Niamph sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching Lucy move around the room, neatly folding and arranging clothes into the suitcase. Tomorrow they would leave for Russia-because he ordered it. The czar, of course.
"Niamph madam, I've packed everything you might need," Lucy said softly as she zipped one of the bags shut.
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"He told himself he hates her, because the truth was far more dangerous." ------- Angelina's eyes welled with tears, blurring the scene before her-but not enough to miss the devastating sight. Demir, her tormentor, her sworn enemy, stood over the flames devouring her dermatology report. Her only chance to pass the exam. "No..." she breathed, the word caught somewhere between panic and heartbreak. She lunged forward, fists pounding against his chest in blind desperation, her sobs tearing through the silence. "You bastard! You monster! Why do you keep doing this to me? What have I ever done to deserve this?" Her voice cracked with every word, thick with pain. Demir didn't flinch. He grabbed her wrist and in one swift movement, slammed her back against the wall, his hand wrapping around her throat-not enough to strangle, but enough to silence. The scorn in his green eyes was icy and sharp, a gaze she had known her entire life. But with each encounter, it grew colder... darker. She flinched under his stare, choking slightly, the wall biting into her spine. Demir's grip didn't loosen. Instead, he reached up with his free hand, snatched her glasses off, and tossed them across the floor. The fragile frames hit the ground with a soft clink. He leaned in close, his breath brushing her ear, his voice a low growl. "Next time... think twice before coming between me and my family." And just like that, he let go. Angelina gasped, sliding down the wall as her knees buckled. Demir crushed her glasses under his boot with a sickening crunch and walked away without a backward glance-leaving her in shattered silence.
"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.
She woke up in a world that felt unfamiliar, her mind a blank slate, her past erased by a cruel twist of fate. No name. No memories. Just haunting fragments of pain and fear she couldn't place. The girl she once was-lost somewhere in the shadows. Then came him. The man with storm in his eyes and steady hands that pulled her from the darkness. Alejandro Martinez. A stranger who felt too familiar, too steady, too... dangerous. There was a spark-silent at first, then consuming. In his presence, she found safety. In his touch, a fire. But passion built on forgotten truths is a fragile thing. Because the past always returns. And the secrets they both keep... might be the end of everything they've begun to feel.
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