All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

*****************************************************************---Dante stepped forward.The cigarette burned low between his fingers, its orange glow flickering like the fire in his eyes.cDamon trembled, his mouth dry, blood pooling beneath his knees. Isla sobbed, her face buried in her hands, her body shaking from trauma and shame. The air was thick—soaked in fear, sweat, blood, and the scent of impending death.Dante crouched slowly in front of Damon, his voice low and calm, like a father speaking to a child."I changed my mind," he murmured.He stood upright, stretching his neck lazily before nodding at one of the guards.“Hold him still.”Two men seized Damon’s arms and shoved him back down, strapping him to the steel chair bolted to the floor.“What are you doing?” Damon asked, voice cracking. “I said I’d do it… I said I’d—”Dante pulled out a thick black blade from his belt—a bone knife, carved from the rib of a man long dead. Its jagged edge was laced with rust and someth

Unlike most people, Dante was carved from a darker stone.Others may love their mothers, clinging to them despite their flaws, but for Dante, hatred ran deeper than blood. To him, his mother was worse than an enemy, for at least enemies acknowledged his existence. She never did. The same woman who had abandoned her children to chase a shallow modeling career, never once looking back. When fevers burned their bodies, she was absent. When nightmares clawed at them, she was nowhere to be found.Others might forgive after a mother’s plea, but forgiveness had no meaning in Dante’s world. He did not grant second chances. That was his creed.But of course, he broke that one rule—for Alessia.Now, Mrs. Moretti stood before him, trembling as though the walls themselves were closing in. Her phone shook in her hand, her knuckles pale from the grip. Her son’s eyes burned red, venomous like a serpent ready to strike. A cigarette dangled lazily between his fingers while a gun rested casually in his

The doors of the mansion burst open.Dante stormed out like something that was finally let loose from the cage.He didn’t know what hurt more, The fact that his mum was involved in all of this, and yet she pretends, makes him want to kill her instantly. It awakens more rage in him.. How could they? why innocent children?The night air hit him hard, cold and sharp against his skin—but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside him. His breathing was uneven, rough. It was like every inhale scraped through his chest.Behind him, the house was still in chaos.Voices overlapped—he could hear his father calling after him, Jane’s weak sobs, maids whispering in fear, guards shifting uncertainly.But Dante cared less.Everything had gone silent in his head right now.Everything was dark.Empty.All he wanted to do was to handle things in his own way… .And tonight—Someone was going to die.Blood was going to be split on the streets of Rome..---Gravel crunched beneath his boots as