All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Renz's PovI woke up to silence.Thick. Cold. Endless. The kind that presses against your chest till you forget what air feels like. My head spun as I blinked, trying to tell if my eyes were open or shut. The dark was that deep.The cell smelled of mold, metal, and blood that wasn’t just mine.For a second, I couldn’t tell if I was alive or buried.My head throbbed. My throat burned.It came back slowly—the chains, the fall, Malachi’s voice. The promise of hell.And now this—silence.But they were wrong.They could lock my body, not my will. I was alive—and that meant I could still hate.I sat up, hands trembling, feeling the rough stone beneath me.Days passed—or maybe hours. The dark swallowed everything, time had no meaning here.No window, no sound, just that steady drip of water in the corner—slow, mocking.The only thing that reminded me I was still human was the sound of footsteps. Once a day, maybe twice, a guard would bring food—hard bread, cold soup. Just enough to keep me

Marco's PovAfter the night with Camila, leaving became harder than ever. Still, I couldn’t stay. I had work to finish. I and a few of my men boarded a flight straight to Italy, the city lights shrinking behind us.Gabe was wrong. Freezing our cards? That wouldn’t stop anything. Not me. Not this.I ran through all the possibilities in my head. The only way forward was to convince Malachi that Renz was done. And he had to kill Renz himself.It made me uneasy at first. The thought of it… it scared me. But nothing would end if it wasn’t brought to an end.Disguised as a delivery guy, I moved carefully, blending in. I listened, just enough to catch the chatter. Malachi’s men, careless, greedy for insults. That was enough. From their mouths, I got Renz’s location.Solitary confinement. I thought about that as we drove—how cruel Malachi could be. He was a man who never held back, not even his anger. The deal was done—so what more did he want from Renz?“Did you see the new guy swing at us?”

The van shook as it rolled over the rough road, the night swallowing everything outside. Inside, it was just me, three of my men, and the doctor—hands folded, eyes fixed on Renz like he was guarding a dying flame.Renz lay in the middle seat, pale, breathing shallow, wires and tubes clinging to him like they were begging him to stay alive. It hurt just to look at him.The doctor checked his pulse again.His face didn’t show much, but his voice came sharp.“Keep him steady. His heart is still fragile,” he said.I nodded, even though my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.“That injection… it’s helping, right?” I asked.He didn’t look up.“Epinephrine buys time,” he replied. “It doesn’t grant miracles. He needs rest, and luck.”Luck.Renz had never depended on luck before, except now.One of my men leaned forward. “Boss… he’s still breathing. Barely, but… he’s fighting.”I swallowed hard.“He always does.”The doctor finally pulled off his gloves, wiping sweat from his brow.“The bullet tore t

Gabriel's PovEver since the news of Renz’s death dropped, something inside me loosened. Relief… finally. A sense of order returning, like the world had clicked back into the place I designed for it.Except for one problem.Nyx.She’d spiraled the moment she heard. Crying for days. Skipping meals. Ignoring my calls. Locking herself in that damn room like she was mourning a saint instead of a man who made one stupid mistake and paid the price.I let her cry at first—fine, mourn the fool if you must. But it’s getting worse. She’s slipping deeper into a darkness she doesn’t even understand. And I can’t allow it. She needs to face reality… my reality.I’ll admit that—Renz was a tough one. Smart. Quick. Loyal to the wrong people. But not invincible. Nobody is. One wrong move, and he fell like the rest.Malachi handled it cleanly too. No wonder people fear him. The man delivers.I almost smiled thinking about it.But Nyx…Her tears are beginning to sting.Not because I care about her pain—n

Gabriel's PovI woke up hard, like someone dragged me out of a deep pit..My eyes snapped open to the white ceiling above me, my breath dragging rough through my chest. Everything felt heavy and wrong. A thick weight pinned my limbs, and a sour taste clung to my tongue.Poisoned.In my own damn house.I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of the IV line taped to my arm. My head throbbed, a reminder of how close I came to dying. The thought alone stirred a cold anger in my gut.Elena?Had she taken advantage of my kindness?No.No, she knew better. Elena understood exactly what I was capable of. She had seen it. Felt it. Survived it.My men?Daring to betray me?Impossible. None of them would ever risk standing with Nyx.A cold shiver ran through me as memories rushed back all at once—the pain, the dizziness… and her face.That wild glare.That stubborn chin.Hell.She had really fed me poison right under my nose.It wasn’t funny—just insane. I had underestimated her, and now I h