All Chapters of Healing The Devil I Once Loved: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ZARIA 112:As I watched Rai laugh between mouthfuls of sweets while Mama Li scolded him softly, I made a silent promise.No one will use this village against me. And if someone out there thought tonight was practice for something worse… They would find out very quickly that I am not as helpless as I look.Eric did not respond for a few seconds, then he said softly, “You sound like you are saying goodbye.”“I am not,” I replied quickly.But even I did not fully believe that, I looked away.______________________As the laughter and noise began to spill out of the guest house into the night, I remained behind for a moment. I could tell the villagers' presence was inconveniencing the men, but they were good at masking their irritation.I took a deep breath. If not for them, I would be crying over my missing son or the dead body of my son. None was pleasant to imagine. Therefore, it was courtesy to thank these kind men, despite my suspicions. “Gerald. Eric.”They paused immediately.“An

RENZO 114:Five years.Five long, grinding years of sweat, blood, and ambition.I leaned back in my sleek black leather chair, watching the city skyline outside my floor-to-ceiling windows.I had stood here five years ago, confused, lost, but now, everything I touched… multiplied. Cafés, boutiques, shipping companies, tech startups… the world saw them as legitimate, ordinary enterprises, and yet every contract, every invoice, every bank transfer silently turned into wealth.I had built my dominion brick by brick, until my father’s shadow no longer dictated over me.However… the reality of my wealth wasn't… clean. The basement or my so-called “repositioning room” was cleaned of blood every morning because every man I had brought in was tested daily. As for the weak, the corrupt, and the foolish, I dealt with them.I had a ritual. Asher and Hawk would read names aloud, assess my men's performances, and report their evaluations to ensure that what happened with Yakov wouldn't happen

RENZO 116:I typed questions into my translator app, asking for the first village I should stop at, the one with quiet houses and narrow paths. The app translated my words into Mandarin, and the driver repeated them for the villagers once we arrived.I could feel the isolation of the place. Hawk’s instructions had been clear: this was where the healer lived, in the small village where locals rarely traveled outside. I checked my watch; the sun was high but not yet oppressive. Perfect timing.We arrived at the village just as the driver slowed down. It was small, clean, and quiet, surrounded by low mountains. The houses were simple, wooden, with smoke rising from chimneys, the air was so cool and calm.A few people were walking along the dirt paths, staring at me with curious expressions. A short woman with streaks of white hair appeared at the edge of the road, stepping toward the car.The moment I saw her, she stopped, her eyes locking on me. She was wearing a red polo shirt with

ZARIA 118:Darkness swallowed everything.But when I woke again, the world had changed so quietly that sometimes I wondered if that night had truly been the end of the girl I used to be.Eight years.Eight whole years had passed since the last time I heard anything about Renzo.At first, I counted every day. Then every week. Then every month. Somewhere along the years, the counting stopped because it only made my heart heavier.After what happened to Rai that night and everything that followed, I could not remain in Mama Li’s house anymore. The compound had once felt like warmth and family, but slowly it began to feel like a place full of memories that refused to heal.So a year later, I packed my small belongings quietly.Mama Li cried and tried to stop me. Uncle Thomas said nothing for a long time before finally nodding slowly as if he had always known that day would come.“I am not leaving you,” I had told them gently. “I am only moving to town. You can come visit me every day, Mam

RENZO 120:Anne frowned and pulled out a tablet from under her arm. “No,” she said slowly. “I checked it well.”She began typing quickly. Her fingers moved across the screen while her eyes scanned through information.“Yes,” she said again after a moment. “I did.”She turned the screen slightly as if to show proof. That was when I leaned forward slightly.“It isn’t real.”Anne froze. Her face drained of color so fast that it was almost impressive.She looked from the screen to me.Then to Zaria.Then back to me again.Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.Zaria watched the entire exchange with narrowed eyes. “You silly girl,” she said bitterly.Anne shrank slightly.Zaria turned back toward me immediately. Her patience had clearly run out. “Fucking sign the papers, Renzo.”There it was again.Now that… that was interesting. Because the envelope had arrived at my office one month ago, untraceable… and almost impressive. Except for one tiny problem. The moment I saw the handwriting o