The Devil's Allure のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ALEXANDER ༒My hold around her didn't falter, my eyes fixed ahead as I climbed up the stairs but I could still feel her gaze on me. My eyes moved downwards, meeting hers making something warm settle in my chest. Her eyes; a deep pool of brown, pulling deeper and deeper till I drowned completely— lost in her gaze. Reluctantly, I peeled my eyes away and pushed the door open. I plopped her carefully on the mattress, not wanting to touch her wounds. Her lashes fluttered as she rubbed her palms together, probably shivering from the cold. I walked to the table and grabbed the AC remote, turning it off.“ Thank you.” She whispered, shakily.“ The doctor will be here soon,” I informed. “ And you need to at least freshen up, you smell like HIM.” My voice chilled on the last word, my blood boiling in my veins. I didn't know what he'd done to her.But I knew that if I did, I would go back there and burn his body, shipping his ashes to his freaking clan. Her smile faltered. “ I can't shower,

DAPHNE ~✼~“Don't, don't come any closer!” I yelled, my voice echoing in the silence. His footsteps came, slow and terrifying cutting through the silence with deadly precision. My heart rammed against my chest, my breath coming off in low and shallow gasps.I could barely see, the world around me blurred in darkness and my tears. But one thing I saw clearly was him. Igor… staring right into my eyes with this evil smirk on his face, each step brought him closer and it made my heart bleed with fear. “ Please, don't touch me, I beg of you.” I took another step backwards, my legs shaky and weak. “ You look so pretty, Mi Florita.” Disgust settled in my stomach, twisting my insides. I turned away from him, running in the darkness but it wasn't working— why wasn't it working? Why wasn't he going away? Why wasn't he leaving? Where was Alex? My foot pounded against the ground, my heart in my throat, sweat rolling down my skin making my hair stick to my face. My body hurts, my heart hurts so

ALEXANDER ༒I arrived home late, tired as fuck, I stepped out the car and swung the door shut. I took in a sharp drag of air, running my fingers through my hair. My hands went into my pockets as I walked to the front door.The guards rushed to me before I got there, grabbing my coat and suitcase. I continued the walk, pushing the door open. The warm air rushed at me, clashing with the cool air from the outside. “ Good evening, Sir.” The guards acknowledged my presence with a bow but I didn't give a fuck.I'd expected to see Daphne on the couch probably waiting for my arrival but instead, I was met with nothing but a cold and empty couch— why was I disappointed? I shouldn't care about those shits when I have other important things to do. I pushed my hair back, pushing back those thoughts but yet I couldn't stop myself from asking. “ Where is she?” I asked.The guard blinked, confused. “ Who, Sir?” I was about to respond when the other smacked him in the head, answering my question.

ALEXANDER ༒ I'd almost changed my mind about going to the party all together but when I considered all that was at stake, I decided to go and no, it's not because the house felt too small to hold both me and Daphne. I didn't want her to know how much her presence choked me, how badly her words affected me. Fuck, I didn't even know what was wrong with me; I'd always wanted to get Daphne, I'd always wanted her to call me hers and now she did I'm pushing her away? Why am I so scared of what I could do to her? Why am I so terrified by the fact that she could leave me, just like she did? My fingers crossed through my hair, restlessly, my breaths came off in unstable gasps, white fog clouding in front of my mouth. What was wrong with me? What in the world was wrong with me? “ Son! Son! Son!” Someone called, giving me a gentle tap to my shoulders, it was my driver— Eliot. “ Are you okay, Son? You seem very distressed” He admitted, as his hands left my shoulders. Distressed is

ALEXANDER ༒ She was perfect. No. Perfect wasn't a good enough word. She was otherworldly. Her hazelnut hair in perfect curls, falling over her shoulders, her beautiful eyes seemed to glimmer as she sighted me in the crowd, the freckles on her fair cheeks made her look so mature and elegant. The dress, don't get me started. The back was bare, revealing a large expanse of skin and I was very sure that men were salivating over the smoothness of her skin. The black dress hugged her skin, bringing out every dip and every curve on my body. The sparkles in the dress shimmering beneath the chandelier. Her long legs carried her to where I sat and for some reason— I forgot I was supposed to be upset with her. Reluctantly, I peeled my gaze away from hers, focusing on the meal set before me. The incoherent mumbles seemed to get louder but I tried my best to shun them out. Nickolai leaned to me,