THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Nyx's PovBreathe. One step at a time.I whispered it to myself as I walked slowly through the house, fingers brushing the cold walls. Fear had lived here longer than I had, but tonight my heart was beating again—not from terror, but from resolve. I had survived this place. I had survived him. And soon, everything would end. Timing mattered. And for the first time, timing was finally on my side.Luis Renz.The name tasted unreal on my tongue—sweet and sharp, like a blade pressed to the lips. He came back. After all this time. After death was written in ink, not pencil.When Mason passed Marco’s message to me, I broke in silence. I sobbed until my chest hurt, mourning everything I lost—love, blood, a future that never got to breathe. But I wiped my face clean. No tears anymore. Tears were dangerous. Elena’s eyes missed nothing.She had tried to comfort me these past days, hovering softly like a shadow that cared too much. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was.I steadied my face and walked int

We arrived with the sound of engines fading into silence.Marco. Me. And a dozen men who moved like shadows, alert, quiet, and ready.Italy.I had never been to this part of the world. The land stretched wide and proud, hills rolling into distance, history breathing through stone and iron. It was beautiful—almost painfully so.But beauty wasn’t what caught my attention.The house did.It wasn’t just a house. It looked like a dynasty carved into stone. Tall. Wide. Silent. Walls thick with secrets and bloodlines. Power lived here. The kind that didn’t need to announce itself.For a second, memory hit me. It reminded me of the past.Another house. Another arrival.Marco bringing me into a place that would change my life forever.Marco had always had a good heart.And that thought scared me even more now.Because if this was where Renz lived…What kind of man had he truly become?But as we drove farther into the house, my heart kept racing, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.

We walked in properly, Nyx stayed close to me as we moved into the hall side by side. I didn’t rush.I didn’t slow down either. I wanted them to see her clearly. I wanted them to understand.This wasn’t just a return.This was home finding its way back.We reached the head table and took our seats. Only then did everyone else sit.I rested my hands on the table and lifted my gaze, scanning every face. Familiar men. Old allies. Survivors of wars that were supposed to have buried me.“My world is here,” I said calmly.I glanced at Nyx, then back at them.“And because of that, we can finally move forward.”No noise. Just attention.“My message should have reached far by now,” I continued. “Gabriel will notice. Once he realizes Nyx is gone, curiosity will take over.”A few smiles appeared. Tight ones. And a few knowing looks were exchanged.“And Malachi?” I scoffed softly. “He got the message too. He knows who came back for him.”I let that sink in, straightening slightly.“So stay sharp

Ricardo's PovI was stretched back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, giving out lazy orders like a king bored of his own kingdom.“Check the east docks again,” I said lazily. “I want no surprises tonight.”“Yes, boss,” one of them replied.Another stood closer. “The shipment—”“Handled,” I cut in. “Get it done.”He nodded fast....already walking away.The room smelled of whiskey and smoke. Low lights. Heavy silence..And then—The air shifted.I felt it before I saw it.Not loud. Not sudden. Just… different.My men felt it too. Their shoulders stiffened. Their voices died mid-sentence. Every instinct in the room went alert.I lifted my gaze slowly toward the door.And there she was.Maria.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.It had been a while since I’d last seen her, but damn—time had been kind. She looked even better now. Dangerous. Confident. Like fire wrapped in silk. Her dress clung to her body like it knew it belonged there...just beautiful in a way that made men

Camila's PovThe living room felt heavier than usual.Not loud. Not exactly tense. Just… thick. Like the air itself was waiting for someone to say the wrong thing.I sat across my parents on the couch, hands clasped loosely in my lap, trying to look calmer than I actually felt. I wasn’t.“I’m taking Rynna to see Nyx,” I said.Simple words.But they carried heavy meaning.My mother’s brows pulled together immediately. “Now? Why would Nyx want her suddenly? School hasn’t even closed for the term.”I expected that.I gave her a small smile. “She knows that, Mom. But right now… sending Rynna over is the best thing.”I stretched the last part slightly, letting my eyes flick toward the hallway. A silent message.Don’t ask more.Not here.Not where little ears could be listening.Renz’s name was never really spoken around Rynna. And I wasn’t about to start now.Mom caught the hint. Her lips pressed into a thin line.“Where is she now?” she whispered.“In her room,” I replied quietly. “Prete