บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Mistress: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 58

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI stood just outside the door of my study, arms crossed over my chest as I leaned into the frame. Thomas stood opposite to me, his stance straight, but his eyes occasionally drifted through the slight crack in the door. Inside, Roxanne was seated at the desk, head bowed, pen moving in a steady rhythm across the page."She's writing everything down," I said, watching as she lightly tapped the pen against the papers before she started writing again. "Names. Places. Anything Garry told her. What she remembers from the crash. Even if it’s fragmented."Thomas nodded, his voice dropping. "You think there's truth in what he told her?""I think there's a mix of truth and bullshit." I replied flatly, watching Roxanne scribble in silence. "It’s your job to separate the two."He gave a short breath, not quite a sigh. "You want it discreet?""Very." My tone hardened. "This stays between us. You, me, and Fred. No one else. Not even Dahlia."Thomas raised a brow but didn’t argue

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV She stood straight, the book still in her hand, before quietly walking back toward the bookshelves. I leaned back in the chair, bracing my forearms against the armrests, cursing softly under my breath. Get it together. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but fuck, the way she moved, calm and unbothered, in that damn pair of night shorts, was enough to make me feel like my skin was on fire. I kept my eyes on her, jaw clenched, until her voice floated back toward me. "Where’s your hometown, by the way?" I cleared my throat, sitting up a little straighter before I stood up. "Marseille. This city is just north of it." She nodded slowly, thoughtful, as she returned the book to its place. She turned to face me, but I was already standing behind her. Her breath caught. I saw it in the way her chest stilled, the way her fingers curled slightly as she looked up at me with those soft, damn eyes. I stepped in closer, my hand lifting before I even thought it through, and

ROXANNE POVThe sun was already high when I stepped out onto the gravel driveway of the villa in my black heels. The heat kissed my skin, but the breeze that tugged at the hem of my short black dress helped ease it. I adjusted the strap of my purse against my shoulder and reached up to straighten the small beret perched over my straightened hair. A black SUV sat parked in the curve of the driveway, engine running quietly, windows tinted dark like the men Damien kept around him.A man stepped out from the driver's side. Tall, broad, and with a presence that practically announced ex-military. His black suit was cut sharp, an earpiece fitted in his ear, and his black aviators made it hard to tell if he was actually looking at me, but I felt his gaze anyway.He walked around and opened the back passenger door just as light footsteps came skipping behind me."Roxie, wait!" Angelina's voice rang with excitement.I turned to see her in a soft yellow sundress and white slippers, her curls p

ROXANNE POVI was heading to the kitchen, my slippers brushing lightly against the floor tiles, when I slowed down near the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Damien’s voice floated smoothly down the corridor, and I paused instinctively. It was coming from Angelina’s room.I tiptoed a little closer, stopping just beside the door, not wanting to intrude. His voice was calm as he read one of the bedtime stories I had picked out for her earlier that week. I smiled without meaning to. Something about hearing him read, the warmth in his tone, made me feel oddly full inside.I leaned just slightly to glance into the room. There he was, sitting on the edge of her bed, tucking her in gently. Angel had her little arms wrapped around the same teddy bear I gave her when we met. Her new puppy was curled in a soft basket in the corner, already asleep.I was about to head downstairs, not wanting to eavesdrop anymore, when I heard her tiny, sleepy voice."Is Roxanne going to be my mommy now, Daddy?"