บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Devil's Heir : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 87

Damien's point of View The silence in the car felt heavier than any battlefield I had ever stood on.Emilia’s voice still rang in my head, sharp as broken glass, every word she spat dripping with venom.“You’ll lose her. Just like you’ve lost everything else. Because you’re nothing but a monster, Damien. A monster doesn’t deserve love.”Her laughter had echoed when the guards dragged her away, and even though I had stared at her with a mask of cold steel, inside, I felt the truth of it digging into me like claws.Serena sat beside me, her gaze fixed out the window. She hadn’t spoken since we left. And I couldn’t blame her. After everything after seeing my own sister betray me, after watching the games Matthias tried to play I couldn’t expect her to say anything.Hell, I didn’t even know why she was still sitting next to me.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather biting into my palms. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt too heavy. All my life, words had

Serena's point of View His mouth was still on mine when the world began to fall away. The war, the blood, the mansion, Matthias, even my old dreams of freedom it all dissolved under the weight of his hands on my skin.I had never felt Damien like this before. Not as a captor. Not as a monster. But as a man. A man trembling under my touch, a man who had built walls so high around himself he had forgotten how to climb down. And now, here he was, shattering them, brick by brick, under my lips.When he pulled back, his forehead still pressed to mine, his eyes searched mine as if for permission. He didn’t speak, but I felt the question in the tremor of his fingers at my waist.I answered by sliding my hands up his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and whispering, “Don’t stop.”A sound escaped him, low and rough, somewhere between a groan and a prayer. He bent his head and kissed me again, slower this time, deeper. His hands moved up my back, then down, tracing the

Four Months LaterSerena’s POVI never thought “home” could smell like fresh paint, vanilla candles, and Damien’s cologne all mixed together. But that’s exactly what this place was our place.Four months had passed since the world had turned itself inside out, since blood and betrayal had given way to something I still didn’t quite understand. In those months, the mansion that once felt like a fortress had become a memory, and Damien had done something I never expected from a man like him: he moved us.Not to another mansion heavy with shadows and old ghosts, but here to a house filled with windows and sunlight, a place where the curtains billowed when the breeze came through and where the floorboards creaked in ways that somehow felt alive.I padded barefoot down the wide hallway that morning, my hand instinctively resting on the slight curve of my belly. Four months. I could hardly believe it. Sometimes, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I still expected to see only the girl

Damien's point of View I’ve seen death in every form.Gunshot wounds that gushed like rivers.Men begging with their last breath.Bodies we buried at dawn because the night was too dangerous to dig graves.I’ve seen blood, betrayal, and the arrogance of men who thought they could outsmart me.But I’ve never seen anything like this.Never seen anything as disarming as terrifying as the tiny girl sleeping on Serena’s chest.My daughter.My blood.My heartbeat outside my body.Hours had passed since Serena finally drifted into exhausted sleep, but I couldn’t force my legs to move from the spot beside the bed. My daughter’s tiny breaths were the only sound in the dim room, soft and shaky, like she was still learning how to exist in this world.Serena’s hand rested protectively over her back, fingers curled lightly, her other hand still wrapped in mine even in sleep. She was exhausted, pale, but more beautiful than anything human beings had a right to be.She had given me everything I d