. “Helios?”

The first rays of morning sunlight had just begun to seep through the tall windows of the Moretti estate when I noticed the shift. Helios was burning up. I’d been dozing lightly in the chair next to his bed, his hand still wrapped in mine, when I felt the unnatural heat radiating off his skin. I shot upright, heart hammering, and reached for his forehead. He was sweating, his face flushed, and he murmured something incoherent in his sleep. "Helios?" I whispered, shaking him gently. His eyes fluttered open, glassy and confused. Panic gripped my chest. "Doctor!" I bolted out of the room and down the hall, barefoot, hair a mess, adrenaline pumping through my veins. "Somebody get the doctor!" Within minutes, the on-site medical team was flooding the room. I stood to the side, chewing on my thumbnail, my stomach twisted in guilt and fear as they worked. They peeled away the bandages, revealing that the wound on his side had reopened slightly. One nurse swabbed away fresh blood while