All Chapters of The Devil You Know : Chapter 151 - Chapter 158

ELIJAH The door to our honeymoon suite shut with a soft click, sealing us away from the world. My heart pounded in my chest as Andrade turned to me, his dark eyes locking onto mine in the warm flicker of candlelight. We'd waited so long for this night, and now, with our wedding bands glinting on our fingers, it felt real—us, husbands, finally alone. We've fucked before, countlessly— lust, passion and more lust— but this was different. It was on another level. We're one.His hands settled on my waist, pulling me against him, the fabric of our suits brushing together. I could feel the heat of his body through the layers.Andrade's lips found my neck first, pressing soft kisses that sent shivers down my spine. I tilted my head back, giving him more access, my breath catching as his mouth moved lower to my collarbone. He removed my suit and his fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, slow and deliberate, each one popping open to reveal more of my skin. When the silk shirt finall

ELIJAH I sat in the sterile, white-walled clinic, my fingers twisting together as I nervously fidgeted. Andrade was sitting beside me, his hand resting lightly on my knee, a quiet strength I had come to depend on more than I ever imagined. The room was filled with a quiet hum of life—the soft beep of machines, the shuffle of footsteps outside, and the low murmur of voices in the hallway. But despite the sounds around me, all I could hear was the thundering of my own heartbeat. We’d been through so much already—planning the wedding, moving in together, figuring out how to be a family. And now, this. Surrogacy. The process of bringing our children into this world. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. There was no manual for this. But I wasn’t prepared for how overwhelming it would feel. How it would tug at my emotions, leaving me in a state of constant worry and doubt. I glanced over at Andrade, who caught my gaze and gave me that reassuring smile—the one that always

ANDRADE The moment I walked into the hospital room, holding Elijah's hand, it felt like the world was spinning in slow motion. The quiet hum of the machines, the faint smell of disinfectant, and the soft murmur of voices all blended into the background as I focused on the little bundle in Elijah's arms. Our second child. Our daughter. She had finally arrived. It was surreal, seeing her tiny face, her little fingers grasping Elijah's finger. I’d felt the rush of love when Javier was born, but this… this was different. There was something about seeing our second child—our girl—lying there, peaceful, that made my heart swell in a way I hadn’t expected. Elijah looked up at me, his tired eyes filled with love and exhaustion. I could see the pride in his face, the same pride I felt in mine. Our family had just grown again. “It’s a girl,” Elijah whispered softly, still in awe, looking down at her. His voice was filled with wonder and joy. “I can’t believe we have a daught

ANDRADE Not peaceful. Not calm. Just quiet in that way that made every sound inside my head louder. The ticking of the wall clock. The hum of the coffee maker. The faint noise of the ocean outside, distant but constant, like it was watching us. The kids were on the living room rug, sitting cross-legged with Elijah. Javier was lining up his toy cars with obsessive focus. He is so sweet. Too calm. While on the other hand, Daphne—always fiery, always stubborn—was leaning against Elijah's thigh, half distracted, chewing on the sleeve of her hoodie. He looked normal. Too normal. I stood by the window, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring at nothing. I’d been there for almost ten minutes without moving. Elijah noticed. He always did. “Andrade,” he said quietly. “You’re gonna crack the glass if you keep glaring like that.” I didn’t answer. He sighed, gentle, patient in that way that still caught me off guard after all these years. “Come sit,” he said. “You’re making me nervous.