All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I already knew that Remy is in love with The Devil. And Chels telling me only manages to make me even more bitter.“I know, Chels.” I admit.Her hold on me slackens, and I think she’s disappointed in me. That I knew and kept going back to his bed. But explaining myself seems like a thing you do when you’re safe and not being hunted down.Still, I don’t look at her face when I scoop her up in my arms. Mostly because I feel immensely guilty about thinking that he’d seen me, Remy had seen me get chased down by his guys. Yes, I’d been in a mask, but this isn’t a movie, he must have known it was me. We locked eyes for the briefest second, and he is yet to come after me.Right now we’re enemies. He’s sent all those guys after me, still… he could have come for me himself. He said he wants to be the one to ruin me. So why did he let his guys chase me down? Why didn’t he come for me?I try not to think these thoughts, but now that they’ve been planted, they’re growing faster than I can thin

REMY TEMPLETONIt’s everything I wanted. To ruin the entire bloodline of the woman that stole the man I loved. But I’m staring at his tear streaked face, and I feel so hollow. I’ve never felt anything like it.I cup his head, watching as the fight seeps from his pores, leaving resignation behind. No. No.This is not what I want. For the first time in my life, I’m not angry. Not at anybody but myself. I did this to him. My actions put this broken expression on his beautiful face.How do I salvage this? I don’t know what to do, what to think. All I’m sure of is that I don’t want him to be heartbroken anymore. I want him to be happy. To give him whatever he wants.“I don’t want that.”He scoffs, a small disbelieving sound, but it reminds me of something Gray had asked me before. He asked if I was sure I won’t regret this. I regret it so much."Then why did you take Chels. She has nothing to do with this. She’s an agent, but you had no right to take her.”“I didn’t take her

I take a few steps back from his words as if I could physically reject the words. It’s impossible that the woman I’d carried and ran for miles was not my partner. My calves are still burning from how far I ran.Remy is lying. He kidnapped her and is lying to avoid charges. I mean, he’s lied to me from the moment we met, there’s no way he isn’t lying to me now.However, a part of me believes what he's saying. It doesn’t even make sense. Chels is not a man. She’s my partner and I trust her.“She is not the man you love, Remy. Put a little more effort into your lies if you want me to believe them.”I know I’m being bitter, but I can’t help it. Not really. I’ve been betrayed in the worst way possible, so I think I have a pass at being bitter just this once.“Not at first.” he informs me,My heart further sinks when he doesn’t correct me. I’m not sure why it hurts even more now. Was I still holding out hope that he cared about me?“You said she suddenly had strength to speak, that’s because

“So he has the special power to just look like someone else?” I ask to change the subject. “It’s ancient Gehenna practice. Demons lately don’t need to subject themselves to such extreme measures since humans are already destructive on their own.”I cut him a glare on behalf of humans everywhere all over the world. But he only shrugs,“A demon is only as high ranking as the number of human following they have. We build that through oaths, they swear their souls to us for little to nothing in exchange.”Huh.It makes sense that the gangs and ordinary people of Brighton Falls sold their souls to Demons to attain the social status and power they have now. And the demons needs souls to rank higher, which means they’d do anything.“Wait, you made me taste you blood, does that mean I swore an oath to you?!”“No. That was me making a blood promise. If I break that promise, you will have the ability to kill me.”What. The. Fuck?Did he just say that casually?“I thought humans cannot kill dem

REMY TEMPLETON The last time I’d seen Icarus’s real face was so long ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. From the moment he learned he could transform into a different person, he stopped looking like himself. It was for short moments in time.I hated it.He was with me, laying in bed with me, and suddenly he’d look like whoever he wanted, and I’d be left laying with a stranger. I held my tongue from complaining, not wanting to spook him, who knows when next he’d return because then, his departure was guaranteed. I just didn’t know when.I’d roll over and he wouldn’t be there where we went to sleep together. And one random morning, I’d wake up to him in my arms. With a stranger’s face.I remember hanging his pictures everywhere, a subtle push to show me his real face again. He didn’t come home for over ten human years after that.Now, I’m going to be face to face with the face I was desperate to see, for the first time in what feels like yea