บททั้งหมดของ Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Elements Of Suicidal Thoughts And Child Abuse, So Proceed With Caution……~ Lorenzo's POV ~I hate pain.Well... that’s not entirely true. I hate feeling pain. The dull, thumping ache in your muscles, the burning heat on your skin, the sickening drop in your chest…I despise all of it. But I love watching it. I love watching it bloom on someone else's face, watching their eyes dilate when they realize they can't escape it. Pain is the only thing in this miserable world that makes people entirely honest.I hummed a light, toneless melody as I walked down the stone steps of the mansion, my sneakers clicking softly against the concrete. The heavy iron gates slammed shut behind me with a loud thud.“I guess that's that.” I grinned. Just then, my phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced at the screen to read the text from the unsaved number.-Where the hell are you? I'm fucking hard and waiting-A small, amused smile touched my lips. I didn't bother typing a reply. I just shov

After seven long days, the door finally unlocked, and I was dragged out to be presented to my father in his office.I could barely walk. My feet dragged on the carpet, my skin was deathly pale, and my eyes were completely dry. I couldn't make a sound even if I tried.Don Giordano sat behind his massive mahogany desk. He leaned forward, grabbing my chin with his large, rough fingers, turning my face side to side as he examined my features.A cruel, sharp grin spread across his face. "Well, well... look at that. This one actually looks more like me than the others."I couldn't move. I just stared at him with empty eyes."Take him," the old man ordered the guards. "Clean him up, feed him, and treat his wounds. He'll join the games in a few years."I didn't know what the games meant, and I didn't care. I wasn't happy to be let out. I didn't care that the rat bites didn't hurt anymore. The only thing occupying my mind was Dante.It was a servant in the kitchen who finally told me what had

I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath to flush the dark edge completely out of my system. In a second, I put my signature mask back on. I swiped the green button, pressing the phone against my ear."Marco! Hey, big guy, what's up?" I chirped, my voice instantly turning light, sweet, and completely airheaded."Where the hell are you, Lorenzo?" Marco’s deep voice barked through the speaker. "You weren't in your room this morning! Where did you go?""Aww, were you looking for me?" I giggled, stepping slightly away from the bed. "I just snuck out for some morning coffee! You know how terrible the espresso machine at the mansion is.""You don't just leave the house without telling anyone!" Marco snapped, sounding exasperated. "Dante is really pissed off right now, Enzo. He's been losing his shit when he called for you and you weren't home.”“Ahh, I just went out for coffee bro.” “And you can get coffee at home.” He shot back. “Besides, who gets coffee that early?” “Apparently, I do.”Af

"Are you fucking out of your mind?" Dante’s roar blasted through the hallway as he stood in the middle of the living room, his face dark with rage. "You just vanish into thin air without a single guard, turning off your phone like a spoiled brat! I swear to God, you are stressing me out so much I am going to ship your useless ass right back to Paris on the next private jet!"I didn't utter a single word. I lowered my head, biting my lower lip and clasping my hands tightly behind my back, looking like a trembling, pitiful puppy about to be kicked.Standing behind Dante, Marco caught my eye and subtly raised two fingers, signaling me to keep my mouth shut.I knew why Dante was on a total rampage. He was losing his mind because he still hadn't found William. The lack of control was eating him alive from the inside out, and I just happened to be the easiest target to vent his frustration on.Once Dante finally took a breath, I raised my head slowly, looking up at him with wide, shiny, in

~ Zayn’s POV ~Ever since Rocco and I became a thing, I had been walking on eggshells.Every single day felt like stepping across thin glass, waiting for the moment it would shatter beneath my feet. I was supposed to be happy. Anyone in my position would be overjoyed. But a person as filthy, ruined, and broken as me had never deserved any kind of happiness at all, no matter how little. Yet, like a fool, I had let myself fall. I had allowed myself to taste a little bit of joy, even though I knew it was all borrowed time and it would eventually have to end tragically. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, staring out the window of my small apartment as the morning sun crept over the horizon, my mind was blank at the moment. Then a car honk outside the apartment got my attention. A soft smile instantly bloomed across my face at the sound of that familiar engine outside.Rocco was early. He was always early.I rushed outside, holding Orion, by his little hand. The moment we stepped outsid