Semua Bab The Devil's Handmaiden : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 71A Clash of HeartsDominique paced his room, agitation seething beneath his calm exterior. It had been two days since Damian had taken Aurora to his quarters after finding her unconscious in the rain. Dominique tried to convince himself he didn't care, after all, she was just a maid, his maid. But as he prowled back and forth, he could feel an unfamiliar sensation twisting in his chest, a prickle of something he wasn't willing to name.Finally, he could take it no longer. With a resolute breath, Dominique strode out of his quarters, making his way up to Damian’s room. His footsteps echoed through the hall, each step reinforcing his resolve. He didn't bother knocking, he pushed the door open and stormed in.Inside, he found Damian sitting at Aurora's bedside. Damian’s gaze was soft, filled with a tenderness Dominique couldn’t recall seeing before. The sight drove a spear of something sharp and bitter into Dominique's heart, but he masked it quickly with a cold facade."I'm

Chapter 73Between BrothersThe mansion buzzed with activity as preparations for Don Vito’s grand celebration loomed closer. Days and nights blended in a whirlwind of chores and tense encounters. I tried to keep my head down, but every glance, every lingering stare seemed to pull me deeper into the tangled web of the Blackwood men.I was barely able to shake off memories of my last encounter with Dominique and Damian. The confrontation had been intense, testing every nerve within me. Even now, as I rested in the slaves’ quarters, the thought of being torn between these two powerful men haunted me. I groaned, burying my face in my hands.“Why me?” I whispered into the empty room, my heart heavy with the burden of their attention.A knock jolted me from my thoughts. Charlotte stood in the doorway, her gaze sharp and critical.“What do you want?” I asked, keeping my face emotionless. I hadn’t trusted Charlotte since the Alice incident; something about her set my instincts on edge.“You’

Chapter 75 Masked IntentionsTiffany stumbled into her apartment just as dawn began to light the horizon. Her heels clattered against the wooden floor as she tossed her purse onto the couch, muttering incoherently. Her head spun, her dress clung to her like a second skin, and her mascara had smudged, creating faint streaks under her eyes.“This…this is exactly what I wanted,” she slurred, collapsing onto her bed in a heap. The plush mattress embraced her, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep almost instantly, her intoxicated state rendering her oblivious to the chaos that awaited her.---Eight hours later, Tiffany awoke to a sharp, pounding headache that felt as though someone was using her skull as a drum. She groaned, clutching her head and squinting at the sliver of sunlight streaming through her curtains. Her body ached from her reckless escapades the previous night, and the sharp taste of regret lingered in her mouth.She reached for her phone on the bedside table, the

Chapter 77Maleficent GoddessA day before the party, Tiffany’s house was alive with tension as the group huddled together to finalize their plans. Peter, Alex, and Vanessa sat around a dimly lit table, their faces etched with a mix of determination and unease."So, how are we going to do this?" Vanessa asked, her voice betraying her doubts."Don’t worry, it’s going to work," Tiffany replied with a smug smile, her confidence cutting through the room like a blade. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with malice as she laid out the details of her carefully orchestrated plan.As she spoke, her words carried a venomous conviction. Each step was meticulously crafted, and it was clear that Tiffany’s thirst for revenge against Aurora burned brighter than ever.Peter remained silent, his jaw tight as he listened. Tiffany noticed his hesitation and fixed him with a piercing glare. "Peter, your suit is ready. Remember, no emotions. We stick to the plan. Nothing must go wrong.""I’ll try," Pet

Chapter 79Familiar FoeSay something. Say something. I screamed at myself internally, but the words wouldn’t come. My throat was dry, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears as I stared at the three men before me.Damian. Dominique. Peter.Each one was demanding something from me. Damian’s eyes pleaded, his expression almost fragile, a rare sight for someone as domineering as him. Peter looked confused, his gaze searching mine for answers he couldn’t yet find. Dominique, in stark contrast, stood calm and composed, though I knew better. Behind those stormy blue eyes was a tempest waiting to erupt if I didn’t choose him.I had thought this dress would give me power, control over the situation. Instead, it felt like I was losing my breath, piece by piece, under their scrutiny.The air in the ballroom had shifted. It was thick, charged with tension so palpable it made the guests murmur amongst themselves, though no one dared approach. Everyone was watching, waiting for my next move.I ope