บททั้งหมดของ The Devil You Know : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

ELIJAH The mattress hit the back of my knees, and I sank down, pulling him with me. He settled over me, weight braced on his forearms, his cock pressing against my thigh, hot and heavy. Our tongues clashed together, tasting each other, the faint hint of pills I fed him on the jet. My hands found his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his tee, and I pressed closer, our bodies aligning perfectly. Andrade's free hand slipped under my shirt, palm flat against my stomach, fingers splaying wide as he explored upward. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down to my neck, where he nipped lightly at the skin. A shiver ran through me, straight to my core, and I tilted my head to give him better access. His teeth grazed my pulse point, sucking just enough to mark without bruising, while his hand pushed my shirt higher, exposing my torso. I tugged at his shirt in response, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His skin was warm, dusted with dark hair across h

ANDRADE I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. The dull buzz of my phone against the mattress was the only sound in the room. Bored out of my mind, I picked it up, mindlessly scrolling through messages. Elijah had been gone for a day now and he still hadn't called. I tried calling of course, but he wasn't picking. I should’ve gone with him. I shouldn’t have let him go alone, not with Renata still out there. I should've at least sent protection, even it was secretly. But my mum is in charge now and she listens to everything Elijah says to make sure I fully recover so she'll never give me access. And I had made a promise. He needed space to grow, I told myself. And I trusted him to handle things. I dropped my phone on the bed with a frustrated sigh. My thoughts were racing. What the hell is he doing out there? Something felt off. I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my gut. Maybe he was fine. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew something wasn’t right. A message pinged. An anon

ELIJAH Renata's hand moved in a blur, her gun raised to fire. But before she could pull the trigger, Camila lunged forward, stepping directly into the path of the bullet. The sound of the shot rang in my ears as Camila’s body jerked forward, the impact of the bullet sinking deep into her chest. The room seemed to freeze the moment the shot rang out. I saw it all in slow motion. The way her body jerked, the shock in her eyes. She didn’t even have time to scream. Just the bullet tearing through her chest. “Camila!” My heart stopped. Her hand reached out for Andrade, as though trying to protect him, but she crumpled almost immediately. “No!” I shouted, my voice hoarse, as I rushed forward. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. It happened too fast, too violently. She fell to the ground with a sickening thud, the blood already pooling beneath her, staining the floor crimson. Andrade’s eyes widened in horror. He turned around so quickly, his breath caught in his throat. I

ELIJAH The morning light filters through the window, and I feel the weight of the world settle on my shoulders. Andrade is still asleep beside me, but my mind is racing. The wedding, our wedding, is just a week away. Every time I think about it, a mix of excitement and dread swirls inside me. The kind of dread that comes with knowing there’s so much to do and so little time to get it all right. I roll over and check my phone, another flood of messages from Marisol about the venue, the caterers, the guest list, and somehow, I’ve managed to block it all out for the last few days, hoping the process would slow down or at least feel less daunting.It's been months since Andrade and I decided to get married. We had all the time in the world for this, yes, but it feels like I'm the one not ready at every turn even though I want this with everything in me.“Morning,” Andrade’s voice breaks through my thoughts. He stretches beside me, his eyes still heavy with sleep. I smile at him, tryin

ELIJAH The reception is a whirlwind of laughter, clinking glasses, and loud music. It’s supposed to be a celebration, and it is—don’t get me wrong—but it feels like I’m watching everything through a haze. I can still feel the weight of the day on my shoulders, the gravity of what just happened. We got married. Me and Andrade. It’s real now.The room is packed with our family and friends, everyone eating, drinking, dancing, and enjoying themselves. It’s everything I could’ve imagined for a wedding, yet... I can’t help but feel like I’m not fully here. My mind is buzzing with everything that happened today—how beautiful Andrade looked when I walked down the aisle, the way his eyes locked onto mine as I made my vows, how everything finally felt... right.But despite the joy and happiness, my mind couldn't help but drift back to Sebastián and Camila.We don't talk about them anymore, and that is why I couldn't stop thinking about them.Everyone walk on eggshells around that topic. A