Deuce Spade Novels & Stories

Present day ~Serena~ “Who is this Alister Kaine?” Spade asked from the front passenger seat of the SUV we borrowed from Alpha Seth. Declan was behind the wheels. I sensed that if I took shotgun, Spade would pout like a kid in the backseat. I don’t know what was up with him. I thought he was already on Declan’s side since he told him about the oblivion, now he’s acting like a jealous boyfriend. But then again, Spade was a complex being. He does things that might look out on the whim, but he has a bigger intention in mind.

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of

Both were smiling. I recognized the taller one immediately. Younger, softer, but unmistakable. Ralph. The other boy looked like him. Brother? Cousin? His smile was wider, more relaxed. Like he didn't have a care in the world. I turned the photograph over. In a neat unfamiliar handwriting, there was a little writeup. “The heir and the decoy.” “One was hidden.” “One was chosen.” “Guess which one you're marrying.” The blood drained from my face. "What is it?" Marco asked. "What does it say?"

Chapter 8 The marble hallways on the 18th floor of Velmore Capital were silent, save for a firm step that advanced without hurry, yet without hesitation. The glass walls reflected light and shadow, revealing more than they concealed. A female figure emerged with the relentless calm of someone who knows exactly where she’s going. Her pearl-colored dress delicately outlined a composed presence, while a long, dark blue coat—carefully fitted—wrapped her in the elegance of a deliberate gesture. Each step seemed marked by an invisible metronome: measured, precise, leaving no room for distractions or doubts.

The uncertainty made me sad once more. I turned away from the window and glanced around the small one-bedroom cabin. It wasn’t built for two people; it barely had enough space for one. That raised a question—where did he sleep? The thought unsettled me. Then, as if summoned by my curiosity, I saw him through the window. Keiran Ackerman, the Gamma of the Blood Moon Pack, he was walking toward the cabin with a dead deer slung over his broad shoulders. His movements were effortless, his body moving with a lethal grace that only trained killers possessed.

“I really admire how you appreciate jewelry, Odessa. The Artemis ring was really hard to come by since it wasn’t auctioned until last year.” Reagan was bored with the talk, and so are the other men. “Oh, I didn’t get to attend the auction since we were in Bali for a vacation. We were supposed to return for the auction but Reagan was---” “Demyan, how about getting married first before my son? It’s the only competition you can win against him.” And with that, Reagan got stepped on by his wife again. “Once this project is over, surely we’ll plan about that”, Demyan replied, trying to sound alive.

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Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

I could barely breathe as I scrolled down, the article unfolding like a nightmare: In a shocking turn of events, Adrian Blackwood, grandson of the late billionaire patriarch Arthur Blackwood, is on the verge of losing his inheritance. According to an inside source, Adrian, who was set to inherit his grandfather’s vast fortune on the condition that he marry the woman chosen by the patriarch, has been living a lie for the past four years. Sources reveal that Adrian, instead of marrying the woman handpicked by his grandfather, secretly wed another Vanessa, a young woman reportedly coerced into playing the role of the ‘chosen one.’ This deception, aimed at fulfilling the stipulations of the will

"I'm glad you said 'many'. You, my dear, have a lot of enemies that even I don't seem to fathom how you were able to amass such a great number." "The number of people who have access to the drugs or know its location are just a handful. And from the tone of your voice, you sound like you know who must've done it. Who is it?" Queenie's cold eyes surprised Deborah. "Well, you're right. I do know who it is but are you ready to know who it is?" She asked and Queenie's eyes narrowed. "His name is Damon but he also goes by the name Mishael Wade."