All Chapters of The Devil In A Suit: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third POVJulian stirred awake, his body aching from the night before, but the ache was one of satisfaction. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Cassiel was still next to him, lying on his side, his arm draped possessively over Julian’s waist.Julian tried to shift, but the movement stirred Cassiel awake. Without opening his eyes, Cassiel’s hand tightened around Julian’s waist, pulling him closer.“Where do you think you’re going?” Cassiel murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.Julian couldn’t help but smile. “I thought you’d be too tired to hold me hostage again.”Cassiel finally opened his eyes, a lazy smirk appearing. “I’m never too tired when it comes to you.”Julian bit his lower lip, heat creeping up his neck. “You’re impossible.”Cassiel rolled over, pinning Julian beneath him. His hand traced the curve of Julian’s neck, his lips brushing against his jaw. “Impossible, huh? I’ll show you impossibl

Third POV Cassiel walked into the kitchen, his expression firm as usual. Miss Maria, busy kneading dough, looked up and gave a slight nod. “Make something light for Julian,” Cassiel ordered, his tone calm but decisive. “And when it’s ready, inform me in the study.” “Yes, sir,” Miss Maria replied, already moving to prepare the meal. Cassiel didn’t linger. He strode out of the kitchen and made his way to the study, pulling out his phone and initiating a video call to Enzo. The call barely rang twice before Enzo’s face appeared on the screen, looking a bit rough but still managing a smirk. “About to drop over, boss,” Enzo said, wiping what seemed to be smudges of dirt from his face. “Just need to freshen up first.” Cassiel didn’t smile. “Be cautious. The Lion Boys have been alerted about the massacre. Someone’s leaking information, and I’m not in the mood to deal with a retaliatory strike right now.” Enzo raised an e

Third POVThe room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the rough stone walls. Three cloaked figures sat around a long, wooden table, their faces partially hidden by the hoods they wore. The silence was suffocating, tension thick in the air.The man sitting at the head of the table finally broke the silence, his voice gravelly and filled with frustration. “When can I get my brother’s corpse? I won’t believe he’s dead until I see him buried.”Another man, slightly younger, lifted his head just enough for his eyes to catch the dim light. “Cassiel’s security is tight. We tried to make contact through one of the cleaners, but she was caught before she could get close enough to the penthouse.”The first man slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the empty chamber. “I warned you! I told you Cassiel isn’t the kind of man to cross. You thought you could just waltz into his territory without consequences? You don’t understand the beast you’ve awakened.

Third POVCassiel was in his study, leaning back in his chair while going through a few documents when a light knock sounded on the door. He looked up to see a fragile maid peeking in cautiously.“What is it?” Cassiel asked, his voice calm but authoritative.The maid stepped in, bowing slightly. “Sir, Julian just arrived from the amusement park. He’s back in the room.”Cassiel nodded, his expression softening just a bit. “All right. Clear the mug and tray from the table and wipe down the marble floor. I’ll check on him.”“Yes, sir,” the maid replied, quickly moving to tidy up.Cassiel stood, stretching his shoulders as he left the study. He made his way down the hall, his footsteps purposeful. Entering the bedroom, he paused at the doorway just as Julian stepped out of the bathroom.Julian was dripping wet from head to toe, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead as he rubbed a towel through it. His skin had a fresh, flushed glow, and droplets trailed

Third POV Cassiel’s eyes darkened. “You think this is a joke? You collapsed, Julian. Do you know what that did to me?” Julian looked down, his thumb tracing Cassiel’s knuckles. “Sorry. Didn’t think it was that serious.” “You never do.” Cassiel’s voice softened, his free hand moving to cup Julian’s cheek. “You act all tough, but you’re fragile. I can’t stand seeing you like that.” Julian leaned into the touch. “I didn’t want you to worry.” “That’s not your call to make.” Cassiel’s thumb brushed over his lips, lingering there as if to reassure himself that Julian was alive and well. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.” Julian hesitated before nodding. “Promise.” A faint knock on the door interrupted the quiet moment. Cassiel looked back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “What?” he barked. Miss Maria’s timid voice came through the door. “Sir, breakfast is ready.” Cassiel exhaled, his