บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Mistress: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

ROXANNE POV It was two days after the wedding. And finally…the day we were leaving. I didn’t think I had ever felt relief so quietly before, but it sat warmly in my chest as I stood at the front of the estate, watching the last of the luggage being loaded into the cars. Marseille had been…a lot. Beautiful, yes. Memorable, definitely. But suffocating in ways I couldn’t quite explain...especially with Mrs. Clara's unapologetically presence lingering like a shadow I could never fully escape. So yes. I was ready to go. “Stay close, okay?” Angelina’s small voice pulled my attention down. Her hand was wrapped tightly around mine as she looked up at me, almost like she was the one making sure I didn’t wander off. I smiled softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” She nodded, satisfied, before turning her attention back to the group in front of us. Goodbyes. Damien stood a few feet away, slightly off to the side with his father. Parrin Raphaël. The two of them were speaking quietly

ROXANNE POV It was Monday morning. The kind that felt like a fresh start, even if nothing in my life had ever really been simple enough to restart cleanly. Still…this one felt close enough. Angelina was going back to school. And I was starting my first day at Mr. Jones’ Family Care Clinic. Damien had already left earlier that morning, for business, as usual. No details. Just a kiss against my temple before he walked out the door like the world was already waiting for him to conquer it again. So here I was. In the backseat of the car, sitting beside Angelina as Thomas drove us through the quiet streets. Angelina had been unusually quiet for the past minute. Which…was suspicious. I glanced down. And caught her staring at my hand. More specifically... My ring. Her small fingers reached out carefully, brushing over it like she was handling something fragile and magical all at once. “It’s pretty,” she said softly. “And shiny.” I smiled a little, turning my hand so she coul

ROXANNE POVIt was time for my next appointment, and there I was seated once again in Dr. Lyra Hanes' office."I'm glad to see you back, Roxanne," she said warmly, her voice calm and steady in a way that made my shoulders loosen just a little. "And thank you for joining us again, Damien."Damien gave a simple nod in acknowledgment, nothing more, before he drifted off like he always did. His presence filled the room regardless, even as he casually strolled along the shelves, scanning the spines of books like he had all the time in the world.I smiled softly, shifting on the long sofa chair, tucking one leg under the other as I tried to get comfortable. The leather was cool beneath my skin, and actually grounding me just enough to keep my nerves from spiraling.Dr. Lyra sat across from me. Her notebook rested neatly on her lap with a pen poised in her hand and her full attention locked on me."We'll ease into things," she said gently. "But before we begin, let's revisit where we left of

ROXANNE POVI continued working around the clinic, the soft hum of machines and quiet chatter blending into the background as I moved from one task to another...but my mind wasn’t really there.It was wrapped around the song.The same one.The one from my memory.Thomas had found it early this morning and sent it over without much explanation, just a short message:“This is the closest match. Latin children’s hymn. Let me know if it triggers anything.”So I've been listening to it ever since.Over and over.The soft melody played through my earphones now, the unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar Latin lyrics flowing gently into my ears as I wiped down the counter near the supply cabinet.“...cor meum…luce…amare…”My fingers slowed.There it was again. That strange pull in my chest. Like something was just…out of reach.I leaned against the counter, closing my eyes for a second, letting the music sink deeper, hoping...just hoping...it would unlock something more.But nothing came. Just t

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Roxanne sleep. Three days. Three days since she regained a piece of her past...and it nearly broke her. My gaze traced over her face, softer now in sleep. She looked peaceful like this. Untouched. No matter what she remembers… She’s mine. My wife. I leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I love you...” I murmured against her ear. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I stilled. That wasn’t something I said. Not out loud. Not even to myself. But I didn’t take it back. Couldn’t. I didn’t want to. She shifted slightly beneath the sheets, a soft breath leaving her lips as she stirred. I pulled back just enough, about to stand, but her hand suddenly wrapped around mine. I glanced down at her as her eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice soft, rough around the edges. I eased back down onto the bed witho