Semua Bab DEVIL’s GRIP: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Days blurred into nights, and Hema found herself stuck in an endless cycle of silent suffering. She had lost the will to fight. She had lost the will to live.Mia had dismissed the kitchen maids, forcing Hema to become the full-time cook of the mansion. It wasn’t enough that she was trapped in this house; now, she was expected to serve them, to feed the very people who had destroyed her life.Hema spent her days in the kitchen, mindlessly chopping, stirring, and preparing meals like a lifeless doll. The heat from the stove burned her skin, the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on her bones, yet she never complained. She never spoke.The kitchen was always stocked with meat—nothing else. No vegetables, no grains, nothing she could eat. Mia had made sure of that. Hema was left with no choice but to cook meals she wouldn’t even touch, her stomach empty as she placed plate after plate in front of them.They would eat while she stood silently at the side, staring at nothing, existing bu

Hema had barely eaten for days. Her body was weak, her mind slipping between exhaustion and numbness. Every step she took felt heavier than the last, but she refused to let them see her break. Not yet.She was serving food at the dining table when her vision blurred. The edges of her world darkened, the sound of cutlery and conversation fading into a distant hum. She tried to steady herself, gripping the table for support, but her fingers slipped, and before she could react—she collapsed.A loud gasp filled the room. The plates clattered as she hit the cold floor.Mia rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Oh please, she’s just creating a scene.”But Zayden was already on his feet.His chair scraped against the floor as he rushed to her side. Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms.“Hema,” he murmured, tapping her cheek, but her eyelids barely fluttered.His heart pounded against his ribs. This wasn’t like her. She never showed weakness.Mia was staring at him in shock, watching her

For the first time in what felt like eternity, Hema and Zayden were alone in their new mansion, far away from the chaos of his family and past life. The house sat on a private estate surrounded by dense forests, with no prying eyes or unwanted visitors. It was quiet, secluded—a world where only the two of them existed.Hema had promised to live with him, and surprisingly, Zayden had kept his word. He hadn’t hurt her, hadn’t forced her into anything. He let her roam the house freely, allowed her to make her own choices except going out.Mornings were peaceful.She would wake up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and on rare occasions, Zayden would bring her breakfast in bed. Not only because he was overly affectionate, but because he enjoyed watching her eat, making sure she was taking care of herself.They spent their evenings together, sometimes sitting on the balcony, watching the sunset in comfortable silence. Other times, he would pull her into slow dances in the dimly lit liv

Hema stood in the kitchen, the soft scent of berries filling the air as she cut them to eat. The sun had barely risen, casting golden light through the massive windows. Zayden entered the kitchen after signalling all servants out.Because he wanted to be near her.She felt him before she saw him. A familiar warmth behind her, a presence she had come to recognize even without turning around.“You should be getting ready for your flight,” she said, her voice calm, yet laced with something she couldn’t define.Zayden ignored her words.Instead, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest.His hands were warm as they slid beneath her shirt, fingertips pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. She gasped when he gripped her waist muscle, his hold possessive, almost desperate.She let out a small whimper.Zayden smirked against her neck, his lips brushing lightly against her skin.“I’ll be gone for a day,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough

Zayden’s heart pounded violently as he stormed into his mansion, his breath ragged, his muscles coiled tight with rage. He had felt it the moment he left—something was wrong. He had dismissed the unease at first, thinking it was just the unfamiliarity of being away from her for the first time in weeks. But the dread had grown heavier with every passing hour, gnawing at him like a disease. And now, as he stood in the middle of the grand hallway, the truth hit him with full force.She was gone.His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on a letter placed on the coffee table. Beside it lay a bottle of birth control pills, mocking him. He felt his fingers tremble as he picked up the letter, unfolding it with an unbearable sense of dread.“Goodbye. I hope I never meet this nightmare again. Dreams are just dreams—don’t expect them to come true in real life.”The paper crumpled in his grip, veins pulsing on the back of his hand. His throat burned as he clenched his jaw. His eyes dart