บททั้งหมดของ THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Renz's PovCold. That’s all there is. Cold walls, cold air, cold blood in my veins.I can smell rust and rot mixed with my sweat. It’s already been days.Gabriel… Ricardo… Malachi…Their names keep circling in my head like vultures. Every time I breathe, I curse them. Every time I blink, I see their faces.They took everything.And I let them.I laugh. It sounds sick, hollow, like something’s dying in my chest. Maybe it’s me.Then her name slips out. Nyx.I feel tightness in my chest. I really missed her.He kissed her. That bastard kissed her.I can still see it—the way she froze, the way my whole world cracked in one second.I laugh again, but it comes out wrong. It burns going down.I wonder if she’s safe. If she’s even still in this filthy world. And the baby…My stomach twists. I hope they’re both alive. I hope she’s not crying for me.A sound cuts through the silence.Footsteps.Slow. Heavy. Getting closer.I turn my head, expecting to see Ricardo limping in with that stupid sti

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the flickering light above me. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was—until the smell of dust and metal reminded me I was still in that old power room.I sat up slowly, blinking at the small bed beneath me. A bed? I could’ve sworn I laid on the chair after cleaning Marco’s wound. Wait—was this here last night? I didn’t even notice it when I came in.“You’re awake.”My heart jumped. Oh God… Marco.His voice came from the corner, calm but deep. I turned and saw him sitting by the table, papers scattered in front of him, a few bandages at his side.And here I was, sleeping while the sick man watched over everything. How shameless of me. I rubbed my face quickly, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck.“Good morning,” I said, slipping out of the bed. “How are you feeling today?”He looked up with a faint smile.. “Didn’t want to wake you,” he said softly. “But… shouldn’t you be at work?”I scratched the back of my neck, pretendi

I lay on my bed, hiding under the blanket, tears soaking my pillow. I couldn’t stop seeing it—Renz being dragged out, his face bruised, the way he looked at me before they took him. That look tore me apart..I told Elena not to come in. I told her to leave me alone. She left, bless her for that small mercy. For a while I let the sobs take me, until a sharp knock stabbed through the quiet.I didn’t move. The knock came again—harder. Then the door slammed open.“Finally.” Gabriel’s voice filled the room. “You stupid girl,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I told you not to keep me waiting.”I didn’t move. And kept my face buried, as if he couldn’t see me then.He stepped closer, his tone harsh. “Do you even know what time it is? How long can you starve yourself? Another day?”I kept quiet. My heart was pounding..“Your lover’s probably dining with Malachi now,” he said, sharp and satisfied. “Now that he’s gone, maybe you’ll come to your senses.”My hands tightened on the sheet. His words stu

Gabriel's PovI couldn’t stop thinking about her.Nyx.The way she moved last night—reckless, fierce, desperate to break me. And somehow… she did. The pain in my side still throbbed from where she’d cut me, but I didn’t mind. For once, pain felt almost good, like it was hers to give.I sat at the dining table, waiting.I wanted to see if she’d show up.If she’d have the guts to face me.She had to.Minutes dragged. My patience thinned. But then—there she was.Walking down the stairs as if last night hadn’t happened.Her hair was messy, her eyes puffy and red. She looked pale. Had she been crying?I clenched my jaw. What do I care if she cried?She sat across from me without a word, poured herself some coffee, and started eating.Like I wasn’t even there.I watched her for a long time. There was a quiet fire in her—something untamed. Dangerous. Beautiful.I almost smiled. Almost.“So…” I started, “about last night—”Her fork hit the plate.“Touch me again,” she said coldly, “and I’ll m

Nyx's PovThe morning felt strange. My body was weak, and my head spun every time I moved. I could still remember last night—how he’d tried to take what I didn’t give, how I’d fought back, and how my hand shook when the knife tore through his skin.Now I had to face him like nothing happened.At breakfast, I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to see him or hear his voice, but he kept watching me. He tried to provoke me, but I stayed calm and cold, hoping he’d give up and leave.Every bite felt heavy. My stomach turned, but I forced the food down, pretending I was fine.When he finally left, I exhaled. My hands were cold. And as soon as the door closed, I went to my room and sat on the bed, holding my stomach with a shaky hand. The fear came back. No one can find out.I reached for water, but the jug was empty. So I grabbed the phone. “Elena!” I called. “Bring me some water.”When she didn’t respond right away, I stumbled to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water. My reflection looke