All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nyx's PovI went to my room not long after Gabe left.He had taken a few things and walked out with his men like nothing had happened. I felt a small wave of relief wash over me. Whatever dark plans he had cooked in his mind were cut short—but I still wondered what could have scared him enough to leave so suddenly.I brushed the thought away.My day was already heavy. Gabe didn’t deserve more space in my head. Whatever problem he had run into, he would deal with it himself. Men like him never knew peace anyway.I stepped into my room and decided I needed a hot bath. My body ached, my mind even worse.In the bathroom, I paused in front of the mirror. My eyes looked tired. Older. I glanced down at my belly—rounder now, unmistakable. My hand moved there on instinct.“Daddy’s gone,” I whispered softly. “And I miss him so much.”My chest tightened, but I forced a small smile for the baby.And the thought of my little girl?Leaving her again had torn something open inside me. Walking back i

The study was quiet and Elena stood before me. Too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed on the chest. I leaned back in my chair and watched her face. “How is she?” I asked. Elena hesitated. That alone told me everything. “She barely speaks,” she said softly. “She doesn’t eat unless I beg her. She just… sits there. Staring. Some days, I’m not even sure she hears me.” I nodded once, slow. “She’ll come around,” I said. “Grief needs time.” Elena’s eyes lifted to mine, full of doubt. “With respect, sir… I’ve been there. I lost a child too. Living like this—” she shook her head. “It kills you slowly.” Her words landed, but I didn’t let them show. “Try harder,” I said calmly. “Don’t give up on her. Everything will settle with time.” She didn’t look convinced. I studied her for a moment, then spoke again, quieter. “You know what Nyx means to me now, don’t you?” Elena said nothing. “I intend to make this work,” I continued. “For real this time. She will wake up from this nigh

The table was full.James. Leonard.Bianca. Rob.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.I sat at the head of the table, hands steady, spine straight, while every pair of eyes stayed on me like they were staring at a ghost that refused to disappear. No one spoke. Even Marco was quiet. The air felt heavy—thick with shock, doubt, relief, fear.I cleared my throat.“Thank you for coming,” I said calmly. “I know it wasn’t easy. And as you can see… I’m alive and whole.”No one smiled. No one relaxed. They were still trying to convince themselves this wasn’t a trick of the mind.Rob leaned back first, eyes narrowing.“Honestly, Renz,” he said slowly, “I always knew I’d die before you. So you surviving doesn’t shock me.” His gaze dragged over me. “But you look nothing like the man I remember.”Leonard dropped his eyes.“I only found out recently,” he said quietly. “James told me. I’m sorry, Renz. I failed you as a brother.”James nodded, guilt written all over his face.“I tried reaching Marc

Marco’s PovRenz’s study was quiet the next morning.Too quiet.Sunlight spilled through the wide glass windows, painting the room in gold, but Renz didn’t seem to notice. He stood there, hands behind his back, staring out like the city below owed him answers.“Lord Bronco and his men will arrive in two days,” I reported calmly. “The cargo lands the same day.”Renz said nothing.I watched him from where I stood, wondering what war he was already fighting in his head.“I was thinking,” I continued, testing the silence, “maybe the men and I should wait until everything arrives.”Still no reply.Then his voice came out low but firm.“I’ll handle things here.”He turned slightly, just enough for me to know he meant it.“There’s no need for you to delay your movement,” he added. “Get ready. You’re taking the next flight.”I clicked my tongue, forcing a grin. “You’re not even looking at me. Afraid you’ll miss me too much?”That finally earned me a reaction.Renz glanced over his shoulder, u

“But how?”The word slipped out of me before I could stop it. My chest felt tight. “How, Marco? Was Renz never killed… or did he crawl back from death?”Marco let out a low breath. A faint laugh followed, but there was no humor in it.“Both,” he said. “And it’s a long story.”I shook my head slowly. “Renz… that man Renz must be—”I stopped when Marco’s eyes cut into me.Sharp and warning. Jealousy flashed so clear it startled me.Seriously?I swallowed and cleared my throat.“So what now?” I asked instead. “What’s the plan?”“Nyx,” he said. “We get to Nyx. And we take her back to Renz.”I nodded slowly. “She hasn’t really lived without him,” I admitted. “She barely functions.”“Neither does Renz,” Marco said quietly.I leaned back. “The house is heavily guarded now. Gabe’s unstable. He’s fighting battles everywhere—his own mess, and the one he stole from Renz.”Marco’s jaw tightened.“To reach her,” I continued, “you have to get past his men. And Mason her guard. Nyx chose isolation.