All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

121 Chapters

Club Basque

Nyx's pov.They say everyone wakes up excited on their birthday. But not me. I hated it. Every second. Every reminder that I was born a shadow to someone else's spotlight.In this house, birthdays weren’t for both of us. They were for her — Camila. The golden twin. Brilliant. Beautiful. She wore her excellence like a crown, effortlessly claiming what I had to bleed for. She glided, with grace carved by our parents' praise and worship. Every test score, every smile, every breath she took came with a standing ovation.And me? I was the forgotten daughter — the one no one remembered giving birth to. That morning, I heard them before I saw them. Laughter. Clinks of wrapping paper. My mother’s voice laced with delight. "You deserve this, sweetheart. Happy birthday, baby girl." I stayed curled under the blanket, still as stone. But I listened. I always listened.The gift — a delicate necklace from Paris. My father’s voice followed. “Wear it tonight. You'll look perfect with it at dinner.”

A reason to never forget

Renz’s POVThree bodies. Three bullets.One mistake.I wiped the sweat from my brow with a silk cloth. Death had never been an inconvenience - just business. A means to an end or a reminder.No one begged. They knew better. The basement stank of iron, sweat and regret, the kind that only fools left behind when they crossed me. I crouched beside the last body, watching the life fade the man's eyes. Blood pooled around their heads like halos painted in sin. "This is what you get for fucking with my money". I murmured, almost fondly, then tucked my pistol back inside my jacket and stepped away from the mess, left them behind without a second glance. My men would clean up. They knew the drill - bleach, fire and silence. I didn’t need witnesses. I needed loyalty. And fear was the currency I paid in. Basque welcomed me like always — roaring, sweating, seducing. Every soul in here came to forget. To feel something. Pain, pleasure, power. I sold all three in bottles and beats. I lit a ci

Crack night

Nyx's povI stared into the mirror, hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the strap on my dress. My lipstick was fading. My eyes looked hollow. What the hell was I doing here? This place wasn’t just loud. It was alive — but not in a good way. It pulsed with sin. Like every corner of it had witnessed something wicked and clapped for it.I splashed water on my face, took a breath, and walked out.That’s when I saw them. Two men. Ripped. Cold. Standing like statues outside the ladies’ room door. One stepped forward. “The Boss wants you.”Excuse you!...Just that!. No name, No smile. Just a sentence that twisted my stomach into a knot. I should’ve run.But I didn’t. Maybe because deep down… I knew this place was cursed from the moment I stepped in. I just didn’t know it was possessive. I followed them. Quietly. My heels echoing against the floor like countdowns. The hallway was long. Too quiet.When they opened the door to the private room, I walked in—and he was there. He didn’t speak muc

Then came the job

The ward was quiet, everything seemed still as I watched my baby. I named her Rynna because even in my ruins, she felt like a blooming flower. I was alone. No congratulatory flowers. No family members pacing in the hallway. Just me… and her. Until I heard the creak of the door. I turned, expecting a nurse— But it was Camila. My breath caught instantly. For a second, I didn’t move. Couldn’t move. She stood there in a simple hoodie and jeans, Her face hadn’t changed, still the same as mine-but older somehow. More tired. "I didn’t know I’d be late,” she whispered, stepping forward. “I thought the delivery would be in a few days... but look here—” her voice broke into a soft laugh as she leaned toward Rynna. “What a cute little thing you are.” She looked up at me then. No judgment. Just… sorrow. And love. And wrapped her arms around me so tightly I finally let go of everything I’d been holding in. “No one to make my life glorious,” she teased through her tears, echoing our old insid

The cruel request

I didn’t sleep that night.I tossed. Turned. Stared at the cracked ceiling until the plaster patterns began to look like scars. In my chest, a weight pressed harder than anything I’d ever carried. Not the hunger. Not the shame. Not even the labor pains that brought my daughter into this world.Why now?Why did he show up, only to disappear again?Was he cruel or kind? A curse or a delayed punishment?I hated how his presence had cracked something open inside me again—something I’d long buried in the rubble of survival.Days passed and I didn’t call. I forced myself to function. For my baby and For what little I still had left of my sanity. As I walked home one night. I got a phone call.The words came fast. The world spun even faster. Hit and run. Convenience store. Emergency room.My daughter.I dashed to the hospital, there, the stench of antiseptic nearly brought me to my knees. But it was the image of her—bandaged, pale, unmoving-that gutted me.The doctor didn’t sugarcoat it. “S

Ashes for a rival

Renz's Pov Nyx’s answer came in a whisper, almost lost in the hum of my penthouse air system. “Yes… I’ll be your mistress.” It wasn’t the kind of yes you say when your heart wants something. It was the kind you give when your back’s against the wall and your pride is bleeding. I saw it in her eyes — that flash of hesitation before her lips moved. Nyx didn’t belong in my world, but she keeps stepped right into it.I told her to finish what the other women had started earlier.They’d been kneeling before me when she walked in — and unlike them, she didn’t hide her disgust. Still, she came closer. I could almost taste her defiance in the air. I almost smirked—pride or fear, I couldn’t tell which stopped her.Instead I stepped in closer, letting the tension strangle the room But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. I knew she wouldn’t. That wasn’t disappointment I felt — it was intrigue. She needed money. Desperately. I could see it in the way her hands trembled but her chin st

Blood for Blood

Ricardo’s POVThe bass in oscuro throbbed wildly through the VIP court, rattling the ice in my glass. The air was a heady mix of expensive perfume, spilled champagne, and the low moans of two women tangled against me. One straddled my lap, her nails grazing my jawline, while the other knelt between us, lips tracing the inside of my thigh. I liked them like this—hungry, eager to please, ready to forget their names in exchange for the glint of my money.A fresh stack of chips sat untouched on the glass table, my winnings from the night. My luck had been relentless lately—proof, I told myself, that the universe was finally returning what Luis Renz had stolen from me.My cut.My shares.That bastard had been skimming me for years, hiding it under clever accounting, smooth smiles, and “business strategy.” Always the respectable kingpin, the gentleman criminal. Meanwhile, I was left to scrape from the scraps he decided to toss my way. I had waited, bided my time, taken what I could in the s

A gentleman's trap

Renz's Pov Dawn broke over Miami like a warning flare. The city didn’t know it yet, but I’d already set chaos in motion before my plane touched the tarmac. The streets might have been quiet, but my enemies were bleeding somewhere, counting losses they couldn’t recover from. I stepped out of the black SUV and into Basque garage. My men were already waiting. “Stay sharp,” I told them, my voice low but edged with steel. “No slip-ups. Not now. Not ever. I’ve stirred the waters — eyes open, hands ready.” They nodded. They knew what I meant. The fire I’d started was only going to spread. The club was still closed from the night before, the neon strips along the ceiling dim, the scent of expensive liquor lingering in the air. A place that breathed power even in silence. I’d crashed into bed at dawn, letting the weight of last night’s chaos fade into the dark. When I woke, the sun was already leaning toward noon. A cold shower, a quick change , then I went down to the club. my k

The devil's playground

Nyx’s POV I barely remembered how I made it out of Basque that night. The music, the smoke, the weight of his stare still clung to me as I slipped into the dark. My heart wasn’t steady until I reached the hospital. Rynna. I arrived just in time—the surgeons had been waiting for payment, and without it, my daughter would have been another name lost in the cold halls of despair. My hands trembled as I signed the papers, the bills heavier than gold, but I didn’t care. When the doors finally opened hours later, and I was told the surgery had been a success, my knees gave way. I rushed to her side, weeping quietly as I pressed her small hand against my lips. My little girl would live. She’d heal. And even if it meant walking willingly into the trap Renz had set,whatever shame, whatever cost—it was worth it for this moment. Camila slipped in just before dawn. The sight of her was both comfort and reminder of the life we once shared, free of all this madness. She asked me how I managed

The first fracture

Renz’s POV Back at my lounge, silence carried more weight than the music downstairs. Nyx sat across from me, the low light tracing the sharp lines of her face. She didn’t fidget. She didn’t play coy. She just sat there, spine straight, eyes steady—like a woman waiting for her sentence. I poured myself a drink, the sound of ice cracking through the glass filling the room. Then, without preamble, I laid down the rules. “You know what being my mistress means, don’t you?” My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start wi

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