All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ADRIANOIt took me a long time to come down from it. To stop pacing. To stop feeling like I’d been betrayed by two people I loved. And instead, to understand that maybe I was the one who had betrayed them.Andrea didn’t deserve my silence. She didn’t deserve the storm I’d dragged through that room just because I was blindsided. She was the same girl who used to sleep with the light on until she was ten. The one who used to bake lopsided birthday cakes for me with Leonardo’s help. The same sister who stood by me when I nearly gave up on myself after college.And Leonardo... was still my best friend. And yeah, sure, I wanted to punch him straight through the wall for not telling me. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew he hadn’t done any of it out of disrespect. He loved her. It was written all over his face. And maybe the reason I was so angry, so damn gutted was because I knew that. Because deep down, I’d always known something was brewing between them. I’d just refused to

AzzurraLiving in the same house as your future mother-in-law is a special kind of hell.It’s a strange, fragile existence, walking on eggshells while being close enough to hear her judge the way you chew your damn cereal. Every sigh, every stiff glance, every perfectly timed silence. Living with Luna Vienna is like living with a queen who silently disapproves of your entire bloodline. Even after I thought we kind of bonded over tea that one time in the garden. Guess I was wrong.So, when I walked into the dining room that morning and saw Andrea sitting at the table with her laptop, a stack of bridal magazines, and what looked like five color-coded folders, I knew I was about to get dragged into something chaotic.“Good morning,” I muttered, still half asleep, tugging my hoodie down over my shorts.Andrea didn’t even glance up. “We’re planning the wedding today.”I blinked. “The fuck we are.”“Yes,” she said sweetly, pushing a hot cup of coffee toward me. “And you’re helping.”I sat d

AzzurraThe wedding day was a beautiful fucking disaster, and I mean that in the best possible way.Everything was chaos, elegant, flower-scented, champagne-soaked chaos but chaos nonetheless. If someone had told me that watching Andrea walk down the aisle would make me cry, I would’ve laughed in their face, maybe even told them to fuck off but when I saw her? Radiant and trembling and glowing in that goddamn dress? Yeah. I teared up. Just a little. Don’t make a thing out of it.The morning started like a fever dream.Hair dryers going, makeup artists darting around like caffeinated pixies, someone yelling about a missing pair of ivory heels that apparently mattered more than world peace. Andrea, to her credit, hadn’t turned into a full-on bridezilla. Not completely. She was emotional, sure. Hormonal and glowing with that whole pregnant goddess vibe, but calm. Or at least, she was faking it well.“You okay?” I asked her as she sat in front of the mirror, biting her lip so hard I thoug

AzzurraMy heart ached in the best way. My body was still humming from our first time, trembling from a kind of release I’d never experienced before. Adriano had held me afterward, his arms wrapped securely around me, lips brushing over my forehead as our breaths slowed. But even in the quiet that followed, the tension remained. Not the kind that twisted and threatened to shatter, but the kind that lingered, soft and electric.Adriano’s fingers gently traced circles on my lower back, his touch featherlight. I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. It felt like a lullaby, warm, and calming but it didn’t dull the low simmer in my belly.“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, his voice low, intimate. It rumbled against my ear, and I shivered.I tilted my face upward to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were no longer dark with hunger, but softer now, as though he were memorizing every part of me.“You already had me twice,” I whispered, brushing

AdrianoFuck.That was the first word that left my mouth when I stepped into the garage and saw the black SUV waiting for me, engine already running. Carlo stood by the driver’s door like a goddamn statue, eyes shaded by his sunglasses even though we were parked underground.He gave me a nod, a silent question.Yeah. Let’s go.I slid into the backseat, slammed the door shut, and leaned back as the engine roared to life. My head was pounding, half from too little sleep, half from the weight of everything pressing down on my shoulders.Fucking Massimo.He should’ve stayed in his lane. Should’ve known better than to poke at the corners of my family’s territory like we wouldn’t notice but no, he was greedy, sloppy, high on his own ego and now? Now he was gonna bleed.You don’t betray the Giordanos and live.I stood at the edge of the rooftop of the estate, the wind clawing at my jacket. My phone buzzed in my hand.It was Dmitri Orlov, the Bratva's second-in-command.“We’re in position. Fi