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And together with Levi, we made our way to the basement were the torture chamber is. Levi and I when to the torture chamber were Marcus was bounded to a chair and a cloth was tied over his eyes. I signal to one of my men standing and he removed the cloth from Marcus' eyes. Immediately the cloth was removed, Marcus began to tremble when he saw me. I smile in satisfaction as I move closer to him. The closer I get to him, the more terrified he becomes. Good! He should be scared because today he is going to find out why I am called the Devil Alpha.

"Dear Mr. Yosefa. Maybe I was crazy because I wanted to fight you. It's just that sir, I will not easily lose. I assure you that you will not be able to forget me." Regi really didn't know what he was doing at that time. She only knew he wanted to silence Gerand among his powers that seemed to control the world. Whereas this world belongs to God, not Gerand. Then why does he want to control Regi's life where he is an outsider. If time and circumstances really weren't on his side, Regi would probably use that connection even though he wasn't too sure of it. Even so, instead of spending a miserable life with Gerand, it would be better if Regi begged someone who could help him!

he asked already knowing the answer. She nodded, “It is. She found her way back into our world and now we have to take her out of it”

“Then we build. On their ashes.” Ayla’s lips curved into a slow smile. She raised her glass, eyes locked on his. “Ashes and empire.” His mouth twitched into a smirk, the kind that promised ruin and rebirth in equal measure. “Exactly.” Their glasses clinked softly. Outside, the storm raged on, lightning tearing the sky in two. And within those walls, two predators sat side by side, drinking to the death of kings. The world beyond their penthouse had no idea it had already been marked for fire.

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.

For a moment the two of them sat in silence, watching the global domino effect unfold. Outside, the sun was rising higher now, casting warm light through the dusty window. The world was waking up. And somewhere across the globe, criminals were waking up to find their empires collapsing overnight. Elara finally broke the silence. “Does it feel strange to you?” Dominic looked up. “What does?” She gestured toward the tablet. “All of this.” “Everything falling apart.” He studied the screen again for a moment before answering. “Yes.” “Strange how?” He exhaled slowly.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I said with my gun to his head. “Diego?” That scoundrel Desmond said, he looked like he has seen a ghost. I guess I am a ghost to him now, I guess he thought I was dead but he forgot that it is impossible to kill the Devil, the devil controls Hades, the devil is Hades. “He…Raphael assured me that you are dead.” He said again, his mouth opened in shock, his face looks pale and ghostly like he had just seen a ghost. I smiled to myself, what a fool.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

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.