All Chapters of Puck with the devil : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The towering iron gates of the Dimitri estate parted like the silver jaws of a mythical beast, gleaming beneath the harsh glare of halogen floodlights and cutting through the dense evening fog. As Bella’s beat-up sedan rattled across the slick, cobblestone driveway, my stomach churned in violent, nauseating flips. Every yard we drove further into the estate felt like stepping completely out of my own skin, leaving behind the innocent girl who drew fashion sketches and dreamt of quiet, ordinary love.In the seat beside me, Bella gripped the leather steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned ghostly white. "We can still turn around, Irene," she whispered, her voice cracking with pure guilt as the towering silhouette of the glass mansion rose before us. "We can find another way. I’ll sell my car, I’ll beg my parents for a loan, I’ll—""No," I cut her off gently, my voice surprisingly steady despite the rapid, painful hammering of my heart against my ribs. I looked down at my lap, star

The heavy velvet curtains kept the morning sun at bay, plunging the massive master suite into a deep, luxurious twilight. When I woke up, I felt something soft beneath me. It was a stark contrast to my usual cold, empty mornings. Two slender arms kept clinging to me, anchoring me to the mattress. I blinked, waiting for the usual surge of irritation that came whenever anyone dared to touch me without permission. But the anger never arrived. Instead, I felt a strange wave of happiness, completely cool with the fact that I wasn't alone.I looked down at the person wrapped securely in my arms. Last night’s memories came rushing back in a vivid, searing wave—the desperate heat, the quiet whimpers, and the way she had surrendered to my overwhelming strength. A slow, rare smile broke across my face. Looking at her flushed, sleeping face, only one solid thought remained in my mind: this little lady under me was mine forever."You're now mine, kitten," I whispered, my voice deep and raspy from

The air in the office went entirely still. I felt the heavy bag of money in my hands suddenly feel like dead weight. I stared at the physician, my chest tightening so hard it was difficult to draw breath."You mean you don't even know who paid off my dad's fees?" I asked, my voice cracking with pure shock.Dr. Holland offered a sympathetic but definitive shake of his head. "I don’t, Irene. The accounting department simply informed me that the entire balance, including the advanced surgical costs and post-operative care, was settled in full early this morning."Bella stepped closer, gripping my hand tightly, her own eyes wide with disbelief. "Not even a note? Or a message? Or any tiny clue left behind by whoever did it?""Not even a clue, my dear," Dr. Holland replied, his tone gentle. He adjusted his glasses, checking the tablet on his desk. "The payment came through an encrypted corporate account. But regardless of who did it, it couldn't have happened at a better time. Right now, as