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Devan replied nonchalantly, irritating Lisa even more. "Why did you wake me up? Need help?" Lisa asked sarcastically. "No, I just wanted to ask where the bathroom is," Devan replied. "Are you capable of walking on your own?" Lisa asked mockingly. "It's better to walk to the bathroom myself than pee in this diaper," Devan replied without looking at Lisa. Lisa chuckled softly, covering her mouth. She had indeed put a diaper on Devan when he was unconscious, as she couldn't lift him alone to the bathroom.

Two other men were just staring at me, waiting for their boss to gavel down the official decree to finally castigate me if I ever try to lie to their Alpha's face. I gulped and stared back at the Alpha who just suddenly barged into my temple asking me to find 'her'. This Alpha is none other than the infamous Devon Guillermo from Black Dew Pack located in New York City. He is famous for his 2-mile-rule border to each neighboring pack. Everyone literally hated him for his ruthlessness and unreasonable bounty-hunting prowess. He liked hunting the Most-wanted rogues all over South America. He would either make slaves out of them or kill them slowly. He is the epitome of a punisher. His methods a

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

Her chin was lifted, her eyes blazing blue fire in defiance, but I could see the truth beneath it—the tremor of rage, the silent scream trapped in her throat. My father’s voice boomed across the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Richard Devlin announced, arms spread wide like a god claiming his world. “Tonight marks a new union. A partnership not only of business, but of blood.” The crowd hushed, leaning forward like vultures circling a kill. “My son, Lucian Devlin, and Beverley Austin, shall be wed.” Thunderous applause exploded, hollow and sharp. --- (Beverley’s POV) It was deafening, the applause. A thousand hands clapping for my chains.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Tidus and I got up from where we were sitting and walked towards the exit. "When we return, we want Laila and Lidya to be conscious and in this room, alive, healthy, and smiling!" I threaten Devanna. Devanna nodded quickly and clasped her hands together like she was pleading. is it that terrible? The condition of my father? “You have to kill Balthier, Blaze. Even though he is your brother ... he will continue to be a parasite and a virus for the life of you and your father. I… I saw him do something really outrageous!” Devanna spoke in a trembling voice and tears welled up in her eyes.

LUMINE MOON The irritating phone call tone woke me. Ugh... I couldn't even get enough sleep. Who the hell dares to call me this early morning and disturb my sleep? I groaned and reached for my phone above the bedside table. With one eye, I checked which devil dares to wake me. "It's the devious heiress!" I fell off the bed, but like a ninja, I quickly got on my feet. I checked the screen again. Waaa! It really is her! In fear, I throw my phone to only the devil knows where after knowing which devil called me.

Charitee's continuous sobs, lingering in my ears, are the most painful sounds I have ever heard in my entire life. "Charitee... b-babe..." I tried reaching for her hands, but she took a step backward. It was as if I was some kind of disgusting thing she wanted to avoid. It's fucking painful! "Babe, I'm sorry. That was just a mistake. It wasn't my intention. Cheating with another woman is the last thing I would do to you--"