All Chapters of Under The Devil's Eyes : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

49 Chapters

Chapter 31: You Belong To Me

‎Mikhail’s POV‎Houston, Texas‎The office is a fortress of glass and steel, the city sprawled beneath me like a conquered kingdom. Sunlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the room gold, but I feel nothing but cold. Aleksei lounges in the leather chair opposite my desk, cigarette dangling from his lips, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling as if he owns the place. He doesn’t. But he’s the only man alive who could get away with it.‎We’ve been going over the numbers for the last hour: new shipments from Odessa, bribes to the port authority in Galveston, a rival crew testing boundaries in Austin. Business as usual. The kind of routine that keeps the empire oiled and running, the kind that bores me now. My mind is elsewhere, always elsewhere these days.‎Aleksei stubs out his cigarette and leans forward, elbows on knees.‎I knew he was about to lecture me.‎“Mikhail, what game are you trying to play with her again?”‎I sip my whiskey, the burn familiar, grounding.

Last Updated : 2025-12-11

Chapter 32: Trade By Barter

‎Nora’s POV‎“How do you plan the coincidental death of a mafia billionaire and get away with it?”‎I mutter it while stabbing a cherry tomato so hard my fork scrapes the plate.‎“Call me crazy, but I’m on my last fucking nerve. Mikhail Romanov is living rent-free in my head, and I’m ready to evict him with a flamethrower and a prayer.”‎Lola, across the table at La Trattoria, freezes mid-sentence, fork halfway to her mouth.‎“Girl, are you okay? You’ve been murdering that salad for five minutes.”‎I drop the fork with a clatter.‎“I’m losing my mind, Lo. That blue-eyed demon just bought my boyfriend’s company. My boyfriend’s company. Like it’s a pack of gum. I’m one bad day away from committing homicide.”‎Lola leans in, eyes wide-eyed. “The scary-hot one from the bar? The one who looked like he eats souls for breakfast?”‎“That’s the one.”‎She whistles low. “That’s some next-level psycho ex shit.”‎“He’s not my ex,” I hiss.‎“Again: semantics. How'd you guys meet anyway. I can't im

Last Updated : 2025-12-12

Chapter 33: Falling

‎🔞‎Nora’s POV‎Mikhail’s Penthouse – 9:02 p.m.‎The elevator doors seal behind me with a hiss that sounds like a cage snapping shut.‎I step into his kingdom.‎The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and shadow.‎City lights bleed through floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering carpet of diamonds thirty stories below.‎The air is cold, crisp, laced with cedar and gun oil and the faint bite of his cologne that used to live on my skin.‎He’s waiting.‎Leaning against the obsidian bar, backlit by the skyline like a fallen angel who bought the heavens and burned them for fun.‎Shirtless, chest gleaming enough to reveal the ink I never remembered him having.‎He doesn’t move.‎Just watches me with those glacier eyes that used to make me forget my own name.‎“Took you long enough,” he says, voice low, amused, lethal.‎Every syllable slides over my skin like a blade wrapped in velvet.‎I step forward, boots silent on the marble that reflects the city lights like black ice.‎“Don’t flatter you

Last Updated : 2025-12-12

Chapter 34: Old Flames

‎Third-Person POV ‎Los Angeles – The Rooftop at The Standard, Downtown LA ‎The rooftop was packed for the engagement party of a Hollywood agent and a rising indie-film director. Fairy lights strung overhead, heaters glowing orange against the cool December air, the skyline of downtown LA glittering like a promise the city rarely kept. Music pulsed low, a mix of old-school R&B and new indie beats. Champagne flowed freely, and the crowd was a perfect blend of industry insiders, actors trying to look casual, and friends who’d flown in from everywhere. ‎Elena stood near the edge, nursing a glass of sparkling water, watching the city lights flicker. She’d moved to LA eighteen months ago, after quitting Luxe Meridian and everything tied to the Romanovs. The fallout with Nora had been the final straw; she couldn’t stay in a city that reminded her of betrayal every time she poured a drink. Graphic design paid the bills now, freelance gigs for film posters and album covers. It was quieter

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

Chapter 35: Lockdown

‎Third-Person POV – Ingrid Volkov’s Office, ‎Manhattan,‎Ingrid Volkov paced her office with the lethal grace of a predator who had scented blood.‎The city lights glittered below, indifferent to the storm brewing thirty-eight floors up.‎She had just confirmed it.‎Mikhail was still in Houston.‎Not for business.‎Not for pleasure.‎For her.‎Nora Faez.‎The name burned like acid.‎Two years ago, Ingrid had played her hand perfectly: forged photographs, a doctored voice memo, mercenaries to stage the perfect betrayal.‎She had watched Mikhail break.‎She had tasted victory.‎But victory had slipped through her fingers.‎He had let Nora run.‎And now he was chasing.‎Ingrid stopped at the window, nails digging into her palms.‎She had been patient.‎She had waited for him to crawl back, to realize she was the only woman strong enough to stand at his side.‎She had endured every night he used her body while thinking of someone else.‎She had smiled through the humiliation.‎Because sh

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

Chapter 36: Nick of Time

‎‎Mikhail’s POV‎I’m in the middle of a conference call with Moscow when the text comes through.‎The room is dark except for the glow of the screens: Dmitri on one, Aleksei on another, Viktor’s encrypted line patched in from God-knows-where.‎We’re discussing Lucien Hayes.‎We’ve been discussing him for weeks.‎Every lead ends in smoke.‎Every name turns up dead or missing.‎He’s a ghost.‎A ghost with my name on his list.‎And Nora’s.‎I’m about to tell Viktor to double the bounty when my personal phone vibrates on the desk.‎Nora's number. Interesting,as she had never texted me before.‎I pick up my phone,then I see the message.‎HELP! TROUBLE AT THE BAR!!!‎From her.‎Nora.‎The world narrows to a single point.‎Everything else—Viktor’s voice, Aleksei’s questions, the city outside—vanishes.‎I’m already moving.‎I stand so fast the chair slams into the wall.‎“Dmitri,” I bark. “The Blue Tile. Now. Full team. Call the police.”‎He’s on his feet instantly.‎Aleksei’s eyes narrow. “

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Chapter 37: Guilt And Heartbreaks

‎Nora’s POV‎The ride back from the bar is a blur of flashing lights and Mikhail’s hand on my knee, steady and possessive, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.‎I don’t push it away.‎I’m too exhausted, too numb from the blood and screams and gunshots still ringing in my ears.‎The shooter—a low-level thug from one of the gangs, high on God-knows-what—had been arrested before Mikhail even stepped inside, but the damage was done.‎Broken glass everywhere.‎A man dead on the floor.‎Lola shaking in my arms until Aleksei showed up and bundled her into his SUV like she was precious cargo.‎Mikhail’s driver pulls up to my apartment building, the engine purring soft in the quiet street.‎I stare at the familiar steps, the flickering porch light, and feel like a stranger in my own life.‎Mikhail’s voice cuts through the haze.‎“Goodnight, krasotka.”‎I don’t look at him.‎Just nod and open the door.‎The cool night air hits my face as I step out.‎Then I see him.‎Caleb.‎Sitting on m

Last Updated : 2025-12-17

Chapter 38: Chained Hearts

‎Mikhail’s POV – Olga’s Ranch House, Friday afternoon‎The drive to Babya’s ranch is forty-five minutes of open road and silence.‎No convoy today.‎No Dmitri in the passenger seat.Aleksei had left on the first flight back home. His father and uncle had called him up for family business.‎Just me, the Porsche, and the weight of everything I’m carrying.‎I haven’t slept.‎Not since the bar.‎Not since I held Nora while she shook in my arms, blood on the floor and fear in her eyes.‎Not since I dropped her home and watched Caleb waiting on the porch like a fucking golden retriever.‎I grip the wheel tighter.‎The ranch appears at the end of a long gravel drive: white fences, horses grazing, the house sprawling and warm like it’s been waiting for me my whole life.‎Babya is on the porch when I pull up, apron tied, hair in a loose bun, smiling like she’s been expecting me for days.‎Because she has.‎I’ve been dodging her calls since the day she had lunch with Nora.‎I couldn’t face her.

Last Updated : 2025-12-18

Chapter 39: Chained Hearts II

‎Nora’s POV‎I wake up to the shrill ring of my phone vibrating against my skull underneath my pillow.‎I pick it up, already feeling an headache brewing.‎I squint at the screen through blurry, swollen eyes.‎4:03 p.m.‎Elias.‎My stomach drops.‎I swipe to answer, voice hoarse from crying myself raw last night.‎“Hey—”‎“Did you know Mikhail is here in Houston, Nora?”‎The world stops.‎His voice is pure fury, sharp enough to cut.‎I sit up too fast, head spinning.‎“Elias—”‎“Are you fucking serious?!” he explodes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? And why the hell is Caleb calling me, losing his mind, saying that bastard dropped you off last night? Have you been in contact with him? Who am I kidding—of course you have!”‎My mouth opens.‎Nothing comes out.‎Words tangle in my throat like barbed wire.‎“Elias, let me explain—”‎“Explain what?!” he roars. “That my own sister has been seeing the man who ruined our lives? That you let him drive you home? That you had a fight with Cale

Last Updated : 2025-12-19

Chapter 40: Lovers Squabble

‎Mikhail's POV‎I don’t go back to the penthouse after dropping her off.‎I drive.‎Aimless.‎Through streets that don’t know my name.‎Through a city that feels too small for the storm inside me.‎She called me.‎She texted me.‎HELP!‎Three letters that undid two years of iron control.‎I came.‎I held her.‎She let me.‎For those few minutes in the SUV, she was mine again.‎Her body pressed to mine.‎Her face in my chest.‎Her tears soaking my shirt.‎I could have taken her home.‎To my bed.‎To the place she belongs.‎But I took her to her apartment.‎Because I’m trying to be the man Babya told me to be.‎Patient.‎Gentle.‎Giving her reasons to trust.‎It’s killing me.‎I park on a dark street, engine off, city quiet around me.‎My phone is in my hand.‎Her number unblocked.‎I could call.‎I could demand.‎I could remind her.‎Instead I stare at the screen.‎At the message she sent.‎HELP! TROUBLE AT THE BAR!!!‎I saved it.‎Screenshot.‎Locked folder.‎Because it’s proof.‎She

Last Updated : 2025-12-21

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