Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil In A Suit: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Third POVA sudden bang echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable shrillness of Gavin’s voice."WAKE UP, YOU OLD LOVEBIRDS!" he screamed, swinging the door wide open and bursting into the room like a firework. "The sun is UP, breakfast is READY, and Miss Maria swore to throw the pancakes away if you don't come down in ten minutes!"Cassiel groaned, dragging a pillow over his head without lifting it. “Gavin,” he said in a gravelly tone that held both warning and weariness. “Get. Out.”“Oh no, scary Cassiel’s awake,” Gavin gasped, clasping his hands together dramatically. “What ever shall I do?”Cassiel didn’t lift his head, just slid one hand slowly out from under the blanket, raising it in Gavin’s general direction. “I will come over there,” he growled, “smash your skull with the nearest bedside lamp, and tell Miss Maria you tripped on your own nonsense.”"Yikes!" Gavin yelped, bolting toward the door. “I’m leaving, I’m leaving! But you better be

Third POVAxel was right behind him, balancing a tray of drinks. “Don’t mind him. He’s just mad because I told him not everything on Pinterest is edible.”“I thought the lavender candle was a cupcake!” Gavin protested.Lucian and Enzo joined last, carrying in the final dishes. Everyone took their seat around the candlelit table, laughter bubbling as the plates clinked and drinks were poured.“To peace,” Enzo toasted, raising his glass. “And surviving this much chaos with our sanity intact.”“To family,” Lucian added.“And to Julian’s appetite finally returning,” Miss Maria teased gently, passing him an extra helping.Julian blushed but smiled. “It’s your cooking. No one can resist.”Gavin leaned over, stage-whispering to Julian, “So… on a scale of one to ten, how many times have you two—”“GAVIN,” Axel warned.“What?! I’m just asking!”Julian rolled his eyes. “If you must know—we’re happy.”Cassiel smirked beside him. “Very.”“I sw

Third POVThe drive back to the villa was cloaked in a suffocating silence.No one spoke. Not even Gavin.The twins, sensing the gloom in the air, rested their heads against Gavin’s chest while he and Axel sat motionless at the back of the car. Cassiel was in the front seat beside Enzo, who drove with one hand gripping the wheel tight enough to whiten his knuckles. Julian’s absence hovered like a ghost between them all, unbearable and loud in its silence.They had only just said goodbye. Only just hugged him.And now…Now he was gone.The moment they arrived, Miss Maria rushed inside, breaking into sobs the instant she stepped foot in the living room.“This can’t be happening again,” she cried. “Not to Julian.”Cassiel stood unmoving in the center of the room, staring blankly at the spot where Julian had once sat with him to share breakfast. His mind played a cruel movie reel—Julian laughing at one of Gavin’s dramatic outbursts, Julian folding lau

Third POVMoreau’s laughter echoed like broken glass in the hollowed-out lab. His voice cracked and gritted with every manic chuckle, leaning forward in the creaking steel chair bolted to the floor of his private control chamber.“You made a terrible mistake, Cassiel,” he spat, his tone venomous and mocking. “Trying to blow me up like a goddamn science experiment gone wrong—” He slammed his fist on the desk and sneered. “I helped you! I saved Julian! I stabilized your damn empire!”Cassiel stood in the middle of the chamber, gun holstered, coat heavy on his shoulders. His jaw clenched tightly, body taut with suppressed rage. He didn’t flinch at the outburst.Moreau rose, pressing a red button beside his chair.“Let’s see how far you get now. What Emiliano failed to do, I will finish today. Here and now—”The hiss of hydraulics echoed behind Cassiel as hidden panels lifted in the walls—revealing four shooters positioned strategically around the room. Their gun

Third POVA year later.The city skyline glimmered like polished silver as the sun slowly dipped behind the horizon, bathing the Cassiel-J Enterprises tower in golden light.Inside the towering glass building, Cassiel leaned back in his office chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a half-button undone. The polished obsidian desk before him was littered with blueprints, data simulations, and virtual prototypes, all displaying various stages of software and biometric tech design.Enzo, in a slate-black suit, entered the room with a tablet in hand, slapping it lightly against his palm. “The security AI project passed beta testing. Your baby’s growing fangs.”Cassiel gave a soft grunt, eyes still glued to the holo-display of their next-gen encryption chip. “Good. Any update from Lucian?”“He called twenty minutes ago,” Enzo replied, setting the tablet down. “Paris office is set. They’re already talking to investors and demo clients. And yes, Lucian’s not complai