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Minutes later, she walked down the polished stairs, her heart pounding as soon as she caught sight of the bastard. Damn it. It was fucking unfair. Devils weren't supposed to be this alluring and flawlessly imperfect. In a charcoal suit and the top button open, hair sleek to perfection and accentuating those striking beautiful features, the greatest demon of all the ones that haunted her made the dark glow. Her first instinct was to turn around and run back to the room, but it would only show the bastard that he had gotten to her. Elena had changed into comfortable pants and a cardigan, her face scrubbed free of make-up, and her hair swept upwards in a messy bun.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

‎Until the emerald dress is swallowed by silk and diamonds and everything I can never give her again. ‎Babya pats my cheek. ‎“Come, darling. Let me introduce you to Senator Delgado’s daughter. Red dress, legs for days—” ‎I let her drag me. ‎Smile when I’m supposed to. ‎Shake hands. ‎Nod at the right times. ‎But inside I’m bleeding. ‎Inside I’m the man on his knees in the gravel two years ago, whispering her name into the dark. ‎And then the universe—cruel, hilarious bastard that it is—decides one gut punch isn’t enough.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

He was going to get married. Everything he showed me… all of it was fake. The way he defended me, the way he stood by my side—it was all just an act. In the end, he still chose the woman who could offer him everything. Status. Power. Influence. And really… who wouldn’t? Who in their right mind would choose someone like me? I had no degree. No wealth. Nothing to offer. All the things Fredrin said before—they were lies. Fabien wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t some man who sold women.

“Oh, come now. Maybe the little bride fought back. Or maybe something more interesting crawled in through the balcony. We all know how careful we must be with devils in the family.” Darius’s muscles tensed above me. I could feel the heat of his skin through his open tunic, the rapid beat of his heart against my chest. “Call me devil one more time, Seraphina, and I’ll make sure Father hears how you enjoy spreading poison in his own house.” Her smile faltered for half a second, but she recovered fast. “Threats already? On your wedding night? How romantic.” I couldn’t stay silent anymore. My voice came out shaky but clear. “Leave us alone. We’ve done what was required. The alliance stands.”

“ If I were to ask you deeply what you wanted to happen to charice, what would that be? “ Her eyes went pure red, her other personality Rose came out, the one vile and filled with anger. “ I want her to go somewhere and never return, I want her to die. “ I had a dark smile on my face, I was finally crafting ava to be the Devil's bride. When she realised the danger in her words, she shuddered, ashamed to have said it. “ Don't feel guilt, there is no harm in wanting someone to cease exists, especially if you are my one. “ She played with her pen, not writing a jot on her test paper. “ What if I told you that charice wouldn't make it home today, and she never comes back as you wanted? “ I asked

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

Inviting me to a forbidden dinner. And I'm going rabid… licking my lips… I watch as she slowly moves her delicate fingers across her wet peach. I swallow. I understand now why men went to war. "Come now, Jude, I know you want to," she says, a wicked smile creeping on her face. My Clothes vanish one by one, the sound of my shirt ripping sending shocks through my body. Self-control disintegrates. All that’s left is skin and breath and everything she has promised. She tastes like memory and regret.

A deal with a devil is equal to inviting hell before death. _______________________________________ Alright, guys before you exit the chapter kindly read this paragraph. I need your support guys. Please help me. My other book called Damon's Possession is being copied word to word by some shameless person who shamelessly refusing that she has copied my work. So it's a humble request please go to Mangatoons and report a book Dark Romance by Slave of almighty. Report the book it's a word to word copy of my Damon's Possession. The lady didn't even care to change a lot of names of characters and also it's a copy-paste of my book.