All Chapters of The Devil In A Suit: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third POVEnzo pulled off at Cassiel's garage, rushing to the other side to help open the door for Cassiel and also help Julian out of the car.“Come carry this in,” Enzo called two of the standby guards, throwing the bag and the basket of fruits to them.“I will wait for you in your study while you attend to Julian.” Enzo said the moment they stepped into the house.“I am sure he can handle himself right?” Cassiel asled, directing the question to Julian who didn't look fazed.“A quiet time without you in it would really help me recover.” Julian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he walked away from their presence, heading to the room.“Won't you go over and help him settled in?” Enzo asked as he made his way towards the study.“His grown enough to help himself out and look after himself too.” Cassiel responded, trailing behind Enzo who opened the door wide for Cassiel to come in.Enzo chuckled and shook his head, gesturing for Cassiel to take a seat. "I guess you're right," Enz

Third POVCassiel pulled off at the exquisite club, bobbing with different vibes and life in it. He got down from his vehicle, mingling with the crowd. No one seemed to recognize him as they were so caught up in their own business.The club was a melting pot of people from all walks of life, each one lost in their own world of music and revelry. Cassiel blended in seamlessly, his tailored suit and confident stride allowing him to move through the crowds with ease.He navigated through the throngs of people, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of the person he was looking for. The music was pulsating, the beat infectious, and Cassiel found himself moving to the rhythm as he walked.The club was a labyrinth of dark corners and dimly lit areas, with flashes of bright lights illuminating the dance floor. Cassiel's eyes adjusted quickly, and he spotted a figure standing at the bar, sipping on a drink.He made his way over, his movements fluid and purposeful. As he approached, the figur

Third POV“What the hell did you do to me?” Renata yelled as she struggled and made futile attempts to raise her right hand.“I only returned the favour you gave to Julian and consider yourself lucky that I’m not in the mood to spilling your blood yet.” Cassiel said smugly, opening a bottle of strong liquor placed on the table, drawing some of the content out with the needle and syringe in his hand.He moved closer to her struggling self to get back on her feet. Cassiel shook the content in the syringe together to blend properly before injecting the fluids into her system.She instantly became still, her heartbeat fell immediately. She was more like half dead.“If I were you, I'd consider this as a warning and tread carefully,” he said, dusting invisible dust off his pants before making his way out. He got to the door and opened it before looking back.“If you’re lucky enough to be taken to the hospital within three minutes, you will be rescued but if you aren't so lucky… well, your a

Third POVCassiel lifted Julian from the tub with ease, water streaming off both of them. He didn’t ask permission. He didn’t need to. The way Julian clung to him — legs wrapped around his waist, mouth pressed to his shoulder — was all the answer he needed.He laid Julian down gently on the bed, the towel long forgotten on the floor. For a moment, Cassiel simply looked at him—like he was memorizing him.“You still look at me like I’m something fragile,” Julian murmured, his voice hoarse.Cassiel leaned down, brushing their foreheads together. “Not fragile. Precious.”Julian’s heart skipped a beat. But before he could respond, Cassiel’s mouth was back on him — trailing down his jaw, then to his neck, marking him with every kiss. Each touch was like a slow burn. Worshipping. Possessive.Julian arched into him, gasping as Cassiel’s hands explored lower, his movements slow but deliberate. There was no rush. Just the rhythm of intimacy, of rediscovery.“Cassiel…” Julian breathed, gripping

Third POVA part of him wanted to storm in there, demand answers, scream until the lies peeled off Cassiel’s skin.But the other part — the part that still felt the ghost of Cassiel’s arm wrapped around him an hour ago — just… broke.Tears gathered in his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall.Not yet.He turned and slipped away from the hallway as quietly as he came, feet barely touching the ground. Each step toward the bedroom felt like walking deeper into someone else’s story — one he no longer understood.When he reached the room, he crawled under the sheets, curling in on himself like a child.He didn’t cry.He stared at the wall instead, as if it might whisper some truth to make it all make sense.But the silence offered no comfort this time.Only emptiness.—-----------------------Julian awoke to the weight of an arm draped lazily over his waist, the heat of Cassiel’s body pressing softly against his back. It should have been comforting — it once was — but now, every inch of close