All Chapters of Taming The Devil's Queen : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

JaydenA cold, sharp laugh slipped from my lips as I emptied the last of the wine down my throat. The burn was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest.Did Anna just reject me?I stared at the empty glass in my hand, then laughed again - louder this time. Bitter. Disbelieving.I gave her a shot. Me, Jayden. The man women claw their way into rooms just to breathe the same air as. For the first time in God-knows-how-long, I opened the door wide enough for a woman to walk in… and she slammed it in my face like I was average.A nobody!.I clenched the glass so tightly my knuckles turned white. My jaw locked. The wine bottle on the table caught my eye and in one fluid motion, I hurled it against the wall as the glass exploded like gunfire, scattering across the marble.She said no. To me.My blood boiled. A hundred women would kill to be where she was, yet she turned me down like I was offering scraps.Who the hell does she think she is?I grabbed my phone, pulled up her pict

Jessica I couldn’t breathe.Not because I was hurt. God, no. I don’t get hurt. Not me. But because my blood was boiling, crawling under my skin like something alive. My heels clicked furiously against the marble floor of the penthouse, echoing my rage as I stormed in.“Ma’am, welcome back....” Margaret, the maid, stepped out too fast.“Move,” I snapped, not sparing her a glance.She flinched and stepped aside, her eyes darting to my clenched fists. I could feel them trembling. Damn it.I didn’t stop walking until I got to my room. Then I slammed the door so hard the frame shuddered.Who. Was. She?Who the hell did Jayden think he was fooling?I paced across the room like a woman possessed, because maybe I was. I had left that lounge fuming, seething with an anger so sharp it could cut someone. That jerk didn’t deny it. He didn’t even try to lie. How could he do this to me?. I laughed out loud and flung my clutch across the room. It hit the wall with a dull thud, but it wasn’t satis

JaydenThe door to my office clicked shut behind me, locking the noise of the world outside. I strode in without a pause, my jaw tight and my mind louder than George’s footsteps trailing away behind me. I didn’t sit, not yet. I walked straight to the glass wall, staring down at the city like it owed me answers.Those annoying old hags. How dare they look down on me?. Do they think I managed to get to these level by merely sitting down and saying things I am not capable of?. Damn. I can't wait to shove down my victory down their throats and watch them hide their faces in shame. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.“Let him in,” I said.The door opened, and Mr. Gray stepped inside, crisp and composed as always .I finally turned and made my way to the desk, the weight of the morning pressing into my spine as i sank into my chair.“Have you found out who wrote that bloody blog?” My voice came out low.“Yes.” Gray’s eyes flicked to the screen in front of him. “It was pos

ANNACeline returned quickly, her footsteps echoing through the marble hallway. In her trembling hands were a silver lighter and the bright red fire extinguisher, just as I’d asked.She hesitated at the edge of the carpet, her eyes darting between me and the pile of gifts.I held out my hand without a word. She placed the lighter in my palm and stepped back like she was handling a live grenade.I turned my gaze to the pile of gifts. The wrapping paper shimmered under the chandelier lights. Each box was carefully crafted. They looked quite expensive. Humph! Such a show off.“This one has your name on it, ma,” the violinist said carefully, pointing to a large red box with a satin bow and gold engraving. His voice was low, hopeful even. “It might be something valuable... maybe even jewelry. Or a dress.”I snarled at him and he flinched.With deliberate slowness, I bent down and peeled the bow off the box. The paper beneath was thick and glossy, a custom print of roses and cursive fonts s

KelvinI usually join Jayden in the gym in the mornings, but more often than not, I oversleep. Laziness, maybe or maybe I just don’t see the point of punishing my body before breakfast. Jayden, on the other hand, is relentless. I can’t remember a single day he’s missed a workout, except that one time he collapsed from stress and ended up in the hospital. That was the only crack I’ve ever seen in his perfectly controlled armor.It had been a while since I last joined him, so I decided today was the day; partly because I needed the sweat, but mostly because I wanted to hear how his ridiculous “get-a-girlfriend” mission was going.But the moment I stepped into the gym, I froze.Jayden wasn’t punching the heavy bag this time. He was punching people.Two of his men were on the floor, faces bloodied, curling into themselves as he towered over them, throwing blow after blow with frightening precision. And for a second, I was pretty sure he’d forgotten they were human.“Jesus Christ, Jayden!”