All Chapters of DEVIL’s GRIP: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Unexpected NewsLife in the USA had been nothing short of a dream for Zayden and Hema. Their home was always filled with laughter, warmth, and the playful chaos of their three children. Zayden, the once ruthless businessman, had become a complete family man, though his dominant and flirtatious nature still remained whenever he was alone with Hema.One evening, Hema stood in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in disbelief. The two pink lines glared back at her, confirming what she had been suspecting for days.“No way…” she whispered, gripping the edge of the sink.She stepped out of the bathroom, her face pale, her heart pounding. Zayden was sitting in their bedroom, leaning back against the headboard, flipping through a business magazine while their youngest child lay asleep beside him.He looked up when he saw her standing there, arms crossed, staring at him with an unreadable expression.“What?” he asked, setting the magazine aside.She took a deep breath and muttered, “I’

A Proposal of ForeverZayden leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Hema reluctantly take the seat opposite him. His seat.She had hesitated at first, but he had already anticipated that. So, he had prepared her weakness—her favorite ice cream.Of course, he had to ask her grandmother for that little detail. He would do whatever it took to break down her walls, one by one.As Hema scooped a spoonful of the ice cream, savoring its familiar taste, Zayden studied her. She was breathtaking, even in the simplest moments. The way her lips slightly parted as the cold dessert melted on her tongue, the way her lashes fluttered when she was lost in thought… everything about her made him want to claim her completely.His gaze shifted to the digital screen on his desk, where the architectural model of a house was displayed. It was located outside the city, nestled in nature—far away from the chaos of business, responsibilities, and the world that constantly

Hema sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the half-packed suitcase in front of her.Her fingers trembled as she clutched her phone to her ear.“How are you, my dear?” her grandmother’s warm voice asked.Hema inhaled sharply, forcing a smile as if the old woman could see her through the call. “I’m fine, Grandma. Just… working a lot.”Her grandmother chuckled softly. “I know, I know. My hardworking girl. I’m so proud of you, Hema.”Proud.The word twisted something deep inside her.Would he have been proud too?She swallowed hard, pushing the thought away. “Grandma, did you need something?”“Oh yes, dear. I called to tell you that the insurance money for your brother has been credited.”Silence.A strange ringing filled Hema’s ears.For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.Her fingers tightened around the phone.The insurance money.She had forgotten about it completely.Her grandmother’s voice softened, as if she could sense the sudden shift in her mood. “Are you okay, dear?”Hema bl

When Zayden arrived at her suit with a bottle of deep red wine in hand, he couldn’t help but smirk. He was impressed by the effort she had put into the evening. The small table in her dining area was laden with an array of dishes—various curries, tandoori delights, and freshly baked naan—each item chosen with care. The aroma of spices mingled with the soft sound of Indian classical music playing in the background.Hema, dressed casually yet elegantly in a kurti and palazzo , had tied her hair up in a bun—a look she knew Zayden adored. Although her hair was now neatly pulled up, there was a certain nonchalant charm in the way stray wisps escaped, softening her features. She greeted him at the door, and he teased, “seems like a date to me.”With a playful roll of her eyes, she retorted, “you wish. I wanted to order a variety of food—i invited you somthat nothing goes to waste.”He chuckled as he stepped inside. “It’s hurts a little ”They sat at the dining table, and as they began to ea

The elevator descended in silence, the dim lighting casting an eerie glow over Zayden’s face. Hema stood beside him, her heart pounding—not from fear, but from anticipation.She had done it.The tiny button camera hidden in the lapel of her blazer was recording everything.As soon as the secret chamber doors slid open, Hema took a sharp breath.The underground facility was nothing like she had imagined—it was far worse.Rows upon rows of glass chambers lined the massive lab, filled with strange, swirling liquids. Some contained vials of unknown substances; others had preserved organs. The air smelled sterile, but beneath that, a faint chemical stench lingered.Zayden walked ahead, leading her deeper into the facility. He trusted her now.“This is what I wanted to show you,” he said quietly.Hema schooled her expression, keeping it neutral. “What exactly is this place?”He exhaled. “This… is where everything happens. The drugs, the experiments, the trials.”Hema’s fingers curled into f