All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Gabriel’s Voice:The dinner table was long and quiet, lit by warm golden lights. The sound of silverware was soft, but no one was really eating much.“It’s done,” I said, a slow grin tugging at my lips. “Everything Renz owned—his clubs, hotels, the whole empire—it’s mine now.”I looked up at Malachi from across the table and added with a grin, “Ours.”Malachi didn’t smile. He just sat there at the head of the long table, cutting into his steak with calm precision. His silence was heavier than a gun barrel.“The shares we agreed on will be transferred to your account soon,” I said carefully.Across from me, Ricardo leaned back with a faint smirk. “I must say.Your lawyers are impressive, Malachi. Honestly, I had doubted it could even be done.”Malachi’s knife tapped against the plate. He looked up, his eyes cold and sharp.“I’d rather you had stayed dead,” he said flatly, “than doubt what I can do.”Ricardo’s jaw clenched, and his smile disappeared.Maria let out a low chuckle, trying t

Ricardo's PovWhat thrilled me most wasn’t the money, or the power...No. It was knowing Renz could lose everything he’d built. Every brick. Every breath of pride.Since Maria told me the plan, something inside me woke up again. I’d been half-dead for months, but revenge… revenge is a drug. It got me walking, thinking, waiting for this day.The day I’d watch Renz crumble. Maybe even beg—with that woman of his beside him. Ha. I could already see it.Gabriel had done his job well. I’ll give him that. He found Renz’s house before any of us. The place was big, quiet, and clean. A perfect house for a man who thought the past couldn’t find him.I glanced at my watch. It was almost dawn. Gabriel was taking too long and my patience was burning out fast, Maria looked just as drained. She didn’t say it, but I could tell she was done waiting too.Then—speak of the devil. His car pulled up. Gabriel stepped out like he owned time itself. I didn’t bother saying a word. Just gave him a cold stare and

Nyx's PovI lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My body felt heavy—like the weight of the world was pressing me down. I’d been here for hours, lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of everything that had happened.So much had changed in just a day.Too much.My heart ached for Renz. God, I fucking love that man.It had been hours—hours of crying, breaking, thinking, and trying not to feel. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The man I love more than my own breath. The same man I might have to betray to stay alive.I let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob.The room smelled faintly of dust and rain. My cheeks were stiff with dried tears, my chest heavy. I wanted to believe things would somehow get better—that he’d walk in and we’d escape together. But that kind of hope was deadly.Renz will survive whatever they’re doing to him. He’s too strong not to. But even if he does, what then? To bring our life back from this mess… it would take a miracle.And if

Nyx's PovI couldn’t sleep all night. My mind wouldn’t stop racing, circling around the same truth—I had to survive. But my heart… it wouldn’t listen.I sat on the cold floor, hugging my knees, when a soft knock came at the door. “Miss?” a gentle voice called. I looked up sharply. It was that same woman I’d seen yesterday—kind face, calm smile. Too calm for this hellhole.“What the fuck do you want?” I muttered.She hesitated, eyes darting to the floor. “The boss has sent for you.”My pulse slowed. Him. “I’m not going,” I said flatly. Her eyes widened a little. “You’ll hurt his feelings if you refuse.”I laughed—a short, bitter sound. “His feelings? I care less about that.”The woman took a cautious step closer, lowering her voice. “Listen… he’s never kept a woman this close before. If he’s keeping you, it means something. Please, don’t anger him. He’ll hurt you if you disobey. Just come.”I studied her for a moment. Her fear wasn’t fake.“Give me a minute,” I said finally.She n

Gabriel's PovThe numbers spoke for themselves. One night’s earnings from Basque, and I knew I’d made the right move. Renz’s empire—mine now—was bleeding money into my pockets.So I thought, why not thank the man himself?I drove to the old estate, where Renz was kept. The place was quiet. Word around town was that everything he owned had already been transferred. Sold off to a new name.The thought made me grin.When I walked in, the air smelled awful—like blood, sweat, and decay. I followed the trail down to the basement, where they kept him. My men called it the cage.And there he was—the mighty, untouchable Luis Renz—flat on the ground, barely breathing.I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hello there, old friend,” I said, just loud enough to stir him.He didn’t move. Didn’t even look at me.Still rude, huh, I sighed. “You know, I went out of my way to visit. Thought I’d thank you—for handing me everything. The clubs, the bars, the money… hell, even your people.”He said nothing, just s