All Chapters of The Devil In A Suit: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Third POVJulian returned home with a forced calm stitched into his every movement. His week-long vacation had been anything but restful. Behind the luxury hotel walls and scheduled solo explorations was a man spiraling through discovery, betrayal, and the kind of anguish that curled like smoke beneath the surface.Cassiel had been waiting for him at the entrance of the mansion, arms folded, wearing the softest smile. A smile Julian used to fall for, once. A smile that now felt like a blade hidden in velvet."Did you enjoy yourself?" Cassiel asked, stepping forward to press a kiss on Julian's forehead.Julian nodded. "It was what I needed. Time to think."He didn’t lie. He did think — relentlessly. About Bash. About the strange silences in Cassiel’s stories. About the hushed conversation he overheard weeks ago from the hallway. His brother had vanished in a whirlwind, and Cassiel's concern was too polished, too convenient. He knew something. Maybe everything.Inside the walls of their

Third POVThe late morning sun cast a warm glow across the bedroom, soft and deceptive in its peace. Cassiel stood near the wardrobe, buttoning up the cuffs of his deep navy dress shirt, the color sharpening the angles of his powerful frame. Julian watched from the bed, still draped in casual loungewear, a quiet observer to a world he had learned to navigate with caution.Cassiel’s voice broke the silence first, calm and low.“I’ll be heading out later today,” he said, glancing at Julian with a small smile. “Some unfinished business to deal with. Enzo will be coming with me.”Julian smiled back — sweet, easy, as if his heart wasn’t already coiling with suspicion inside his chest. He stood from the bed, padding over to where Cassiel stood adjusting his cufflinks.“Stay safe,” Julian murmured, reaching up to fix a slightly askew button on Cassiel’s shirt.He leaned in, brushing a short, feather-light kiss against Cassiel’s lips. Me

Third POVCassiel stood up from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful, the golden rays of dawn filtering through the half-drawn curtains to cast streaks of light across his back. Julian’s eyes trailed him from where he lay on the bed, sheets barely covering his waist. The intimacy of the morning had not dulled the tension between them — it only amplified it. Silence stretched between them, long and thick, but neither of them spoke.Cassiel crossed the room, pulling on his shirt one sleeve at a time, eyes focused on the buttons as if they held answers to unspoken questions. Julian shifted on the bed, his body aching slightly from the roughness of the night before. The love they made — if it could be called that — had been more desperate than tender, more about claiming than connecting.Cassiel’s voice broke the silence. “I might not be back for two days. There’s some unfinished business I need to deal with.”Julian sat up slowly, wrapping the sheet around h

Third POVEven if it meant pretending to be in love with a monster for a little while longer. Even if it meant crawling into bed each night beside the man who wore a devil's smile.Later that morning, Julian put on a robe and walked downstairs. Miss Maria was already preparing breakfast, humming quietly."Morning, sir," she greeted, offering a soft smile."Morning," Julian returned with a small nod. "Has Enzo left already?""Yes, sir. He set off to meet Mr. Cassiel earlier this morning."Julian nodded again, hiding his relief behind a sip of coffee. So, the study would remain untouched for a while. He had time to think, to regroup.He'd come too close.Back upstairs, Julian took out a notepad and began listing everything he’d seen. He wrote carefully, coding each word. Cassiel might be watching. He always was.As the morning sun filtered through the blinds, Julian sat at the edge of the bed, plotting.No more mistakes. No more underestimating

Third POVJulian lay on his side, watching the shadows dance across the ceiling. Cassiel’s breathing beside him was slow, steady, the rise and fall of his chest almost hypnotic. He looked peaceful in sleep — something that seemed ironic considering the kind of man he truly was.Julian exhaled quietly and glanced at the clock.3:17 AM.He waited a few more minutes, letting time stretch as he lay perfectly still. Then, slowly, he turned to Cassiel. He reached a hand over his sleeping form and waved it softly in front of his face. No reaction. Cassiel’s breathing didn’t hitch. His eyes didn’t flutter.Julian allowed himself a tiny sigh of relief. Slipping the duvet aside, he planted one foot silently on the floor, then the other. His bare feet padded soundlessly on the cold hardwood. He tiptoed toward the door, his hand closing around the brass handle —"Going off to sniff through my computer again?" came the low, unmistakable voice