บททั้งหมดของ DEVIL’s GRIP: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The room was suffocating with silence.Hema’s heart stopped the moment she stepped inside.There, in the dim glow of the room’s overhead light, Zayden sat like a king on his throne—his long legs stretched out lazily, one arm resting on the couch. But it wasn’t his presence that sent terror down her spine.It was Aara.She was in his arms.Tiny. Vulnerable. Oblivious to the monster holding her.And then—Karan.Two massive men flanked him, pressing cold steel against his temple.But Karan didn’t look at them.Didn’t look at the gun.His eyes were locked on Aara.Fearless—but not for himself.Hema couldn’t breathe.A slow, cruel smirk pulled at Zayden’s lips as he stared at Aara like he was inspecting a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.His fingers traced the baby’s tiny arm. “She doesn’t resemble me,” he murmured.Hema felt the blood drain from her face.Zayden’s dark eyes flickered up, locking onto hers.“But she should, shouldn’t she?”Her stomach twisted.He thought—he thought Aara

In the back seat, Hema sat rigidly, her eyes fixed on the house she had called home for the past year, the only place she had ever felt safe. The place where she had found peace after escaping from Zayden, the powerful man who had once had complete control over her life.As the car pulled further away from the house, Hema felt a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that Zayden had finally found her after searching for a year, and now she was at his mercy once again. She tried to calm her racing heart as she felt Zayden's presence beside her, his large frame taking up most of the space in the back seat. Zayden's hand suddenly gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long dark hair. He yanked her head to the side, burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. "I missed you so fucking much," he growled, his hot breath fanning over her skin. She could smell the expensive cologne he always wore mixed with the whiskey on his breath. He inhaled deeply, a

The grand auction hall in New York was buzzing with the presence of the wealthiest and most powerful figures in the world. Under shimmering chandeliers, men and women in tailored suits and designer gowns sat in elegant rows, their expressions focused as they raised their paddles to bid on assets worth billions.Mia sat at the front, her gaze cold and unreadable. She was dressed in a sleek black gown, a symbol of her authority. Her presence alone was enough to send shivers through the room. She was here for one reason—to win.Zayden, on the other hand, was a picture of calm arrogance. His confidence was unmatched, dressed sharply in a dark three-piece suit, with his signature smirk playing on his lips. He was no longer just a feared mafia leader—he was now the wealthiest man in the country, thanks to the recent success of his new drug. His empire had grown stronger, untouchable.Mia had prepared for this moment for months. The company being auctioned today was crucial for expanding her

The tension in the room was thick enough to suffocate, the air heavy with unspoken threats. Hema sat on the edge of the large bed, her hands clenched in her lap, her breathing shallow. When she heard the opening of bathroom door, she immediately pretended to sleep. She heard him coming near her.She could feel his gaze on her—sharp, piercing, dangerous.Zayden stood before her, his tall frame imposing, his towel below waist revealing the his muscles of his sculpted abdomen . His patience had long since run out, and tonight, he wouldn’t tolerate defiance.“You will satisfy me,” he said, his voice smooth but cold. “Like any devoted Indian wife does for her husband.”Hema’s stomach churned. She had expected this, but hearing it aloud made her skin crawl. He expected submission. Expected her to become just another woman bound by duty, chained to a life she never wanted.She stood up immediately thinking why she has to be scared of him, meeting his gaze with defiance. “You can have me,”

Hema descended the grand staircase, the soft fabric of her T-shirt brushing against her skin. The scent of fresh roses and burning sandalwood filled the air, but she barely noticed. Her mind was spinning, her heart pounding with unease.Her damp hair clung to her back, the strands dripping cold water onto the silk. She hadn’t bothered drying it—what was the point? Her body still ached, and her mind felt even more exhausted.Zayden, still lounging in bed, had noticed. He had watched her leave with her hair wet, a small smirk tugging at his lips. She must be too distracted to care, he thought. But he knew why. Soon, she’d learn there was no running from what he had planned for them.Hema wandered down the long hallway, pausing in front of an unfamiliar door. Something about it felt… different. It was slightly ajar, and inside, she could hear the faint sound of someone cleaning.Curious, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.Her breath caught.It was a baby’s room.The walls were