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David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

she asked Adina as they sat together, sipping tea. Adina sighed, looking thoughtful. "Dante has had a difficult life. He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his uncle, who was a cruel man. Dante learned to be tough, to protect himself and those he cares about. He may seem like a monster, but there's more to him than that." She pondered Adina's words, feeling a strange sense of empathy for Dante. Despite his harsh exterior, he had shown her a side of himself that was protective and caring. She found her heart softening towards him, wondering if there was a way to reach the man behind the facade.

His screams filled the air, bouncing off the cold, hard walls. "Almost forgot," Dmitry muttered, reaching into his pocket. He withdrew a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he turned back to the older man. The man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He struggled against the ropes that bound him, but it was futile. Dmitry walked up to him, the cigarette dangling from his lips, and pressed its cherry against the man's cheek. The man's flesh sizzled as the heat from the cigarette seared it.

Dante was standing and waiting for her, when she arrived after such a long time, he pointed at the couch. “Sit there." Grace turned at that time to look at him and that was when she saw it… A gasp left her lips on realizing who he was and whom she had just followed home. Wasn't that Dante? Dante De Luca? The cousin to the famous Marco De Luca? The owner of Devil's Den? It was him indeed. She hadn't gotten a good view of his face back outside since she was so focused on trying to get herself out of jail, even when the police hadn't even come for her yet.

“You’re clever, I’ll give you that.” “Clever is how I stay alive.” Dante leaned closer across the table, his cologne drifting faintly—smoke, cedar, a shadow sharpened by steel. “Clever is how people think they’ll survive me.” For the first time, Valentina felt her throat tighten. Not fear, not quite. Something darker, something that made her want to laugh in his face, even as her pulse kicked against her ribs. “Tell me, Miss Bellamy,” Dante said softly, “what’s your favorite game? Poker Roulette?” His gaze dropped briefly to her mouth, then back to her eye. “Or is it lying to men who could kill you with a word?”

She stared in disbelief at Dante. “You... You slapped me?” Camilla stared in disbelief at Dante. Her eyes looked teary. Natalie herself was surprised to see that. Camilla’s slap had been painful, but Dante’s slap must have been much more painful. Even the corner of the woman’s lips was cut to the point of dripping blood. At that moment, Dante looked very scary. His gaze was sharp and cold on Camilla. His expression was hard. He looked like a demon filled with a murderous aura.

She wouldn’t dare to say a word. Dante’s expression softened, but only slightly. “Good girl. Now, take your clothes off for Daddy.” His voice turned smooth, almost so soft. Valentina’s hands kept shaking as she took off her nightgown over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, and Dante’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes, that’s how I like to see them. Dangling, waving at me.” He stepped closer, his hands brushing her cheeks. “Now bend for Daddy, like always.”

Dante’s annoyance with Darlyn was evident as he replied, “Don’t worry about her, Lyza. She’s not my mate, and I don’t care about her. She hurt you, she will experience my wrath,” I felt a surge of pleasure at his words, and I leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. We danced more intimately now, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but get lost in the moment. But then, I saw Darlyn storming towards us, her eyes blazing with fury. “Dante, why are you dancing with this slut?” she demanded, her voice full of venom.

He pointed the Kirin’s antler slightly cracked on both sides with fading yellow sparks seen on it to her. “Look who’s afraid~” Dante said, “One could misunderstood this scenery not knowing you guys were the ones who attacked me first… gosh.” The lady didn’t say a word but slightly shivered while her eyes were fixated to Dante’s, only her heterochromia eyes could tell she wasn’t indisposed by the Divine Humane in front of her but why was she shivering? “Hmm, where have your tamed creature ran off to?” Behind Dante a glowing blue eyes illuminated within the fog then disappeared. The lady took a glimpse at it then stared back at Dante.