All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Renz’s PovThe day felt different. Paradise Island was calm and beautiful—the old stone arches, the flowers in the gardens, the sound of the ocean everywhere. I wasn’t used to places like this, but with Nyx, it all felt right. We walked through the Cloisters, wandered the beach, even tried local food at a small stand where she laughed at how clumsy I was with the skewers. Every moment, she kept me alive in a way I couldn’t explain. Her smile… it was worth everything. Just watching her was enough. I’d seen many things in my life, but never something that pulled me so close to the edge, the way she did without even knowing it. I never really believed in a match made in heaven... but maybe it's true. Was I really born to love Nyx, or what?We enjoyed the moment until dusk, under a warm evening sky, we were on a cliff path when she stopped to stare at the horizon, the sea glowing with the last light. I slid my hand into hers, my chest tightening as her fingers curled back around mine.

Camila's PovNassau changed everything. The experience, it all stuck with me. Since we got back, Marco’s been in my head more than I’d like to admit. I haven’t seen him lately. Maybe he’s drowning in work… or maybe—just maybe—he’s avoiding me. The thought made me smirk and frown at the same time. Typical Marco.And the fact that we managed to keep everything under wraps from Nyx and Renz? That’s a miracle on its own. It proves we’ve got something in common.But here’s the best part—Renz went all out when we returned. I mean, the man literally threw money at me like it was confetti. For him, it’s pocket change. For me? It meant everything.That money wasn’t just cash—it was my first real chance to stand on my own. I poured every bit of it into my first event. The calls, the pressure, the sleepless nights—it all paid off.Now, with my first payment sitting pretty in my account, I swear I could dance on the ceiling. I did it. For once, it wasn’t about anyone else—it was me.I leaned back

I’d been thinking a lot lately, the thought had been eating at me — whether I should ask Renz.Ask him if he ever imagined having a kid. Or maybe... how he’d feel if I told him he already did.But I didn’t.Renz sat across from me, scrolling through his phone like nothing in the world bothered him. He’d been like that since morning.I watched him quietly, debating if today was the day.Then—“Long time no see, Renz!”The sudden voice broke through the silence.I turned.And there he was — Gabriel. He walked in, his confident stride filling the room before his voice even did.Renz dropped his phone, rising with a small smile. Their handshake was brief and diplomatic. No emotions, just business.Gabriel turned to me next. “Marco,” he greeted.“Gabriel,” I said with a polite nod.We all sat down then Renz went straight to business, as usual.“Is everything ready?” he asked.Gabriel nodded with an easy smile. “Yes. Everything’s set. The club will be up and running in a few days.”I poure

Renz’s POVThe morning light slipped through the curtains, warm and golden, falling across her skin. Nyx lay tangled in the sheets, her breathing slow and deep. I stayed there for a while, just watching her. She looked peaceful.I moved carefully, trying not to wake her. When I slid out of bed, she shifted a little, frowning in her sleep, and hugged the pillow I’d left in my place. It made me grin like an idiot.There was something strangely peaceful about her like that. No fire, no glare, none of that fierce energy she carried on the track. Just... calm.I leaned against the wall for a second, arms crossed, watching her breathe. Racing must’ve drained her last night.The way she raced on that track kept replaying in my head — that wild spark in her eyes when she won. Damn, it was something.“She looks so ugly,” I murmured watching her, but my smile gave me away.I turned and headed for the shower, letting the cold water hit my skin. It woke me up, but it didn’t wash away the thoughts.

Rynna’s PovI lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my phone clutched in my hand. Tomorrow was the talent show, but I didn’t feel excited. Everyone would be there with their parents cheering them on. Everyone but me.I had called Mom earlier, hoping she’d changed her mind.“Sweetheart, I really want to come,” she’d said, “but there’s an important meeting at the school tomorrow. I can’t miss it.”Her voice sounded busy.“It’s fine, Mom,” I’d lied, forcing a small laugh before hanging up.Then I tried Aunt Camila. She picked up on the third ring.“Rynna, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of something big, can I call you back?” she had said. She sounded breathless—probably working again.I didn’t bother telling her about the show. “It’s okay, Auntie. I just wanted to say hi,” I said softly before hanging up. I didn’t want to go with Grandpa or Grandma—they always made things awkward. So, I just lay there, hugging my pillow and feeling small.Then I suddenly remembered him—the cute stranger