Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil In A Suit: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Third POVCassiel stepped out of his study, the hallway quiet except for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock near the wall. He made his way down the corridor, his steps purposeful but unhurried.He pushed open the door to Julian’s room, not expecting much—maybe Julian asleep, or resting in silence.Instead, he was met with laughter.Julian’s laughter.It was light, full, and alive. It caught Cassiel off guard for a moment, enough to stop him just past the doorway. Julian was on the bed, propped up on pillows, grinning ear to ear. Miss Maria was seated at his side, a small book in hand, laughing too, though she stopped the instant her eyes caught Cassiel.She sprang to her feet immediately, clutching the book to her chest, her eyes cast down.“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said in a soft, nervous voice. “I didn’t mean to be— I was just—”Cassiel held up a hand as he moved into the room.“You don’t have to be on eggshells around me, Miss Maria,” he

Third POVEddie stared at the message on his phone, frowning. It was a summon—again. The location wasn’t the usual council meeting hall but a private estate on the outskirts of the Eastern District. The sender? Elder Samuel Hart.He didn’t like it. Not one bit.Still, he went.The black car that picked him up was silent the entire way, windows tinted so dark the world outside disappeared. When it stopped at the gates of a sprawling estate surrounded by tall trees and iron fences, Eddie’s unease doubled.He stepped out and followed the personal guard inside. The man was broad-shouldered, dressed in all black, with eyes that gave nothing away. He didn’t speak a word as he led Eddie through a long corridor and into a modest but tastefully furnished office.Elder Samuel was already waiting, seated comfortably behind a desk, legs crossed, a drink in one hand and a strange smile playing on his lips."Eddie," Samuel greeted, voice smoother than usual. "Glad you

Third POVThe soft hiss of the steel sliding against the whetstone echoed faintly in the narrow underground chamber.Eddie’s hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but from fury. The blade in his grip wasn’t just a knife; it was a message. Not for Samuel. No—he had no intention of warning that bastard. Samuel didn’t deserve threats. He deserved ruin.Eddie adjusted the steel grip, testing the balance. A clean kill. That was the idea. But not yet.The door above creaked faintly as his assistant called down, “Mr. Eddie? You sure you don’t want me to bring your meds now?”“I said I’m fine,” Eddie called back, wrapping the knife in dark cloth and sliding it into a sealed case. “Leave it at the door. I’ll come up when I’m ready.”There was a pause, then a hesitant, “Okay, sir.”Eddie waited until he heard the door shut.He exhaled, wiped sweat from his brow, and moved to the corner of the chamber.A set of steel shelves lined the wall—each one now half

Third POVAxel didn’t move. His fingers twitched by his side.Gavin slowly looked up. “I don’t know how to wake up tomorrow and not drown in guilt. I should be happy I’m alive, but I feel like I’m just... carrying Julian’s coffin every second.”“You’re not,” Axel said, voice clipped.“I am,” Gavin whispered. “He gave up everything. For me. And I didn’t even know. I was angry at him. I was so angry, Axel.”“You think that’s something new?” Axel scoffed, turning around. “You think you’re the first brother who didn’t understand until it was too late? You think Julian was looking for your gratitude?”“I don’t know!” Gavin snapped. “I don’t know what he wanted! I don’t know why he would give his life for mine when all I did was disappear. He had his own problems. His own life. Why the hell would he tie himself to someone like Cassiel?”Axel walked back into the room, slowly.“Because you’re his brother.”Gavin blinked, confusion flickering through the

Third POVEnzo stood outside, fully dressed in black, jaw clenched.Cassiel stepped out, closing the door softly behind him.“What is it?” he asked in a low voice.Enzo didn’t waste time. “There’s a report from our northern watchpoint.”Cassiel’s eyes narrowed. “About?”Enzo’s mouth tightened. “The steel channel. The one you had shut down permanently two years ago.”Cassiel stiffened. “It’s closed. I sealed every route, burned the last ledger, and moved the last of the goods.”Enzo nodded. “Which is why this is bad. Because someone’s using the same corridor again. Not for trade this time. Mercenaries are moving through it.”Cassiel’s expression went flat. “Mercenaries?”Enzo handed him a small tablet. “Satellite picks them up crossing into state territory under fog cover. No flags. No ID marks. But they were armed. Covert style. Just like the ones you used to recruit from Belarus.”Cassiel stared at the image. Twelve men. Black gear. Forma