Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The interior of the mini-mansion was surprisingly warm and well-lit. The other members who had been trailing behind immediately fanned out, their boots thudding against the polished wood floors as they dropped their gear and began chatting with ease.I stood in the center of the living room, my eyes sweeping over every dark corner, every blind spot, and every potential entry point. Despite the cozy atmosphere, my instincts screamed that we were exposed.I turned my head, catching Marco walking by. "Marco," I called out in a low, authoritative murmur. "Don't let them get too comfortable. Keep guards posted at the front gate and the back alley. I want a rotating watch all night."Marco gave a curt nod, his face tightening. "Already on it. I'll get the boys organized." He turned and walked off toward the kitchen.A few feet away, Lorenzo was leaning casually against the wall, a smartphone pressed to his ear. He was chuckling softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as someone ranted on

~ William's POV ~The screen flickered softly, the green progress bar lingering for a second before the hidden folder fully expanded across the screen of my phone. I sat frozen in the chair, still can't believe that Dante actually used my name.“What the hell was he thinking?” A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Why would he use my name? Had he known from the very beginning who I was, or had he grown so attached, so recklessly consumed by me, that my fake identity had become his undoing? “It doesn't matter.” I shook my head. I didn't have time to process the terrifying weight of that realization and what this all meant.My fingers trembled as I clicked into the main directory, I didn't know why I was trembling so much, but I felt so uneasy. The folder was massive, filled with rows and rows of digital data, meticulously organized, dated, and titled down to the exact second.Curiosity overrode my panic and my hand moved to the very first file at the top of the list, dated not too

The yellow taxi rattled down the deserted highway, its tires hissing against the damp asphalt as the first faint streaks of pale gray light began to bleed through the heavy clouds on the horizon. In the back seat, Steph was curled up tightly, her head resting heavily on my lap, but my emotions were all over the place.I looked down at her peaceful face, a lump forming in my throat. I stroked her tangled dark hair back from her forehead, my thumb tracing the gentle curve of her cheek. My mind was completely blank. Panic and exhaustion buzzed behind my eyes in equal measure. “Where were we supposed to go?” I thought. Our apartment was obviously compromised, the precinct was a den of murderers, and Dante’s mansion was a fortress I had just betrayed and fled from. I couldn't possibly go back.There was nowhere I could possibly go at this point. Knowing we needed shelter before the sun came up and the city fully woke, I tapped on the glass partition, instructing the driver to pull ove

Laurent flinched, his manicured fingers tightening on the leather steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Are you going to pick up?” I asked.He glanced at the glowing screen, then shot me a wide-eyed, panicked look."Don't fucking breathe," he hissed under his breath. I turned towards Steph sitting at the back of the car and gestured for her to hush it too and she looked so confused but immediately covered her mouth with her palms. Laurent pressed the steering wheel control to accept the call, instantly switching his tone into a smooth, buttery purr. "Hey, baby. Good morning! I was just thinking about you." He was smiling all sweetly now. Marco’s deep, rumbling voice filled the cabin. "Hey, munchkin. I just wanted to check in and hear your voice before the morning shift starts. Are you okay?""I'm wonderful, baby," Laurent said effortlessly, his voice dripping with easy affection while his free hand gripped the gear shift so hard it trembled. "Just getting my day started

~ Dante's POV ~I couldn't fall asleep. Not after seeing that footage of Liam fleeing the mansion. I spent the rest of the dark hours pacing the floor of the guest room like a caged beast, my heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floor in a maddening rhythm. “Shit!” I punched the table again and the wood groaned under my fist. It was almost dawn as the little lights bled through the curtains, casting gray light over the room, but the darkness inside my chest only grew thicker.I stared at my clenched right fist, my knuckles white and trembling with a mix of rage and regret.“Fucking dummy!” I cursed myself under my breath, my voice a low, venomous rasp in the quiet room."Fool," I growled, slamming my hand down onto the desk one more time. The sharp thud echoed off the walls. "You pathetic, blind fool."What had I honestly expected?From the very first day Liam had walked into my world, I had known exactly what he was. I had known his real identity, his true allegiance, and the