All Chapters of Seducing The Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vernon threw the knife to the side and walked out of the room. The guard from earlier was at the door his grip on his gun tightened when he saw the blood on Vernon's clothes. Vernon turned to him. “Burn that body and bring me it's ashes!” The guard nodded and walked into the room, as soon as Vernon left and what he saw, would scar him for life. Vernon walked into his room and peeled the shirt from his body, leaving him in just his underwear. He picked his tablet and flipped through until he reached the a video footage of when he killed Cameron and sent it to the one person he knew could have sent him—Tamlin. He added a chilling message. “Send more, I enjoyed killing this one” He clicked send and tossed his tablet on the couch. His face had shown in the clip and he could get arrested if Tamlin sent it to the police and his reputation would get ruined but did he care? Absolutely Not. Why was he doing this? He didn't even know but one thing he was sure of was, no one was al

"Ooh, I see an Ice cream truck! Let's go!" Becca said as she pulled Noah off the park bench. He followed with a chuckle. The reached the truck and Becca ordered a rocky road ice-cream while he went a simple Vanilla one. He payed and they walked back to the bench to sit. "You're still obsessed with Rocky road?" He chuckled, taking a small lick of his ice cream. She rolled her eyes. "Obsessed is an understatement!" He laughed and the sound made her heart race. He was so handsome when he laughed, she wished she could see him like those everyday. "See, it isn't that bad without Sasha?" Becca said, taking in a huge amount of ice cream. His face fell when she said Sasha and she rolled her eyes. "Why are you so upset when I mention Sasha? Aren't we doing this so that you'll try to get over her?" She frowned. "I know, it's just that. I miss her." His voice dropped—it was now low and tender. "I miss the times we hung out with each other, I remember vividly that her favourite ice

DAYS LATER***Finally the day reached, it was the biggest party of the year, only billionaires were invited and the hall was beautifully decorated to match Janet's wealth. The grand hall was a vision of opulence and elegance—designed not just to impress, but to mesmerize. Crystal chandeliers, large enough to rival small cars, hung from the high vaulted ceilings, scattering golden light like shattered stars across the room. The walls shimmered with textured gold panels, accented by ivory marbling that glowed softly under ambient lighting.A pristine red carpet stretched the length of the floor, bordered by intricate black and silver patterns that whispered of luxury.Tables were draped in velvet cloths the color of deep wine, each topped with towering centerpieces of rare orchids, flickering candelabras, and finely cut crystal glassware.Waiters moved like clockwork in tailored suits, offering glasses of vintage champagne. The soft hum of classical music played by a live string quart

Becca hadn’t looked up from her desk all morning. Her fingers moved over the keyboard mechanically, and the soft clacking was the only sound keeping her grounded. Zayne hadn’t stopped trying to catch her eye since she walked in. She felt it — the way his gaze followed her like a shadow, dragging along her spine. He had no right. And yet, here he was, acting like he was the wounded one. When Becca stood to hand over some reports to HR, she didn’t expect to feel fingers wrap around her wrist the second she turned a corner. “Zayne, let go—” He pulled her gently but firmly into the nearest hallway, one lined with filing cabinets and absent of witnesses. “Seriously?” she hissed. “What the hell do you want?” “You’ve been ignoring me all morning,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been avoiding me for a week,” she snapped. He narrowed his eyes. “You’re angry?” She folded her arms, jaw clenched. “No.” He stepped closer, expression unreadable. “Why are you upset? Are we dating?” That

Becca stood by the door, straightening her shirt and running a hand through her hair. She had barely slept the night before, too busy wondering what to wear, what to say, how not to seem too excited. Noah had texted her two days ago: “Let’s hang out. You said you were bored, remember?” Of course she remembered. She’d said it hoping he’d ask. A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts. She pulled open the door, her smile already forming. But it froze halfway. Noah stood there, alright. But he wasn’t alone. Next to him, arms looped around his, was Sasha. Her long blonde hair fell perfectly over one shoulder, her makeup effortlessly flawless. She gave Becca a tight, gleaming smile. Becca’s stomach dropped. “What is she doing here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Noah grinned like it was the best news in the world. “We’re back together!” he announced. “Crazy, right? Honestly, thank you. You helped me realize how much I missed her.” Before Becca could process t