The Devil's Obsession With The Heiress Novels & Stories

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

“For no reason at all?” “There is a reason,” she said. “Then say it,” I replied. She held my gaze for a moment before continuing. “I need control over how I am seen,” she said. “Right now, that control is not entirely mine.” I did not say anything, so she went on. “My father is trying to arrange something that benefits him,” she explained. “It involves me, and I am not interested in being part of it. I need a way to shift that attention somewhere else, and I need it to look real.”

“No, it's not for protection. It's for assassination. My assassination. Girl, open your eyes and listen to me. They're going to kill you after they kill me. It's a ritual of some sort. They do it every year to renew their pact and covenant of blood with the devil. Alessandro is the devil's favorite and he lives inside of him. Each and everyone here knows. I saw the bruises on you on your wedding day. He will kill you as a sacrifice too. Nobody can save you. Victoria, Valentino serves the devil too. He's getting closer to you so he can use you before Alessandro uses you so he can get more power from the devil.” Jesus Christ. I can't believe she just said that out loud again. Jasmine has reall

​He took a single step forward, his tall frame leaning slightly toward her, and continued in a resolute tone: — "I didn't come here to play a clean game with you, Miss Dana... nor did I travel all this distance for a few millions in the legal investment market. I know exactly who you are, and whose daughter you are... I know the roots you are trying to hide behind this formal suit and luxurious office." ​He paused for a second, observing the impact of his words on her features, before adding with a cryptic side-smile: — "I am here to strike a different kind of deal with you... a deal in the place where you truly belong; the underworld."

Chapter 11 The Devil's Secret Azuka POV Azuka stood alone in his room, watching the rain pour against the old windows. The chapel was quiet tonight, too quiet, but his mind wasn’t. Water slid down the glass in crooked lines, and he followed them without really seeing them. A single candle burned on the desk behind him, and its small light barely reached the corners of the room. The cold of the stone floor had worked its way up through his boots, and he hadn’t noticed.

"You gonna tell her to keep away from the guy?" "I did." "Bang-up job so far," Niccolo muttered with a sarcastic thumbs-up. "You bring her back to New York, and then what? You're gonna get serious with her? Ask her to marry you?" I shut my tired, stinging eyes and reclined on the couch, the bottle of pills in my hand ready and waiting to be emptied. "The fuck do you want me to say?" "Just saying...your mother's no stranger to your father's obsession with collecting young mistresses. But, twenty years later and she's still with him." Niccolo pulled a face. "I just don't get how and why some women put up with that shit."

"If anyone saw your face back there, they'd think we just had our first big couple's argument." His arms disappeared from my waist as soon as those words reached his ears and he frowned. I immediately gripped his wrist before he even had the chance to walk away from me. "It's upsetting that you checked my background like a creep, but you don't need to care about Lucas." I assured him. "I'm not the same kid I used to be back then. If he dares to try anything, I'll break his arm myself. Then again, you'd probably do that before I can..." I shrugged. "I honestly don't get why a so-called devil is so obsessed with me, but it makes me feel....untouchable. You wouldn't let him hurt me, would you?

Determined I gripped his collar and smashed my lips on his but before that, a strong commanding voice, broke all my courage for the night. "Touch her and I promise that she would be the last girl, you will ever touch." Why? Why do things like this only happen to me? I groaned inwardly. But didn't dare to turn towards the owner of the voice, which we all know belongs to the devil himself. R.I.P Tiara Williams. ********************************************************* Hey, guys here is the 6th chapter of savour. Sorry for the late update. But I hope you loved the chapter. Don't forget to vote comment and share. Love you guys.

, which the devil had already told the young woman what it was. Either way, Artemisia knew she couldn't get too distracted in that seasonal coffee shop. She was there for a reason, there was a hearse in front of the mansion that said she would carry and take the young woman to that place. It was Artemisia and only her. Even though that whole scene took place in the mansion, the devil had made it clear, through magic, that it was with the young woman from the Noctavia family that he wanted to talk. The true heiress of the family, by blood.

I huff aside and look at him with a cunning smile, “Why do you pretend as if you’re unaware of what happened to him? Perhaps, you haven’t told your mother yet, have you?” I shake my head playfully and look at Deneve, then I look back up at him and continue with spite, “Didn’t you hear my lover before he plunged his fist into my stomach?” I step closer to him, rising on my toes to whisper the rest against his ghastly face with a taunt, “He would rather burn to ashes than have me bear any man’s children, Devon.” I begin to boast, “Do you hear that, Devon? He’s so obsessed and possessive of me that he went as far as ridding your heir to have me bear his! Haha!”