All Chapters of HIS DARK DEVOTION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Iris POVThe feeling you get when you know death is inches away, that same terrifying sensation crawls through me now. Tears spill down my cheeks relentlessly. My heart hammers against my ribs, and my hands turn ice-cold.Why… I had to do that. Why did I hit him?My vision gets blurred as my eyes get moisturized more and my hands are wet with sweat. I try to grip the fabric of my dress to steady my trembling body from collapsing on the floor.I know this is going to be my last moment at any time. I am praying for the man to get saved, for that exact man I wished to die a hundred times in my life.I am worried if he is going to live or not because with him my life has become connected, as I stand in this big hall, frozen, as nurses run the doctor too, everyone trying to save him.And through all of it… Declan Stone’s burning stare is slicing through me. The father of the monster. If the monster is this bad, how much worse is the man who raised him? The way he looks at me, it feels like

Author's POV The servant’s voice rang out, “Master Xavier has woken up” The thick silence was followed by the announcement spread through the hall. Hands froze in their places, leaving a single thread of clothing barely holding onto her body.It didn’t take them long to move, their legs turning toward Xavier’s room not before Declan gave the order to put Iris into the cage.Iris was sitting on the floor, numbness spreading through her body. As one of the bodyguards moved forward, gripping her arms in an iron-tight hold, he yanked her from the floor with a harsh pull.He dragged her body through the hall. Iris wanted to resist and refuse, but she couldn't because her body didn’t support her. Her bare feet scraped and scratched against the stone-carved stairs as he dragged her like an object, pulling her downstairs into the basement.It hurt her beyond words, like hell in the worst way. He pulled her as if he wanted to break her into inWith a harsh push, he threw her into the dark b

Iris’s POVHis steps carried us out to the left, welcoming a luxurious hall. The marble flooring stretched endlessly, and the crystal chandelier reflected the light falling on it.I wasn’t accepting this luxury. I couldn’t.Make any sense of it. His legs changed direction, leading a different way.Heavy velvet curtains framed the high windows, and antique furniture sat perfectly arranged. How many innocent human lives had they taken for this? If I didn’t know about them, I could have adored this. But now, looking at all this, I was only feeling more and more disgusted, knowing it was built on innocent cries.I felt my throat tightening with emotions, I felt warm drops rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t know when my eyes had gotten wet. Coming out of my thoughts, I noticed that we were now in a large dining room.I could feel the monster’s hard muscles against me. There was so much I was feeling right now, but I tried to ignore it.Walking toward the dining table, he pulled the chair and