The Devil's Obsession With The Heiress Novels & Stories

"You forget that God has nothing to do with this. The devil, however, is very present, and he will do as he pleases, just as you wanted. So, I suggest you shut up and take it all, baby." I can't help but take pride in the way Lily's makeup runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks as if she's been crying for days. She's picture fucking perfect, and I look forward to more nights like this. Never in a million years did I think I would ever have this angel in my life. I knew what I wanted and what I would do to make it happen, but for a while, I thought I would have to let her go. I didn't think she would ever forgive me, but she did, and now, she's mine. Who knew that all it took w

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

“Looks very convincing.” Next headline. “Harry: The New Face of House Valemont.” The corners of my mouth twitch downward as I grip the glossy edge tighter. Then another one. “Dead Heiress, Fled with Secret Lover.” I look up, and Chase is sprawled on the couch now, legs up, watching silently. I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.”

“Oh, don’t tell me this is about that maid you summoned? I heard you called her back here.” I stiffened. “And who told you that?” “you sent caleb for her" everyone saw that! Don't you think it's a disrespect to me your FIANCE! She half shrieked! I peeled her arm off mine. “Stop fishing, Zara. I summoned her because her father’s debt isn’t paid. That’s all you need to know.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to read me. “Really?” she said slowly. “You’re dragging that poor girl all the way back here over some debt?”

If you keep acting like a simp, you’ll only make the male lead hate you more. [You have to become a vicious heiress to win your crazy childhood friend’s heart.] [Otherwise, once Gabert turns into a devil, he’ll make anyone he dislikes disappear, including you, crybaby.] My heart trembled. In my previous life, it was because I kept acting like his devoted lapdog that Gabert locked me in a basement and tortured me miserably. Thinking of that, my shoulders trembled with fear, and I quietly sobbed. Seeing my tears, impatience crept up on Gabert’s face.

And perhaps that was exactly what he would do if he ever discovered how I felt. I closed my eyes for a moment. I could already imagine my father's reaction. He would tell me that Brian wasn't suitable. He would remind me who I was. He would remind me that I was the Davidson heiress. He would probably ask what I could possibly see in a man who had nothing to offer me. And I wouldn't know how to answer. Because Brian hadn't offered me anything. That was the truth. He hadn't chased me. He hadn't flirted with me. He hadn't promised me anything. I was the one who had started feeling this way. I was the one who couldn't stop thinking about him.

His fever had not gone away, but his gaze had become sharp again. “Show yourself,” he said. A quiet laugh came through the speaker. “The Devil's Heir. Still making demands while someone else holds the gun.” “Come closer and we'll see who holds it.” “Your condition makes that threat less convincing.” I hated that the man was right. Lorenzo could barely remain upright, and Marco was bleeding through his shirt. We had two injured men, one furious woman, and Arthur, whose secrets were

"I did not hire you to be decorative." "Then take my professional assessment seriously." She softened her voice, because she hadn't meant it as a fight. She'd meant it as a correction. "Callum is watching us. He's not convinced. And Callum is not stupid — if he's not convinced, eventually other people won't be either. We go to this party, we're warm and slightly physical and clearly comfortable together, and Callum goes home satisfied and stops running his private investigation." The almost-smile appeared, thin but present. "His private investigation."

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

“Did my darling want more than what she got?” Chiara blushed, now feeling embarrassed. Dante noticed her embarrassment but remained unfazed. “If you want more, beg for it. You were about to come, weren’t you?” Chiara looked away, feeling nothing but hatred toward herself. She had promised herself that she would never react to Dante this way. “I’m not going to beg,” she said firmly—her voice sounding small and lacking the conviction she needed. Dante’s features darkened, and he slid her underwear toward her.