THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Things had been smooth lately. The club was running better than ever, new alliances were taking shape, and with Nyx beside me, life felt almost too good. I’d been counting down to the weekend—her first official race. I couldn’t wait to see her own that track, to watch her shine in her world. I’d already made my choice to stay away from racing, at least for now. No point in both of us living on that edge. Besides, the business was growing fast—I wouldn’t have time to play with speed every weekend anymore. A sudden noise cut through my thoughts. Raised voices.I rose from the lounge and walked toward it, unhurried, but I saw my men facing off with a man I knew too well. He was sharp in appearance—tailored suit, gold watch flashing, hair slicked back. A man of money. But greed always gave him away.“You can’t just take it away! I’ve been here for years—this is my lounge!”One of my guards blocked his path, calm but firm. The man’s eyes darted wildly before they landed on me. His cheeks

Renz's PovI left home early that morning for a meeting with some foreign guests at the hotel. The meeting stretched longer than I had planned. By the time I wrapped it up, I was restless.Nyx’s race.I rushed out, hoping I could still make it before she started. I wanted to be there for her.When I got to the arena, the crowd was already loud. The announcer was calling names. I barely sat down at the VIP before I heard it—“CR7!”The place shook with cheers. Men, women, even kids with banners and sticks—they all screamed her name like they’d known it forever. And then I saw her.Nyx walked out in her racing gear, sharp and ready. She looked like she was born for this. Her eyes searched the closely, and when she finally spotted me, she smiled—pure relief on her face. That one look made my chest ease a little.The whistle blew. Engines roared. The race kicked off clean.She wasn’t leading, but damn, she was fierce—cutting corners sharp, pushing harder with every lap. I leaned forward,

Nyx’s PovRenz’s voice carried through the room, steady and commanding. He was on the phone again, pacing slowly by the window.“Yes, I reviewed the numbers,” he said, his tone clipped. “The returns are stable. Push the proposal forward—no, don’t wait for approval. We’ll handle the adjustments later. Time is profit.”There was a pause, then his voice sharpened. “If the investors hesitate, remind them who we are. I don’t run projects halfway. I finish them.”I sat curled on the couch, watching him. That calm fire in his tone, the way he spoke like the whole world bent to his will—it never stopped thrilling me. Renz was ambition itself, walking and breathing. Everything he touched seemed to rise, to work, to succeed.And yet, as I watched him, I couldn’t help thinking… he was pushing himself too hard.“Good,” he finished, his voice dropping low. “Send me the updates by tomorrow. We move.”The call ended. He slipped the phone into his pocket and let out a small sigh, his shoulders easing

Marco’s POV“Vacation?” I had laughed the first time Renz brought it up. “You know how it gets on weekends. I can’t just disappear. Basque doesn’t run itself.”But Renz only gave me that calm, steady look he always wore when he’d already made up his mind.“It’s for Nyx,” he said simply.That shut me up. My laugh faded. For Nyx.I tried to cover it quickly. “Kidding,” I muttered, shifting in my seat. “I’ll see about it. I’ll make adjustments for the weekend.”Truth was, when he said her name, he wasn’t giving me an option. Whenever he mentioned her, it was never a choice—it was an order wrapped in care. Sometimes I wonder how Nyx got so deep into him. Maybe even deeper than he realizes.So here I was, standing at this damn resort. I had to admit, the place looked good. Better than I expected. Palm trees swayed in the soft breeze, the air smelled like salt and sun, and for once, it felt like the world outside had gone quiet.But what caught me off guard wasn’t the beauty of Nassau, or t

The night was brutal. I didn’t sleep at all. Just lay there, staring at the ceiling, cursing everything. By morning, Renz dragged me to the gym. We worked in silence, pushing through weights, letting sweat do the talking.On our way back, the sun was barely up, the ladies still knocked out in their rooms. I decided to break the silence.“So,” I said, side-eyeing him, “when are you planning on getting married?”Renz chuckled, clearly amused. He almost looked excited by the question.“Not anytime soon,” he said flatly. “I’ve got too much on my plate. Business comes first. There are goals I need to crush before anything else.”I looked at him, uneasy. “Renz… most people don’t even know how wealthy you really are. If your family’s fortune was stacked up against yours, they still wouldn’t come close. Maybe you should slow down. Leave some projects for later. Settle down now.”He gave me a sharp look, almost a smirk. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Both. You think I’d be here with Nyx if I