All Chapters of DEVIL’s GRIP: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zayden had no idea he was just a piece in Hema’s grand chess game.As soon as the words “I love you too” left her lips, he was lost. His dark eyes burned with something raw, something desperate. Without hesitation, he lifted her off the ground, carrying her toward the sleek black car waiting outside his office.Hema barely had time to react.“Zayden—”“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her wrist as he slid her into the car. “I’ve been saving this moment for too long, Hema. I won’t let you run away now.”The smooth purr of the engine barely covered the wild pounding of her heart.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She was supposed to trick him, manipulate him, make him suffer.But now, she was in his arms. In his car. In his world.And worse—he wasn’t letting go.⸻At Zayden’s MansionThe mansion was isolated, standing like a fortress under the night sky. The guards at the gate lowered their heads as the car pulled in, moving aside without question.Zayden carried her throug

The world woke up to shocking headlines the next morning. “Billionaire CEO Zayden Knight Arrested: The Secret Drug Empire Exposed!” “Knight Corp. Falls: U.S. Authorities Seize Illegal Drug Research Labs.” “The Rise and Fall of a Corporate Kingpin – Betrayed by His Own Fiancée?” Every major news channel, website, and social media platform was flooded with articles and discussions about the scandal of the century. Hema had done it. Zayden Knight, the man who had built an empire on illegal drug trials and manipulation, was now behind bars. His powerful allies? They abandoned him overnight. His empire? Crumbling. His reputation? Destroyed. And yet… Hema felt no relief. She and Arvind had returned to India the very next day, escaping the whirlwind of controversy. Hema should have felt safe now. She had avenged her brother. But deep down, she feared one thing— Zayden coming back. Would he really rot in prison forever? Or would his power and influence find a way to bre

The heavy silence in the wedding hall was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. Slow. Measured. Full of purpose.Hema’s entire body stiffened as Zayden stepped closer and looked at her closely, his presence suffocating, his dark eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. Hema’s breath hitched as Zayden’s grip tightened around her waist from behind. His fingers dug into her skin possessively, his breath hot against the side of her neck and sniffed her and bit her . She stiffened, every nerve in her body screaming to push him away, to break free, but she knew the consequences.“Relax, princess,” Zayden murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “This is your destiny ,now try to live with it.”Tears welled up in Hema’s eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her weak.As she turned her head slightly, her eyes caught a glimpse of the pandit walking towards them—his face pale, his forehead beaded with sweat. The g

The car ride was silent, except for the sound of Hema’s breathing—uneven, shallow, almost as if she were suffocating under the weight of everything that had happened. She was still clutching her blouse, her delicate fingers fisting the fabric tightly against her chest. Her shoulders trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the turmoil raging inside her.Zayden’s eyes flickered toward her every few seconds, but she didn’t move. She was frozen.The car pulled up to the private airport. The engines of his personal jet roared softly in the distance, waiting for its master.Zayden stepped out, adjusting his cuffs as he turned toward her. She hadn’t moved.Still sitting in the car, still clutching her blouse.His jaw clenched. He didn’t want anyone else seeing her like this.With a sharp exhale, he shrugged off his black coat and leaned down.She didn’t react when he draped it over her shoulders, covering her bare skin.She didn’t react when he gripped her wrist and pulled her out of the

The heavy tears rolled down Hema's face as she stood under the cold, unforgiving shower, her expensive bridal attire clung to her drenched body like a dead weight.Hema shivered as she recalled the events of the day. Zayden, the powerful and ruthless businessman, had proposed to her out of the blue, showering her with gifts .As Hema stepped out of the bathroom, she found Zayden lounging on their marital bed, his chiseled chest glistening in the dim light. He was a handsome man, but his beauty was marred by the cruelty that lurked behind his eyes. Hema's heart raced as Zayden's gaze raked over her, his eyes lingering on her wet, clinging clothes. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.He stood up from his bed and moved to his closet and took a one of her t-shirt and gave her,"Get changed," Zayden commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "And change it here"Hema's eyes widened in shock and outrage. She was not about to strip in front of this man, this monster who h