All Chapters of The Devil In A Suit: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Third POVIt wasn’t a long drive to Enzo’s apartment, but it felt endless. Cassiel’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that clawed at his insides.When he finally reached the apartment, he noted Enzo’s car parked out front. Cassiel killed the engine and strode up the stairs two at a time. He rang the doorbell, once, twice—no answer.“Damn it, Enzo!” he hissed, pounding on the door. Still nothing.Cassiel took a step back, assessing. The door was locked, but not for long. With one well-aimed kick, it flew open, slamming against the wall. Cassiel stormed inside, eyes darting around the disarray.“Enzo!” he called, but his voice faded when his gaze locked onto the motionless body sprawled on the living room floor. Time seemed to slow as he moved closer, his heart pounding in his ears.Cassiel knelt beside Enzo, flipping him over. Blood had soaked through his shirt, his face pale as death.

Third POVIn the dimly lit room, the tension was palpable. The table before them, covered in shiny stones, seemed to reflect the growing heat of the argument. The two men faced off, the silence growing heavier by the second."You think this is some kind of game, don't you?" The man with the furiously twitching jaw barked, his hand gripping the edge of the table. His voice was low but sharp, a barely-contained fury simmering just beneath the surface.The man with the pigeon-cloaked design didn’t flinch. His eyes, though focused, remained calm, almost calculating. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Do you?”“I’m not the one who attacked Enzo without warning!” The first man slammed his fist down on the table, his knuckles white. “You’ve thrown us all into the fire, and you’re acting like it’s nothing. Cassiel will tear us apart—”“Cassiel is distracted,” the pigeon-cloaked man cut in, his voice cold and controlled. He barely even raised his tone, but his words carried

Third POVCassiel’s phone buzzed, breaking the tense silence in his office. He picked it up without looking away from the city lights outside.“Cassiel,” Dr. Lee’s voice came through, steady but slightly urgent. “Enzo has been stabilized. Do you want me to transfer him to a private ward?”Cassiel took a slow breath. “No. I’ll come and see for myself.”He hung up, grabbed his coat, and left the office without another word. Within minutes, he was at the hospital, his presence commanding attention as he moved through the corridors. Nurses nodded in acknowledgment, but he didn’t pause. His steps were purposeful as he reached Enzo’s room and pushed the door open.Enzo was sitting up, fully dressed, despite the bruises still visible on his face. His gaze was sharp, the tension in his body evident.“You look like shit,” Cassiel muttered, though his tone was softer than usual.“Better than being dead,” Enzo shot back, his lips curling into a smirk. “Did you find

Third POVThree figures sat in a dimly lit room, their faces obscured by dark, heavy cloaks. The room was silent except for the faint hum of a machine in the corner, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.The figure in the center leaned forward, gloved hands folded together. “He should have known better,” the man murmured, his voice low and gruff.The one on the left shifted slightly, the sound of fabric rustling. “He underestimated Cassiel. That was his first mistake.”The third figure, seated to the right, scoffed. “His mistake was arrogance. He thought he was untouchable.”Before the center figure could respond, the thick wooden door creaked open. A guard entered, bowing his head, and carefully placed a sleek tablet on the table before stepping back into the shadows.With a tap on the screen, the tablet flickered to life, showing a gruesome image. Alexander’s lifeless body, sprawled on the hospital floor, blood pooling around his torso. His eyes we

Third POVAxel’s muscles flexed as he lifted the heavy dumbbells, his bare chest glistening with sweat under the soft lighting of the penthouse gym. The steady rhythm of his breaths matched the weight’s rise and fall, his focus unwavering.A few feet away, Bash—now going by Gavin—mirrored his movements, though with slightly less finesse. His hands gripped the weights firmly, his posture tense. Axel shot him a sidelong glance, smirking.“You’re holding back,” Axel grunted, raising his own weights effortlessly. “You keep hesitating like that, and you’ll never build strength.”Gavin exhaled sharply, setting the weights down with a thud. “Easy for you to say. You’re built like a damn tank.”Axel chuckled, switching to a heavier set. “Muscle’s just the byproduct. It’s discipline that counts. If you can’t focus, you’ll just end up hurting yourself.”Gavin wiped his hands on a towel, trying to mask his frustration. “It’s not about focus. It’s... I’m not used to this