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She's the key. I turned the words over slowly in my mind, the way you turn something over when you're trying to feel the edges of it and understand its shape. Key to what? This marriage? Something larger than this marriage? Something that had been decided and arranged and set in motion long before a man named Alaric Virelli arrived in the rain outside Dorian's house and said two words that changed everything? I heard movement from behind the door, a chair, footsteps adjusting, and I moved before I had consciously decided to, stepping quickly and quietly past the door and down the corridor and not stopping until I had turned the corner.

Devon blurted out instantly. I closed my eyes briefly. He was such a big idiot. The board members exchanged confused looks immediately. Devon kept talking before anyone could interrupt him. “He’s been acting suspicious for weeks,” he continued quickly. “He suddenly became stronger overnight and Caleb has been helping him hide things.” “Hide what exactly?” one of the female board members asked sharply. “A spell book,” Devon answered immediately. “Or pieces of one.” I genuinely regretted not strangling him earlier. The older board member looked toward me finally. “Lucien Ashen,” he said calmly. “Would you like to explain what exactly Mr. Beaumont is rambling about?”

“Wait a minute... the woman was stunned. This well built body.... Yes, this was the one! No! No! It couldn’t be!” “This man in front of me was the devil man? No wonder he didn’t say a word since the very beginning. The woman was devastated all of the sudden. She screamed “ah! you bastard! How could this be! The woman was completely shattered. “The devil man turned out to be him?”

“For the desires that were left behind And the ties that were never tied, For the good that was thrown in well And the sadness that was wept, He shall come back to mend what was broken, To redeem the betrayal that was hung heavily in the air, To bow in front of breaths that died seeking his affection. A time will arrive when the devil will redeem for the sins he committed with passion. Because sometimes, one life isn’t enough for redemption.” The witch announced, and the deadly silence evaporated with the hope of a new sunrise.

The speak of the devil. Third person's pov. Rose didn't know about what events were going to happen with her in future. More pain, More betrayal, More depression.

his voice became heavier and deep. Luca clenched his jaw. "We'll see.." were his final words. As he was about to rest,something buzzed beside Aurora and then a ringtone played through. At first he ignored it..trying to tell himself that he has no business with her privacy. However,when the call persisted he was forced to go against his mindset. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the caller. "2nd Devil" Hey beautiful people! Trust you're enjoying the story..don't forget to vote and include in your library.

I ask getting right into it. He smiles shaking his head. “Well, it’s the end of the Devil’s series. The conclusion everyone has been waiting for…” he says softly. My eyes widen. “There won’t be another book after this? I remember the ending of The devil’s daughter. Mia still had to find the holy sword and Goal and Tolk is still trapped in heaven. How could one book be enough to explain all of that?” I ask in shock. I wasn’t expecting this to be the end.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

She spoke out in a confident and decisive tone. " Little bunny," he was more than amused, " you don't make a deal with the devil! " He warns. That didn't scare her, as she spoke out." I already have" He let out devilish laughter, as the building vibrates in response as if experiencing an earthquake. His gaze travels back to the bunny, " SHE IS MINE!" His tone was so firm, claiming her before the Mafia Lords.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.