Todos los capítulos de THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Marco’s PovI was smiling.I don’t usually smile before an operation. So that alone should have warned me something was wrong.I drove behind my men on purpose, watching their car ahead through the windshield. They thought I was just being careful.I wasn’t.I wanted to arrive differently. For once, I wasn’t thinking like a strategist. I was thinking like a man.Renz would finally stand in the same space as his daughter. Nyx would see her child again. A family would become whole...For the first time in a long while, something big was about to happen.And Camila…After all this time, I would see her again.Not on a screen.Not through updates.In front of me.The thought tightened something warm in my chest.My men sped ahead in the first car while I slowed behind, giving myself distance. I’d studied this route carefully. Narrow exits. Fewer cameras. Fewer eyes.Perfect.I intended to reach before them anyway.I checked the time.We left early. No delays.Everything was calculated.Yes

Renz’s Pov The house was quiet. Just the way I wanted it. No unnecessary eyes watching. I had cleared everyone out—guards, maids, everyone. “Clear the house,” I had told them earlier. “No noise. No movement. Stay out of sight.” No one was to be seen until she arrived. And now, the living room sat still, sun lights casting soft shadows across the walls. And in the middle of it— Nyx. Curled into me like she belonged there.Because she did. I leaned back into the couch, one arm wrapped around her, the other resting lazily against her waist...her fingers were playing slowly with mine.. My woman felt warm. And for a moment, everything else faded. I tilted my head slightly and looked down at her...and God… she looked different.. Not weak. Not broken. Stronger. I admitted silently. And somehow… even more beautiful she was way better than a few weeks ago. Life was slowly coming back into her. And I liked it. No— I loved it. “You’ve been staring,” she murmured softly, not even

Nyx’s Pov I stood near the window with my arms wrapped around myself, staring downstairs through the slightly opened curtain. The cold glass pressed against my fingers, but I barely felt it. Outside, under the dim lights, Renz stood with a few men and Bianca. Talking. Planning. Preparing for war. My chest tightened painfully at the sight of him. Even from this distance, I could tell how focused he was. The way his shoulders stayed stiff. The way his eyes kept moving over maps and phones and weapons like he was trying to calculate every possible outcome before morning came. A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. Damn it. I quickly wiped it away, remembering the promise I made to him earlier not to cry anymore. But how was I supposed to stop? Camila and Rynna were taken because of me. Because of the past, Malachi just want us ended. The thought alone made my stomach twist violently. I shut my eyes for a second, breathing shakily. Rynna... My baby. God... I coul

Marco’s Pov The sound of the cars faded slowly outside the compound. Then silence followed. I stood beside Nyx near the entrance, watching the gate long after Renz and the others disappeared from sight...and somehow, the heaviness in my chest only got worse. Nyx didn’t move. She didn’t blink much either. Her eyes stayed fixed ahead like she could still see his car. And honestly... That alone told me Renz was right. Nyx definitely had a plan. I studied her quietly for a second before stepping closer. “He’ll bring them back,” I managed to say. The words tasted bitter in my mouth because even I wasn’t fully convinced...Not with Malachi involved...Not after what he did yesterday... Nyx gave no response. Said nothing...She just kept staring ahead quietly. I cleared my throat softly. “Renz asked me to keep you safe until he returns.” She said nothing still... Damn. I sighed internally and continued anyway. “You should go rest for a while. We’ll handle things out here.” I tol

Maria’s Pov The underground hideout smelled like sweat, alcohol, and sin. I walked down the narrow stairs slowly, my boots echoing softly through the dim room while memories from last night crawled shamelessly through my head. Ricardo and I had spent the entire night tangled in each other. A faint smirk touched my lips as I pushed the final door open..and there he was. Still sleeping. Unbelievable. He laid carelessly across the bed like the world wasn’t preparing for war upstairs. His shirt was somewhere on the floor. My eyes dragged slowly over his bare chest. Broad shoulders. Tattoos. Sharp jaw...The kind of body women ruined themselves for. God....He was unfairly beautiful...but sometimes I genuinely hated the kind of man I liked. Peace never followed Ricardo. Blood did. And somehow… It keeps me crawling back to him. I folded my arms slowly while I kept staring at him... Imagining, everyone upstairs was tense. Men were armed. Malachi had practically turned the entire esta