All Chapters of The Devil's Rival Fetish: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"H-Har-Hailey Lynn?" the girl repeated those words when the deadly fear consumed her. Aiken Lynn was an underworld man, who was known for his shady business and ruthless way of killing enemies. Day by day, the news used to flash on the television, either due to his runaway or.. his enemies being killed. H-How.. can.. a normal person like her.. "You must be.. mistaken, Mister. I-I don't know anyone like him! You are searching for the wrong person!" "We know who we captured, Miss. Our information is absolutely correct and... I can see how true it is.." the man replied while eying the face of the girl under the dim light. "That Aiken was your father who is now presumed to be dead. God, he was such a bastard. I'm sure he will not be receiving heaven anytime soon." The words were taunting but Hailey didn't care. She glared at him with those pitch brown eyes, anger boiling inside her veins. "I-I.. know who my father Was! He-he... was an engineer and died... at the construction site!"

"I didn't think you would be convinced so easily, Hailey." Zayn's words brought an unsaid annoyance on her face. She twisted her expressions to say, "Not letting me drink water or eat food, is that how you want me to submit to you?" "That's the least harshness we have shown to you as Lynn's daughter." he honestly told her, the curve on his face turning bigger. "If it was one of his men, his legs and arms would have been broken till now." "Hah, shall I be grateful to your mercy....?" "Perhaps you should. I have taken into account that you were unaware of your hierarchy." Hailey wanted to laugh at her destiny. One moment she was dreaming about earning more money, doin extra-part time. The very next moment her life was drenched with bad dreams. The dream of being entangled with Zayn Wakon. When Zayn didn't get the replies from Hailey, he walked up to her. Under the same dim light, after a day. "So, shall we talk if you are in your correct mindset?" he asked but Hailey didn't beli

It was already nightfall when dinner was served in her room. Hailey sat curled in the corner of the bed, legs folded tight, head buried between them—her world reduced to the silence between sobs she refused to release.Her heart had shattered at the events unfolding before her.Everything seemed to linger in her mind like a microchip—too vivid, too surreal. Like a broken reel of memories playing in a loop she didn’t ask for.Suddenly, a knock broke the silence, like a crack of thunder in a dead sky."May I come in?""Y-Y-Yes… you may," she answered quietly, her voice a whisper coated in tremble. She was trying, painfully, to keep herself from crumbling completely.An old woman ent

"I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Mattson.""My condolences, sir."The voices echoed, one after another, from the thousands who came to pay respect. They stood in lines—some with bowed heads, others with solemn eyes—all casting fleeting glances at the man who stood motionless at the front. Denis Mattson.His expression was unreadable. Distant. Cold. As if grief dared not touch him.Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, one gloved hand folded neatly over the other in front of his coat, Denis stood tall. His eyes were hidden behind jet-black sunglasses, masking any sliver of emotion. He didn’t weep. He didn’t speak. His silence screamed louder than any words could.Standing behind him were three other men—