Ten percent Shares (II)

“I’m still waiting for your reply, Luciano.” She said, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade coated in honey. That sing-song lilt mocking and infuriating, tightened every muscle in his back, he didn’t give her the satisfaction of a glance. Instead, Lucian shoved back his chair, the legs scraping against the floor, and reached for his suitcase with such force that the leather handle bit into his palm.He was already at the doorway when he heard her footsteps behind him, light but deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world. He clenched his jaw. What exactly is my mother planning? The thought gnawed at him as he crossed the grand hallway of the Vega mansion. Who knew Camilla would reveal her teeth so soon? He had suspected from the very first moment she wasn’t the docile bride everyone painted her to be but this? It unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain.He stepped outside where the black Mercedes idled, polished to sheen. The morning sun caught

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

CHAPTER 12- Strategic

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual hum of low voices, clinking cutlery, and hurried footsteps. Employees in crisp suits clustered in small groups at the long tables, their conversations muted, careful. It wasn’t the kind of place the CEO was ever expected to show up, not in this lifetime.Everyone knew Luciano De La Vega never stepped foot in the cafeteria. His meals were delivered directly to his office, plated in polished silver and served on bone china. And that is on the day he eats, the cafeteria belonged to everyone else, the assistants, the secretaries, the middle managers. So when Camilla De la Vega, his brand-new bride, swept in that afternoon, draped in a cream blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right, heads turned. She carried herself with the kind of effortless confidence that demanded notice, as if she had been walking through these halls all her life. Her smile was bright, almost mischievous, and she chose a table near the w

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

CHAPTER 13- Foam and Fire

Luciano loosened his tie with a sigh, the clock in his study having struck past midnight. The servants had run the bath already, bubbles frothing just the way he preferred. He shrugged off his robe, muscles flexing under the low glow of golden sconces, and stepped into the marble-tiled bathroom. His feet brushed the thick rug, and he breathed in the faint fragrance of lavender oil curling through the steam.“What the hell…” his voice broke sharp. Half-submerged in his tub, hair pinned messily and cheeks flushed pink with drink, was Camilla. Foam crowned her shoulders like a careless halo.“Oh, you should see your face,” she hiccupped, grinning at him as though she’d stumbled into the right place instead of the very wrong one. “Is it just me or am I getting a feeling of Déjà vu? Anyway, you look like you’re about to breathe fire.”“Get out, Camilla.” Luciano’s jaw tightened.“Get out?” she gasped in offense, splashing the water. Droplets sprayed across the marble floor. “This is m

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

All Chapters of The Devil's Heartbeat: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Ten percent Shares (II)

CHAPTER 12- Strategic

CHAPTER 13- Foam and Fire