Semua Bab A year to love the devil: Bab 11 - Bab 20

AZRAEL'S POVI got back home with Yasmine, and as much as I hated to admit it, I'd never seen anyone so pretty in an angry state."If you go in, with that face dearest wife, the maids are going to think I'll kill them for not being able to soothe you," I said, as the car pulled to a stop and I grabbed the wedding certificates and the divorce papers that bastard signed."Really?" She asked, trying to force a smile."No, it's okay to be mad, it's okay to be angry, and you don't have to smile when you don't want to because I said so," I said, running my hands down her hair, pulling her to a stop before me."C-can I hug you?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears"Thought you wouldn't ask," I said and pulled her into my arms, and the moment she sank into me, it felt like the tension in her spine cracked and gave way. Yasmine trembled lightly, not from fear, not from weakness—just the kind of release that comes after holding it together for far too long.Her fingers curled into my shirt,

Azrael’s POV“You’re not here to cook, Yasmine,” I snapped, the words coming out harsher than I intended. “That’s why I have maids in the house.”She stiffened, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the plate. “I am your wife. I was a wife before, and if you’re going to get mad over the fact that I just wanted to make pancakes for you, then get mad at me. Not them.” Her voice cracked at the edges, but her chin didn’t drop.I stepped closer, my patience fraying with each beat of my pulse. “You’re not here for anything—not to clean, not to cook. You’re not a maid. Your only fucking purpose is to love me. I don’t care if you were a wife or a whore before—love me. That’s all I’m asking for.”The moment the words left my mouth, regret ripped through me. I saw it—saw how they hit her like a physical blow. Her eyes glistened, a thin sheen of tears trembling, just one blink away from falling.Her lips parted, but no words came at first. Then, barely above a whisper, “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’

AZREAL'S POV I shoved open the glass doors, the sunlight hitting me harder than I expected. My pulse was still sharp from what I’d done inside, but the weight in my chest wasn’t victory—it was something colder. Daniel’s words echoed in my skull. Other crimes tied to him. Yasmine didn’t know. That bastard wasn’t just a liar and a cheater—he was filth through and through. And instead of letting her discover it herself, instead of bringing it to her gently, I went in guns blazing with divorce papers and shadows ready to choke the life out of him. I had taken her chance at closure. I had taken her chance at power. I dragged a hand over my face, swearing under my breath. I had to fix this. I had to apologize. Not just with words—words wouldn’t cut through the fire I’d left behind me this morning. No, I needed something that spoke louder than pride, louder than my temper, louder than the demon whispering in my ear to just keep walking and never look back. My car beeped as I unlock

YASMINE'S POV He sat across from me, silent, watching. I hated how conscious I was of his gaze, how it lingered not in judgment but in some quiet… hunger. Not for the food—for something else entirely. I grabbed the glass closest to me and drank it down. Wine. Strong, rich, the kind that burned at first but left warmth in its wake. I poured myself another without asking. Then another. Az didn’t stop me. He didn’t even move, just sat there like stone, except his eyes—the only thing about him that was alive in that moment, following my every movement like I was some mystery he was trying to solve. By the time I leaned back in the chair, I was full to the point of aching. My stomach felt stretched, my head pleasantly hazy from the wine. I let out a small groan, dropping a hand over my middle. Az leaned forward slightly. “Too much?” I smirked at him, though it came out lopsided. “What gave it away? The fact that I look like I swallowed an entire feast?” Something about saying it out

Her fingers lingered on the jewel, and she smiled at me in a way that made the whole damn fortress feel different. Lighter. Like it wasn’t just stone and shadow anymore.I forced myself to pull back before I betrayed too much, before I let the words in my throat spill out—because if I told her how it was chosen, how it wasn’t just some jewel but something I thought of with her in mind, I wouldn’t be able to stop.“Come,” I said instead, forcing steadiness into my voice. “We’ll be late.”“Late to what? Demon’s Day Out?” she teased, adjusting the necklace so it sat properly against her throat.I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Shopping.”Her lips curved. “Shopping. With you. Somehow that’s even funnier.”I ignored the sting of amusement in her voice, though the way her eyes danced when she said it tugged at me harder than I liked....By the time we left the fortress, the outside world was bursting with the kind of noise and life my walls had been built to shut out. Vendors called f