All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nyx’s POV The hospital corridors smelled of disinfectant and sorrow. I pushed the door open, as the door shut behind me, Machines hummed. My daughter lay pale, unmoving, my little girl laid lifeless before me... Her small chest rose and fell beneath the sheets, steady but fragile, as though even breathing was too much to ask of her. I sat by her bed and broke. The tears I had fought in front of Renz, the tears I buried under liquor and anger—they came spilling now. My sobs cracked. “Baby,” I whispered, my voice raw, “he came back. Your father.” The words cut me, bleeding shame and fury all at once. “He doesn’t know you exist. He doesn’t deserve you. And maybe it's for the better. My chest burned as I pressed my forehead to her hand. “But God, I’m so tired of fighting this alone.” I wept until my body shook, confessing into the silence of her unconscious state. “He looked at me like he owned me, like nothing had changed, like the years hadn’t buried me alive. And for a s

Nyx’s POV The car rolled to a slow halt in front of the house. Not just any house—a mansion wrapped in glass and steel, standing bold as if the world bowed to it. My breath caught. Marco turned off the engine and looked at me, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t pack anything,” he said smoothly, stepping out first. “It’s already set up.The place belongs to you.” He moved with that calm confidence of his, like this was just another day. But it wasn’t. Not for me. I followed, my heels crunching against the driveway, still trying to believe what I was seeing. Inside, the house opened like a dream—polished floors, wide windows flooding light, furniture that looked too perfect to touch. I turned to Marco, my voice trembling. “Marco… thank you. For—” He cut me short with a shake of his head, his tone calm but firm. “You don’t thank me, Nyx. Not for this. If Renz takes you seriously, then you’re not just his concern. You’re my responsibility too. That’s how it works.” His wor

The moment I set her down, Nyx clung to me, and I kissed her with a hunger I didn’t even know I had. Her lips were soft, the kiss deepened, desperate and consuming, her fingers curling against my shirt as if she feared I might vanish.. For once, I forgot who I was. Just her. Just us. Then my phone cut through the heat. I ignored it, gripping her tighter, determined not to let anything steal this away from us. But the sharp vibration came again. Irritation burned in my chest and whoever it was, I wanted them gone. I yanked the phone out, ready to curse. Then I saw the name. James. My blood turned cold. I pulled back, forcing my voice low. “Wait for me here.” She looked at me, confused, but nodded. I brushed my thumb against her cheek before walking out, shutting the door like I was locking her away from what came next. The phone rang again.and this time, I answered. “Renz.” That voice. Smooth, calm, and heavy with everything I hated. I bit down hard. “…It’s been y

Camila’s POV I couldn’t calm the storm in my chest. The thought of meeting Luis Renz—the man Nyx spoke of in such careful tones—made my palms sweat. I kept asking myself what he’d think of me. Would he see me as just Nyx’s shadow? Or worse, would he read right through me and sense the secrets I carried? For months now, I had been secretly updating our parents on Nyx’s condition. Ever since I reunited with her, I couldn’t help it. They were eager to know how she was, though too ashamed to face her. Every time I spoke with them, guilt twisted in me, but I convinced myself it was the right thing to do. After all, family was family, even in broken pieces. Still, I couldn’t believe he had invited me. Renz—cold, untouchable, almighty Luis Renz—wanted to see me. Saturday arrived. I spent hours getting ready, trying not to look like I had tried too hard. My outfit was simple but classy—nothing loud, nothing desperate. I wanted to make a good impression, not look like I was begging for on

Renz’s POV Barcelona greeted me with its heavy night air, but my mind was still back home—with her. Nyx’s face kept flashing in my head, making me restless. I wanted to finish business here fast and return. The underground ring was the same as always—dim, rough, and smelling of sweat and blood. That’s where James and I always met. James was the oldest of us. Back in the day, he was my shield, the one who taught me how to fight and survive. But somewhere along the line, he chose a different path—a quieter life with his wife and kids, far away from the chaos we grew up in. He’s wealthy, powerful in his own right, a billionaire heir with a spotless reputation. For James, keeping that clean image means everything. And he stood the second he saw me. “Luis Renz,” he said, pulling me into a strong, manly hug, his palm slapping my back. “ brother.” He smiled sharp but real. That made me let a small smile slip too. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him until that moment. Still w