All Chapters of Hiding The Devil Billionaire's Daughter : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

chap 9THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Sera was still catching her breath, jaw tight with lingering irritation, as she registered the shift in the room’s energy. She heard the tremor in Shein’s voice—fear, undisguised. The air itself felt thick, a palpable darkness that urged her to grip the bedsheets until her knuckles burned. Lucian hadn’t uttered a word in her direction, yet she felt the weight of his anger, a stifling presence. “You know how much I hate repeating myself, Shein.” The change in his voice made her freeze. It was just as she had thought before—she could read his mood even in his most neutral tone, and now it was colder than glacial ice. Like standing before a predator poised to strike. “What did she do to you, Sera?” Lucian’s voice was low, each word precise. Sera swallowed hard. The answer was simple—she threw a bag at me, grabbed my hair—but she couldn’t predict his reaction. Before she could speak, Shein int

chap 11THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW “Who’s there?” Sera called out again when no voice answered the sound of the door opening. Because she was completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing on her body—only her hands covering her most intimate places. And she hadn’t shaved in days. God, the fine curls of hair felt so embarrassing. She’d wanted to take care of it, but with her sight gone, she couldn’t see well enough to manage it on her own. “H-Hello? L-Lucian? Is that you?” she whispered, her throat tight when silence stretched on. “I can’t stay like this forever,” she muttered to herself. Maybe no one had come in at all. Maybe the wind had just pushed the door open. Besides, she was sure Lucian had left—no one else would dare open her door. If it were Lola Cathy, she would have spoken up already. Slowly, Sera let her hands drop from her chest and hips, letting out a soft sigh as she convinced herself the ro

chap 13THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW “What’s that?” Sera’s sleepy voice drifted over as Lucian stepped out of the kitchen, a steaming pot of stew in his hands. He raised an eyebrow—how had she made it all the way here without anyone guiding her? “How did you even get to—” “Good morning, best friend!” Lucian’s question died on his lips as his friend’s voice rang out—Kidd had been staying at the house for nearly a week now. “Ah... right,” Lucian muttered, realizing Kidd must have led her here. He shook his head and set the pot on the table. “Caldereta. That’s what we’re having.” Sera laughed at his blunt reply. “Wow—feels like there’s a feast every day with all the food you cook.” “Yep! She’s not wrong,” Kidd chimed in, carrying plates to the table and setting them down with a clatter. Lucian shot both of them a pointed look. “Complaining now? If you don’t like what I make, feel free to skip meals