Semua Bab Owned By The Devil: Bab 31 - Bab 40

AzaleaThe signature was unmistakably mine—every loop and curve exactly as I’d written it a thousand times before. But I had never seen these documents in my life.“This isn’t possible,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared at the papers. The room felt like it was spinning around me. “NO. I didn’t sign any of this.”Mr. Lucky, the hospital director, barely looked up from his desk. “Miss De Luca, you signed everything we required. As you can see, your signature is clearly written on every page.”“Shut up!” I screamed at him. “I wasn’t the one.”Mia, the nurse, stepped closer. Her face was cold and mean. “We don’t allow this kind of behavior here. You took your sister out of the hospital yourself. Unless you have a twin sister we don’t know about?”I whirled around to face her, fury burning through my chest like fire. “Your job—your ONE job—is to take care of my sister! I pay for everything! Every treatment, every meal, every bandage!” My voice cracked as tears started flowing. “Y

AzaleaI looked up into the darkest eyes I had ever seen.The man was tall and seemed to tower over me like a shadow. He wore an expensive black suit that looked like it cost more than I made in a year. His hair was perfectly neat, not a single strand out of place.His face was handsome, but cold. When he looked at me, I felt scared. Like he could see all my secrets.“Are you hurt?” he asked. His deep voice sounded like a melody in my ears.“No, I’m okay.” I tried to move away, but his hands were still holding my arms. They felt warm. “Thank you for catching me.”He stared at my face for a long time, his dark eyes searching. Like he was trying to remember something important. Then suddenly, he let go of me. His face became cold and unfriendly again.“Be more careful next time,” he muttered. “The floors are slippery when they’re wet.”“Yes, sir.” I rubbed my arms where he had been holding me.He started to walk away, then stopped and looked back.“You’re new.”“Yes, sir. I started work

Azalea“What about me, doctor?” I asked, moving closer to him. My voice was shaking with fear and desperation. “Can I sign the papers?”The doctor looked at me carefully before speaking. His eyes were tired, like he had been working all day. “If I may ask, who are you to the patient?”I went silent for a moment, thinking of how to answer him. My answer could mean the difference between life and death for Cassian. If I wasn’t family, they might not let me make decisions about his care.“I am his girlfriend,” I responded, clenching my cloth tight in my fists.“His girlfriend,” he replied slowly, like he was thinking about it. “But you’re not his family.”My heart was pounding. I had to convince him. I had to save Cassian’s life.“Actually, I am his fiancée,” I announced. “We will soon become family. We were planning to get married next month.”The doctor studied my face for a long moment. I tried to look calm and confident, even though my hands were shaking.“Okay,” he finally replied.

AzaleaIt finally dawned on me. The car accident wasn’t a coincidence. It was planned.Someone had tried to kill me with that car, and when Cassian saved me, they came to the hospital to finish the job.Someone wanted me dead. Someone had been watching me, following me, and planning my death. And they wouldn’t stop until they succeeded.But who? And why? I was just a hotel cleaner. I had no money, no power, no enemies. What could anyone possibly want from me?I looked at Cassian, lying unconscious in the hospital bed. Now he was in danger too, just because he had tried to protect me. I had brought this trouble into his life.“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, taking his hand. “I’m so sorry I got you involved in this.”But even as I apologized, I knew I couldn’t leave him alone. If that man came back, if he tried to hurt Cassian again, I had to be here to protect him.Just like he had protected me.I spent the rest of the day thinking about everything that had happened. The mysterious man in

AzaleaCassian pulled me back before kissing me. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. Push him away. This is too dangerous. He doesn’t know who you really are.But instead of listening to the voice of reason, I found myself melting into his kiss.“Mmm,” I moaned into the kiss as he deepened it. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his body against mine.The world around us faded, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his lips on mine, igniting a fire that consumed every thought. It was everything.When he finally pulled away, his breathing was as ragged as mine. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I didn’t mean to—I should have asked first.”“Are you regretting it?” I asked. “That you kissed me?”“Never.” The word came out fierce, almost desperate. “God, never. I just—I should have asked for your permission first. That’s why I’m apologizing.”I looked at him. This man made me feel saf