All Chapters of The Devil's Handmaiden : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 112Shattered ChainsAurora’s POVI didn’t think there was anything left inside me that Tiffany could break. I thought I had braced myself, hardened my heart, and drowned every weakness, killed my every emotion. But watching her and Alex… no, my Alex, the boy who once shielded me from bullies, the boy who once promised me that no matter what, he would never turn on me, the boy who was my ride or die, watching him give himself over to her right in front of me shattered something deep inside, something I had thought I had killed a long while ago. My chest felt like it was splitting open with every sound, every glance, every deliberate cruelty. Tiffany wasn’t even trying to hide the satisfaction she took from my suffering. She kissed him as if to claim victory, and Alex kissed her back with a hunger that made bile rise in my throat. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was something worse, though. I knew they didn't want to have sex, but they knew if they did In front of me

Chapter 114The Devil’s GambleDamian’s POVThe night felt heavier than usual, thick with smoke, blood, and betrayal. Every second ticked like a countdown to war, to destruction, to something I wasn’t sure any of us would walk away from alive.Peter stood across from me in the dimly lit corridor, his shoulders rigid, his eyes sharper than glass. He looked at me like a man already carrying the weight of ten lifetimes, but beneath that steel, I saw hesitation. Doubt. The kind that could collapse everything we were about to risk.“You know this won’t work if you falter, if you show any sign of weakness,” I said quietly, my voice even, but firm. “One hesitation, one mistake, and she dies for real.”Peter’s jaw ticked. His hand flexed against his thigh. “I know. Don’t think I don’t know what’s at stake here, Damian. I’ve watched Tiffany destroy lives for years. I’ve played my role, kept my head low, but tonight… Tonight I’m cutting my strings.”His voice trembled for a moment, but he stead

Chapter 116Blood OathsTiffany’s POVThe night air cut at my lungs as Alex and I ran, our footsteps pounding against the pavement, echoing like the fading gunshots we had left behind. The adrenaline in my veins wasn’t the satisfying kind, the thrill of victory, it was sharp, bitter, clawing at the back of my throat like poison.When we finally reached the car, Alex shoved me inside, his chest heaving, his face set in hard lines of frustration. He slammed the door and rounded the hood, sliding into the driver’s seat. For a moment, the car was filled with nothing but the ragged sound of our breathing.Then his voice came, low, furious, his knuckles whitening as they gripped the steering wheel.“What the hell was that, Tiffany? What have you done?”I didn’t look at him. My hands trembled as I tried to steady them in my lap. “I didn’t expect her father to jump in. I didn't expect her father to give himself up. The bullet was meant for Aurora.”Alex slammed his fist against the wheel, ma

Chapter 118 Ashes and Oaths(Aurora’s POV)My colourful world blurred into black and white the day they buried my father.I don’t remember walking into the cemetery, though I know my feet carried me there. I don’t remember the whispers, the cold wind curling around my skin, or the sympathetic hands that tried to touch me. All I remember is seeing the casket.Dark wood. Silver handles. Too small for a man who had been larger than life in his mistakes, his regrets, his love.My knees threatened to buckle as I stood before it, but I refused to fall. If I fell now, I’d never rise again, and this is not the time for me to fall, there is too much to be done. Dominique stood on one side of me, Damian on the other. Peter was there too, making his presence non existent. They were like Silent sentinels. Protectors. But their presence was only a faint hum compared to the emptiness roaring inside me.The priest’s words faded in and out, meaningless. Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes. Words couldn’t

Chapter 120 The Trap is Set (Aurora’s POV)The night was cold, but inside me burned a fire that refused to die. My father’s face, his last words, haunted me every time I closed my eyes. The sound of the gunshot, the way his body crumpled, the blood staining my hands,I carried it all like a curse carved into my bones.For days, grief had swallowed me whole. Silence had been my cage. But silence was not enough anymore. Silence didn’t bring justice. Silence didn’t make Tiffany bleed.Now I was done grieving.Now I was sharpening myself into something else.Something she would dread and never forget the aftermaths of. I sat at the long table in the study, maps and documents sprawled out before me like the threads of fate. Alex’s face stared up from one of the photographs, his eyes burning with that obsession he could never hide. Tiffany thought she was clever, thought she had chained me in fear. But she didn’t understand one thing, obsession was a weakness, and I knew how to exploit