The Devil's Obsession With The Heiress Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

she growled, “I swear, she’s always had this obsession with Liam. Ever since we were kids. She’s always hated me for being his sister, and now she’s targeted you. But this time… she crossed the line.” I looked down at my hands, still trembling. “I don’t even think this was just about Jannie. She’s cruel, yes, but she’s not smart enough to pull something like this off. Not alone.” Iris paused. “What do you mean?” I swallowed. “The Devil…the man who held me yesterday. He’s behind this. I don’t know how yet, but he’s the one pulling the strings. Jannie was just the puppet. They’re definitely working together”

He walked past cages where bodies tangled in ritualistic madness and sex, past silk curtains that shielded elite sins, and paused before the stage. A stripper spun slowly on the pole, skin slick with oil, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as she played to the rhythm. Her movements were seductive, fluid, begging. Hunter’s eyes locked on her. She wasn’t his type — but she would do. Tonight wasn’t about preference. It was about release. He walked to the stage, grabbed her by the hair without a word. She gasped, but her eyes lit up with awe and submission when she realized it was him. Every girl on this stage dreamed of being chosen by The Devil.

“ Yes, as impossible as it seems, you seem attracted to this woman and it isn't because you want her body. Wasn't she the one who slapped you thrice before giving you a blow job? Wasn't she the girl who made you crave her hatred?” “ Yes, she was.” “ Now do you feel the same? Do you still want her to hate you as she did before? Do you still want her to fear you just like others did?” “ She never once feared me until this incident.” I couldn't answer his other questions because I knew the truth. It was laid before me, clear as day. I tried so hard to lie to myself that I wanted her to hate me, that I wanted her to despise me but for some reason— right now, I couldn't find myself loving her hat

like the fact that I know what his family did. that I know who he really is. and that I didn't just stumble into this world by accident. I came here for a reason vengeance. so I look him in the eyes. and then I slide the ring onto my finger. and I smile. "congratulations," I say. " you're engaged to the devil's daughter."

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

I dragged her to the table behind her, pinned her flat on it. "This is my charity Sheila, for long time's sake," I raised her dress, tore her leggings, unzipped my pants as I held my cigarette in the corner of my mouth. I drove into her without hesitation. "Fuck Leon!" She moaned out. "See how fucked up your obsession is? You're enjoying this." I was angry imagining how those bastards she paid would have messed up Tamara if Sean wasn't there in time. "I want you to imprint this in your tiny head, because if not for Tamara you won't be breathing. I'm a scumbag and I can change my fucking mind anytime." I hissed before one last hard thrust knocked her breath out of her.

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.

And yet, even in his defiance, his body betrayed him, trembling slightly from the effort of staying upright. As we navigated the hallways of the mansion, I realized how surreal all of this was. I was walking beside the heir of a criminal empire, a man both terrifying and intoxicating, injured and yet undeniably dominant. The power he held in any room—even this one, filled with silence—was magnetic. And yet, I knew the layers beneath it: the trauma, the fear, the constant expectation to be perfect. I didn’t know which was stronger—the allure of his dominance or the vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see. But I knew one thing: being near him made my heart race in ways I couldn’t control