All Chapters of The Devil's favorite : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rain fell over Manhattan like a warning. The night was thick with smoke, gunpowder, and fear. Inside an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the East River, men stood in silence, waiting for the sound of his steps. Lucian Moretti moved through the corridor with a calm that made even the air freeze. Every sound died when he entered the room. Every eye lowered.He was not loud. He never needed to be. Power clung to him like a second skin, dark and quiet, the kind that demanded obedience without words. He wore black from head to toe, his coat brushing lightly against the concrete floor. His eyes were colder than the rain outside, sharp enough to slice through the lies that filled the air.A trembling man stood in the middle of the room, hands tied behind his back, blood running from a cut above his brow. Two of Lucian’s men, Enzo and Matteo, flanked him like shadows. Enzo was broad and steady, the kind of man who spoke only when spoken to. Matteo had a faint smirk that never reached his ey

The night had barely begun, but Lucian Moretti’s office was already steeped in silence. The lights from the city filtered through the tall windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor. His desk was covered with neatly arranged files, reports, and a single photograph that had not left his sight since morning. Aria Russo. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, glass of whiskey untouched beside him. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before stilling. Every move he made was deliberate, every thought calculated. Yet the image of that girl from the café had remained in his mind longer than it should have. Enzo entered without a word, a thick file in his hand. He placed it on the desk and waited. Lucian lifted his gaze slowly, his expression unreadable. Report. Enzo straightened. We traced the name to Oliver Russo. Confirmed he was part of the Valencia transaction four years ago. Lucian’s jaw tightened slightly. The Valencia deal had been one of his

The mansion felt too quiet, too vast, like it was holding its breath. Aria walked behind Madam Rosa, her steps echoing against the marble floor. Every wall whispered wealth and warning. Every shadow seemed to watch her.Madam Rosa stopped at a double door and turned. Her tone was firm but not unkind. "You'll work here. Keep to your duties. Don't speak unless spoken to. And whatever you do-don't cross him."Aria wanted to ask why everyone spoke about Lucian Moretti like he was both king and curse, but the look in Madam Rosa's eyes silenced her. She nodded instead, swallowing her fear.Hours passed before she saw him again.Lucian entered the grand hall without sound, like the darkness itself obeyed him. His black suit fit perfectly, every movement deliberate. His gaze flicked to her briefly, unreadable, then back to the papers in his hand."You'll work under Madam Rosa's supervision," he said finally, voice deep and steady. "You owe a debt, Miss Russo. You'll repay it here. No argument

The next morning arrived quiet and gray, a thin mist drifting over the garden. Aria woke to the soft hum of rain against the window. For a few blissful seconds, she forgot where she was until she opened her eyes and saw the chandelier, the velvet curtains, the gilded mirror. Reality rushed back. The mansion. The debt. Him.She sighed and rose from the bed. Madam Rosa had left her a uniform on the chair and a note written in crisp handwriting: Report to the library at eight. Do not be late. The clock read seven forty-five.The library was enormous-walls lined with books, the scent of paper and smoke heavy in the air. Lucian stood near the window, a black file in his hand, his back turned to her. He didn't speak at first. The silence stretched until Aria finally said, "You wanted to see me?"Lucian turned slowly, his gaze sharp but unreadable. "Do you know what happens to people who live in my house without understanding the rules?"She crossed her arms. "You mean prisoners?"His lips t

The storm over New York hadn't stopped for two days. The mansion windows rattled with wind, and thunder rolled in the distance like the city itself was restless. Inside, everything felt quieter than usual. Too quiet.Aria sat by the tall window in the library, curled up with a blanket and a book she wasn't reading. Her eyes drifted to the rain instead. Every few hours, she'd catch a glimpse of him-Lucian Moretti-walking through the halls like a ghost in his own palace.He wasn't yelling. He wasn't breaking things. He wasn't the cold, ruthless devil she'd first met. But that made him more dangerous.When Enzo brought her food earlier, she noticed Lucian had been the one who told him to make sure she ate. Again.And when Ivy laughed too loudly at breakfast, teasing that "The Devil has a pet now," Lucian didn't react. His jaw only tightened, and he left the room.Something in him was changing. Something he didn't understand-and didn't want to.That evening, she found him in the wine cell