All Chapters of The Devil's Handmaiden : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81The Secrets We HideTwo days had passed since the party, yet the whirlwind of questions refused to leave my mind. Each one clawed at my sanity, refusing to be ignored.Why was Peter at the party? Why was Tiffany clinging to him? Were they back together?And why couldn’t I choose Damian? Why did Dominique still have this hold on me? Why did I love him when I knew he’d only hurt me?My thoughts spiraled into chaos, a storm with no end.“Arghhhhhh!” I screamed, clutching my head. The frustration was suffocating. Even with all the questions eating me alive, the answers remained elusive.I forced myself out of bed, whispering to my reflection, “You came here to work, Aurora. To survive. Get up.”But even as I threw myself into the day's chores, scrubbing floors and polishing silver, I couldn’t shake the weight pressing down on me. Work usually numbed my mind, but today, it failed.Just as I was finishing my last task, I saw Don Vito’s personal maid walking toward me. My chest ti

Chapter 83 Stranger in the CaféThe library air hung heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten stories. Shadows, long and distorted, danced across the walls, cast by the single, flickering bulb struggling to pierce the gloom.My father sat opposite me, his silhouette a study in weariness. His face, etched with the lines of time and regret, was a landscape of buried memories He held a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling within like trapped secrets.He took a deep breath, the sound rasping in the stillness. His fingers tightened around the glass, the knuckles white. His eyes, clouded with a pain I'd never seen before, finally met mine. For the first time, I saw not just my father, but a man haunted by his past."It all started twenty-five years ago," he began, his voice rough, as if the words themselves were difficult to dislodge. "A lifetime ago, it seems now."The present dissolved. The library, the dim light, even my own anxiety, faded into nothingness. I w

Chapter 85Fractured PiecesAurora’s POVPain.That was all I felt.It was not the kind of pain that came from a wound or a bruise, someone can haveNo,not this timeThis pain was very much different, it was very deeper, heavier, a weight that pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. It filled every inch of my being, seeping into my bones like poison.I had spent years avoiding this moment. Years trying to bury the memories, convincing myself that the past didn’t define me. But now, everything had resurfaced.My mother’s blood. The coldness of her body. The way Don Vito had looked at me, completely unfazed by the horror he had created.I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms.A part of me wanted to scream, to destroy everything in my path, to make Don Vito suffer the way he had made my family suffer. But another part of me, one I hated felt vulnerable, weak. Like the fourteen-year-old girl who had fallen to her knees, shaking her mother, pleading for her

Chapter 87: The Gathering StormAurora’s POVThe sky over San Andreas churned in muted shades of gray, as if it, too, sensed what was coming. A strange hush settled over the city, the kind that made your chest tighten, like the whole world was holding its breath.But my mind wasn’t on the weather.“It was Tiffany’s father.”Dominique’s words still rang in my head, echoing like a bell I couldn’t unring. I didn’t understand, what did Tiffany’s father have to do with this mess? Why hadn’t I heard his name before? Why was he surfacing now, when everything was already falling apart?I needed answers. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was only one person who might give them to me.My father.I stood by the window in my hotel suite, arms crossed tightly against my chest. The skyline outside was a jagged silhouette, softened only by a thin drizzle clinging to the glass. My heart pounded with a chaotic rhythm, one beat fear, the other stubborn resolve.I wasn’t running anymore. Not fr

Chapter 89Torn VeinsAurora’s POVThe kiss was raw.Fierce.Like years of silence had finally ruptured and spilled between our mouths. Dominique kissed like a man with nothing left to lose, his hands cradled my face, trembling slightly, like he feared I’d disappear if he let go.I didn’t want to disappear.Not right now.His mouth moved against mine with growing hunger, his fingers trailing down my arms, then slipping around my waist. I melted into him without thinking. My hands found his chest solid, warm, familiar. Our breaths came in gasps between kisses, ragged and desperate.He pressed me gently against the wall, his hand brushing the hem of my shirt. I felt my pulse thunder in my throat as his lips traced a line down my jaw to the sensitive skin beneath my ear.I arched.His hands traveled lower, exploring. My shirt lifted.His hands roamed my breast, igniting a fire as his hands trailed through my body. I wanted this.God, I wanted him.But then, like a wave of cold water cra