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The golden morning sun filtered through the curtains, falling softly on my face. I fluttered my lashes, rubbed my eyes, and yawned lazily. My body ached—in that strange, satisfied way—and when I opened my eyes fully, I froze.
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She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats, second-hand novels, and warm cups of tea. Niamh Moor never asked much from life-just a quiet love, a man who would take her hand and lead her away from the noise and chaos of the world. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation. That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In princes and kindness. In magic that healed. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back.
"You think you’re just my obsession, Siana? No. You’re the blood in my veins, the chaos in my silence. You're not my weakness—you're my war. And I will burn kingdoms, slit throats, and drown in sin before I ever let you go. You are my devotion... the Devil’s dark devotion." It all started with a dare — a kiss on a stranger’s cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano — ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn’t forgive easily… yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He’s the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can’t look away — drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. She’s his sunshine. He’s her storm. And she’s about to become his dark devotion. She thought it was a kiss. It became a cage. Now, she's the only thing he worships— and the one thing he might destroy.
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