All Chapters of Devoured by His Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I never thought I would see myself like this. Standing in front of a mirror. Wearing a wedding gown. Getting ready to marry Rafael Montero. For a few seconds, I simply stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the girl looking back at me. The gown was beautiful. It's more beautiful than anything I had ever imagined wearing. It had been specially designed and made in France, just for me. The fitted bodice hugged my figure perfectly, covered in delicate embroidery that shimmered whenever I moved. The long sleeves were made of soft lace, while the skirt fell gracefully to the floor, forming a long train behind me. My veil had already been pinned into my hair, its sheer fabric falling softly down my back. Everything looked perfect. I slowly touched the small necklace resting against my collarbone and took a deep breath. Today was the day. I was getting married. I almost laughed at the thought. Rafael Montero. Rafael was once my biggest academic rival, the

Hi, my dearest readers! Thank you so much for reading Devoured by His Love, The Elite Heirs Series 1, and for staying with me until the very end. Thank you for staying with Rafael and Annika through their rivalry, arguments, jealousy, love, marriage, and all the unexpected twists along the way. I hope you enjoyed their journey as much as I enjoyed writing it. Their story may have ended, but the world of Westbridge University still has so many stories left to tell. And this time, it’s Diego Alvarez and Kate Villanueva’s turn. Diego is one of Rafael Montero’s best friends. He’s charming, reckless, confident, and used to getting attention wherever he goes. He knows exactly how easily people can fall for him, but despite everything, Diego never believed in love and never expected anyone to change his mind. Then there’s Kate. Kate never expected to fall for someone like Diego either. Because sometimes, love begins with the person who annoys you the most. Their story will be Series

Caleb’s POV Months slipped through my fingers before I could even grasp them. It’s strange almost terrifying how time moves differently when you’re holding on to something fragile. Since the night our son almost slipped away from us, every day felt like a test. A trial. A reckoning. Week by week, I watched him slowly come back to life. In the first week, he struggled for every breath. In the second, he managed a small smile. By the end of the first month, he walked down the hallway with my hand in his. And by the third month… He laughed again. He ran again. He told stories with bright eyes Exactly as a five‑year‑old should. With every tiny improvement, a part of me exhaled. But another part one I couldn’t silence only tightened its grip on the anger festering inside me. Five years. Five years she stole from me. Five years of first steps, first words, scraped knees, tiny victories gone. And yet I didn’t raise my voice at her. I didn’t lash o

Caleb’s POV Seattle, Washington, USA Sa bahay na inuupahan ko para sa amin kay Lyra at sa anak namin perfect diba? Para sa mag-ina ko… Pero hindi ko maitatanggi, may galit pa rin ako kay Lyra. Galit sa ginawa niyang paglayo sa akin limang taon na ang nakakaraan, kasama ang anak namin, na noon ay sa kanya lang niya inalagaan. Ang dami kong namiss na pagkakataon bilang ama. Ang dami kong gustong sabihin, ang dami kong gustong iparamdam… Pero wala. Limang taon na nawala. At alam kong kailangan niyang maramdaman iyon. Hindi lang siya basta nagkamali kailangan niyang bayaran ang limang taon na ninakaw niya sa akin at sa anak namin. Kaya bilang parusa, malinaw na ang role niya sa bahay. Hindi kami pantay. Araw-araw, ako ang may hawak ng lahat. Ako ang nagbabantay, nag-oorganisa, nagkokontrol, at pinaparamdam niya sa kanya ang utang na iyon hindi lang sa akin, kundi sa anak namin. Hindi ako marahas sa pisikal, pero ramdam ko ang intensity ng presensya ko sa

Caleb’s POV Pinisil ko ang balakang niya. At lalo pang isinagad ang sarili ko ng paulit-ulit hanggang sa sabay naming marating ang sukdulan. Ako sa loob niya. Siya sa ilalim ko. Parehong nilamon ng silakbo ng emosyon at damdaming matagal nang naipon. Hindi pa man humuhupa ang init sa aming mga katawan, dali-dali ko siyang binuhat Mabilis naman pumulupot ang dalawang braso niya sa leeg ko Pagdating namin sa silid namin ibinaba ko siya sa gitna ng kama. Hinawakan ko ang hita niya at ibinuka ulit iyon dahan-dahan, parang nagbubukas ako ang ng isang regalo. Hinawakan ko ang bewang niya, saka ako muling pumatong. Ramdam ko ang panibagong pagtigas ng alaga ko. Isang mabagal na baon ang ginawa ko dahan-dahan, sinisigurado kong mararamdaman niya ang bawat pulgada ng pagkalalaki ko. “Oh God…” napasinghap siya, napakapit sa balikat ko. Makalipas ang ilang sandali umulos ulit ako this time mas madiin mas sagad “Shit ang sikip mo pa rin,” bulong ko habang tinatanggap niy