Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil In A Suit: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Third POV“You two are impossible.”“You love it,” Gavin said with a wink.“Debatable,” Axel muttered, but his smirk gave him away.Julian leaned back, breathing in the smell of spices and sizzling garlic. “This is nice,” he said softly. “Feels… normal.”The kitchen fell quiet for a moment, just long enough for that statement to linger in the air. Julian looked at Gavin and Axel, the flour on the counter, the mess of ingredients, the playful chaos of it all. He didn’t have this often. A home. Laughter. The lack of fear.Gavin broke the silence with a mock sniffle. “Are you getting emotional? Are you gonna cry? Do I need to get the tissues?”“Ruin the moment, why don’t you,” Julian rolled his eyes.“That’s my job,” Gavin grinned, tossing a peeled potato into the air and missing the bowl by a mile.“Okay, okay,” Axel groaned. “You’re officially banned. Go sit down.”“Nooo!”“Yes. Go be useless somewhere else.”Julian laughed again, and a

Third POVThick smoke curled into the dimly lit room, dancing lazily toward the ceiling before disappearing into the shadows. The scent of sandalwood and tobacco settled deep into the old leather of the chairs, into the cracks of the mahogany desk, and into the silence itself.A massive man sat still as stone behind the desk, one hand gripping the stem of a long, polished pipe that glowed faintly at its bowl. His face was hidden behind a veil of shadow, only the sharp gleam of his eyes cutting through the dark like embers waiting to ignite.The door creaked open, and a younger man stepped in. He moved with caution, like one who had seen too many punished for stepping too fast or breathing too loud in this room.“My lord,” the younger man said, bowing low, head never rising.“Speak,” came the gravel-thick voice from behind the smoke. Calm. Cold. Ancient.“It’s done,” the man reported. “Marco, Renata, Elder Samuel... even Valerian. All gone.”A moment of si

Third POVMiss Maria tiptoed through the front gate like a teenager sneaking out past curfew. Her scarf fluttered around her shoulders in the early morning breeze as she waved down a cab waiting two blocks away. She didn’t want any of the guards reporting her “escape” to Cassiel. After all, if he found out what she was planning, it would ruin everything.The cabbie raised a brow when she climbed in with a leather handbag packed full of documents, a small suitcase, and an unusually excited glint in her eye.“Airport,” she said with a warm smile. “And step on it.”Her heart fluttered with nerves and excitement. This wasn’t just any trip. It was a mission. A mission for love. For peace. For Cassiel and Julian.A few hours later, Miss Maria arrived at a small town near the coastline of Greece. The air was salty and rich with the scent of fresh olives and sun-warmed earth. Her heels clicked softly against the cobbled path as she walked down to the small, vine-draped c

Third POV“Do I need to pack?” Julian asked Lucian, gesturing with the envelope.Lucian nodded. “Just enough for the flight and a night. Everything else is already in Greece. Miss Maria coordinated with the villa owner. It’s all set.”“And Cassiel?”“He’ll come when he’s done settling a few final things with Enzo,” Lucian said. “He wanted you to have a moment of peace first.”Julian smiled to himself. “He really thought of everything.”Axel, still hovering near the doorway, nodded. “He’s changing. Bit by bit.”“Love does that,” Lucian murmured.Julian ran a hand through his hair, standing up. “Guess I better go check on the exiled prince before he floods the second floor.”“I’d give it five more minutes,” Axel advised. “He’s probably writing a letter to the UN about injustice.”“I’ll bring snacks,” Julian muttered.He climbed the stairs slowly, not surprised to find Gavin’s door slightly ajar. From within came muffled sniffles and what sou

Third POVJulian stepped off the private jet with wide eyes, stunned by the crisp coastal air and the golden shimmer of the Grecian sun. The breeze was softer here, the smell of the ocean stronger, and for the first time in what felt like months, his chest didn’t feel so heavy.Lucian was right behind him, sunglasses on, arms folded.“This place is… wow,” Julian murmured.Lucian gave a small nod. “Told you. It’s remote. Secure. And the view is elite.”Julian exhaled. “Still feels weird.”“What does?”“That Cassiel didn’t come.”Lucian’s jaw flexed. “It’s a surprise, remember?”Julian frowned. “But what kind of surprise is this? We’re married. This feels more like exile than honeymoon.”Lucian gave him a sideways look. “Do you trust him?”Julian didn’t answer immediately. “With everything.”“Then wait.”Julian sighed. “Right.”“Don’t call him,” Lucian added sharply. “Don’t ruin it.”Julian held his hands up. “Alright, alrigh