Lahat ng Kabanata ng A year to love the devil: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

YASMINE'S POV "P—please…" "Please save my husband! Someone! Anyone! Please!" I screamed into the downpour, my voice barely rising over the storm's roar. I stumbled on the slick pavement, falling to my knees as I crawled toward a lone figure standing under the streetlight. Tall. Still. Unnaturally calm. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch—just watched me approach like I was something unfortunate lying in the road. "S—sir, please," I cried, grabbing onto the hem of his pants with shaking hands. "Please, he’s dying. We had an accident—please, just help us!" He looked down at me slowly. His eyes were the color of old smoke, dark and hollow like everything had died behind them. My heart lurched when I saw his face—handsome in a way that felt dangerous, unnatural. His features were perfect, too perfect, carved like a statue of a forgotten god. Beautiful and terrifying. "Get your hands off me, young lady," he said, his voice low, smooth… but utterly devoid of sympathy. "It’s alread

Yasmine's POV I woke up feeling oddly refreshed like eight hours of sleep had rinsed away the traumatic events of yesterday. The doubts that had curled tight in my chest last night had loosened. Maybe it really was just the exhaustion wearing off, or maybe I was just tired of overthinking everything, especially the fact that I made a blank deal with a demon whose condition might turn out to be my life. Either way, I decided to stop fighting the peace. I was grateful—grateful that Francis was alive, grateful that we were safe, and that my family had shown up when I needed them most, and that was more than enough. "Hey, sis. Good morning," Aileen said as she stepped out of her room, smiling softly. "Morning," I replied. "You going to the office today?" I nodded, fastening the last button of my shirt. "Yeah. It’s already Friday, things are calmer now and I trust you to help take care of Francis," I said, a small smile forming on my lips. "I’m glad you’re eas

Yasmine's POV Safe delivery, Yasmine... in hell," he said and shoved. The world spun around me, and the railing disappeared beneath me. The air tore past my ears; my screams were ripped away by the wind as I fell. Time fractured—shattered like the glass of our living room table, I saw everything in pieces. The ceiling, the stars, Francis' twisted face above, Aileen, watching with a cruel, satisfied smirk. And then—Darkness. But not death. Pain. White-hot and agonizing. My body hit something hard—then another—bones splintered, the sound muffled in my ears. The world swam red. Breath escaped me. I couldn’t scream anymore. I lay there. Crumpled. Cold. Blood pooled beneath me, warm and sticky. My fingers twitched. My vision blurred as my eyes were wide open, staring at them watching me die satisfactorily. Someone… anyone… please help me," I muttered, the voice in my head muffled. Tears trickled from my eyes, mixing with the blood oozing from every end of m