All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S HEIR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"ATTACK!! KILL HIM!!" Victor screamed hysterically, pressing the knife harder against Isabella's throat, drawing more blood.But before anyone could even pull their triggers...BANG! BANG! BANG!Gunshots erupted from all directions.But the bullets weren't coming for me.They rained down from the shadows! From the catwalks above! From every ventilation duct and hidden corner of the warehouse!My snipers! My hidden elite forces!"WHAT?!!" Victor screamed in absolute shock, his eyes bulging out of his skull. "HOW?! WHO ARE THESE MEN?!"I stood tall in the middle of the storm of bullets, looking at them with eyes burning with hellfire."You thought this was a trap for me?" I laughed maniacally, the sound echoing like thunder. "You fools! You walked right into my graveyard! You thought I came here unprepared?!"I grabbed a submachine gun from one of the falling enemies and returned fire with deadly precision.BANG! BANG! BANG!Men fell left and right.I moved like a phantom, dodging bulle

POV IsabellaTHE MORNING AFTERThe first rays of sunlight pierced through the heavy curtains, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a strange heaviness all over my body. My muscles ached, my skin felt sensitive, and my mind was still foggy with the memories of last night.Gunfire. Explosions. Blood. Fear.I sat up abruptly, gasping for air, my heart racing wildly."No... no..." I whispered, looking around frantically. Where was I? Was I still tied to that chair? Was I still in that dark warehouse?But then, my eyes adjusted to the light.I was in a huge, luxurious bedroom. The room was decorated in dark colors, expensive furniture, and soft silk sheets. The air smelled of expensive cologne and something else... something warm and comforting.And then I felt it.An arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close.A warm body pressed against my back.A steady heartbeat beating against my skin.I turned my head slowly.He was sleeping.

POV AlexanderOne month had passed since that bloody night at the warehouse.One month since I killed Vladimir.One month since I reclaimed my throne.Life had returned to normal, but it was a new kind of normal. The mansion was repaired, shining even brighter than before. The organization was running smoothly under my absolute control. Everyone bowed their heads when I walked by. Everyone feared me. Everyone respected me.But inside this house... everything was warm.Everything was soft.Because of her.I stood by the large window of my office, looking down at the garden below. And there she was. Isabella.She was wearing a simple white summer dress, walking barefoot on the green grass, holding a book in her hands. The sunlight hit her hair, making it glow like gold. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful. So pure.My heart tightened in my chest just looking at her."You are staring again, Boss," Dimitri's voice broke the silence.I didn't turn around. "Am I?""Yes," Dimitri chuckled s

POV IsabellaThe morning sun was shining brightly, but the atmosphere inside the mansion was still heavy with the tension from last night. Everyone was walking on eggshells, afraid to make a sound or look at the Boss the wrong way. The incident with Lorenzo was still fresh in everyone's memory.But inside our room, everything was warm and peaceful.I woke up feeling Alexander's strong arms wrapped tightly around me, as if he was afraid that if he let go, I would disappear. I turned around to face him. He was still sleeping, his long dark lashes resting on his cheeks, his breathing slow and steady.I traced the line of his jaw with my finger, smiling softly.He could be so violent and terrifying to the world, but to me... he was just a man who loved me too much. A man who needed me as much as I needed him."I love you, Alex," I whispered silently, kissing his chest right above his heart.I carefully slipped out of bed, wanting to let him sleep a little longer. He had been working so ha

POV IsabellaThree days had passed since I found that letter.Three days of heavy silence hanging between us.I didn't bring it up again, and neither did Alexander. But it was there, floating in the air like a dark cloud. It changed everything. Every time he looked at me, I saw a mixture of love and fear in his eyes. And every time I looked at him, I couldn't help but remember those words: One must die... so the other can live.I tried to be normal. I tried to smile. I tried to act like nothing happened.But it was hard.It was hard to enjoy our happiness when I knew that doom was waiting for us.Alexander was being even more protective than before. He barely let me out of his sight. If he had to work, he would take me to his study and make me sit on the sofa near his desk. He held my hand constantly, as if checking that I was still real, still there.He was afraid of losing me.And I was afraid of losing him.It was a rainy afternoon.I was sitting in the garden room, reading a book,