The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.
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“Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?”
The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes.
“Bring him to me.”
The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.”
Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?”
The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers.
“Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light.
Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand.
“No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.
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Chapter: I need a taste When an unintended sigh slipped past her lips, it only seemed to fuel the fire already burning in Dallion’s touch. His grip on her tightened, his heart beating steadily, his eyes alive with something dark and dangerous. His control was slipping, and he knew it. Without another word, his teeth extended, sharp and eager. "I need a taste," he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. Before Sherryl could react, Dallion sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Her skin was —warm, rich, intoxicating, it was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted. It made him wonder if it was because of who she was, something about her making it more potent, more addictive. It was like drinking from something rare, something otherworldly. Dallion never cared for attachments, never let himself be bound to anyone. He had always been clear about that. Women came and went, serving a purpose but never staying long enough to matter. But ever since he had laid eyes on
Last Updated: 2025-03-09
Chapter: i don't share... little mouse Sherryl stared at him. Was she imagining things, or was Dallion actually jealous? The thought alone sent an odd, fluttery feeling through her stomach, one she didn’t quite understand. "I don’t share, little mouse," Dallion said smoothly, as if reading her thoughts. "Did you really think I’d be fine with you standing on a stage, under bright lights, with hundreds of eyes fixated on you?" His tone was calm, but the possessiveness in it was unmistakable. He leaned in, his forehead almost touching hers. "Do you want to know when and how I fell for you?" His voice dropped to a whisper, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "I think it’s time I told you properly." Sherryl’s heart pounded. "I think it’s okay if you don’t," she blurted out, already anticipating the embarrassment that would follow. Dallion clicked his tongue. As she raised her hands to push him away, he caught them effortlessly, pinning them against the bed with a smirk.
Last Updated: 2025-03-08
Chapter: Seduce men with your voice Sherryl, still quietly eating her apples, wished she could finish quickly and leave as well. Every meal in this house felt like a battlefield, tension thick in the air. She continued eating as discreetly as possible. Then, his father spoke. "You should stop spoiling the girl, Dallion. Your sister is right. We don’t want you being manipulated." His cold gaze flickered toward Sherryl, and she felt a lump form in her throat. "There have been plenty of cases where a simple girl like this has twisted her owner into doing unspeakable things—even wiping out their own family just at her word. And we both know you’ve already had your fair share of experience with betrayal." Dallion’s smirk didn’t falter. "Don’t worry, Father. I care about my family too much to kill them. Well… at least you and Grace. The rest? I can’t make any promises." His eyes drifted toward his younger half-sister. Rose’s expression darkened,
Last Updated: 2025-03-07
Chapter: Screwing each other like animals.Here’s the revised version with the name changes.In the grand estate of the Cross family, the evening air was thick with the promise of an impending storm. The sky remained overcast, and a biting wind whispered through the halls. With winter creeping closer, the temperature had plummeted to an unforgiving low. If not for the warmth provided by the mansion’s insulated walls and flickering fireplaces, those unaccustomed to such cold would have perished.For the staff working in the Cross estate, survival was a luxury they didn’t take for granted. The grand halls and well-kept quarters provided a stark contrast to the bleak streets they might have otherwise called home.As the evening descended into dinner time, Dallion Cross and Sherryl Rain made their way into the dining room. Plates were brought out by silent staff, each movement practiced and precise. Sherryl, however, found herself staring at what was placed before her—a thick slab of raw meat, still red wit
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: I tolerate her Dallion studied her intently, his sharp eyes reading every flicker of doubt on her face. But he still answered, "You said you walked there because riots had blocked the main road. You took a different route and eventually found him. Later, you mentioned bringing him back, but by then, it was too late. Your mother’s condition had already worsened. What’s going on, Sherryl? Speak." His voice was firm, demanding. There was an unsettling confusion in Sherryl’s eyes as she tried to piece together the past. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "If my mom could still be alive… does that mean she would allow me to look for him?" Dallion exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable. "Yes."He didn't want to give her false hopes, he knew her father left them and he was sure her mother wouldn't have allowed her to look for him. Sherryl nodded slowly, but she wasn’t convinced. If her father had left only to return years later, what
Last Updated: 2025-03-05
Chapter: Has someone touched you before? Dallion held her closer, his grip softer now, unlike before. His hands weren’t restraining her wrists anymore—they were holding all of her, as if anchoring her. It wasn’t just his touch that had changed, but his voice too. It was calm, quieter than usual when he spoke. “Tell me, Sherryl. Do you find it difficult to trust someone with your feelings?” His words were firm yet patient. “You do realize I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s going on?” Something had shifted in her. He had noticed the change immediately. Moments ago, she had been fine—her pupils had been dilated, her breathing slightly unsteady—but then, suddenly, she had gone still. Her heartbeat had steadied unnaturally fast, and her eyes had turned hollow, like she was somewhere else entirely. There was only one conclusion Dallion could come to. Had someone touched her before? Her voice was low when she finally answered. “It’s nothing serious.” Slowly, Dallion loosened his hold but didn’t let her mo
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
Chapter: Poisoned!The weeks that followed were a blur of work, quiet evenings at Mrs. Mary’s, and the gnawing ache of a love lost. Samira threw herself into her job at Scent of Serenity, finding solace in the world of fragrances. She learned to identify the subtle notes of each perfume, the way they blended and interacted, creating unique and evocative scents. It was a world of beauty and artistry, a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her personal life.Despite her efforts to move on, the news of Ray’s impending engagement to Delly continued to sting. She tried to avoid Delly, but their paths occasionally crossed in the neighborhood. Each encounter was a reminder of what she had lost, a sharp pang of regret mixed with a strange sense of relief that she had escaped a life with a man who could so easily move on.Then, something unexpected happened. Samira started feeling unwell. Nausea plagued her mornings, and she was constantly tired. She initially dismissed it as stress, but the
Last Updated: 2025-02-04
Chapter: Her purpose The city lights blurred as Samira stared out the bus window, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows mirroring the chaos within her. The park bench, her sanctuary just hours ago, now felt miles away, a distant memory. She was on her way back to Mrs. Mary’s, a haven of sorts, but the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She couldn't impose on Mrs. Mary forever. She needed her own space, her own life.The bus rumbled to a stop, and Samira stepped out, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy confines of the vehicle. She walked the familiar streets to Mrs. Mary’s, the houses lining the road like silent witnesses to her turmoil. Inside, the warm glow of the living room welcomed her. Mrs. Mary was in the kitchen, the aroma of simmering stew filling the air."Samira, you're back," Mrs. Mary said, her voice warm and comforting. "Dinner will be ready soon. How was your walk?""It was… long," Samira replied, forcing a smile. She didn't want to burden Mrs. Mary with her wo
Last Updated: 2025-02-03
Chapter: A place to call home The silence in the house was deafening. It pressed down on Ray, a physical weight that stole his breath and amplified the hollowness within him. Each room was a stark reminder of Samira’s absence. The living room, where they used to spend evenings curled up on the sofa, now felt vast and empty. The kitchen, filled with the lingering scent of her favorite spices, was a battlefield of memories, each aroma a tiny dagger twisting in his heart. Even their bedroom, once a sanctuary of shared intimacy, was now a cold, sterile space, the scent of her perfume a phantom lingering in the air, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.Ray wandered through the house like a ghost, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness. He picked up a framed photo of Samira, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with joy. He traced the outline of her face with his finger, a wave of longing washing over him. He remembered the way her laughter used to fill the house, the warmth of her touch, the way she would l
Last Updated: 2025-02-02
Chapter: Liberation The tentative truce between Ray and Samira, fragile as a butterfly’s wing, began to fray almost as quickly as it had formed. Ray, emboldened by Samira’s hesitant agreement, threw himself into what he perceived as making amends. He curtailed his mother’s visits, much to Elena’s indignant fury, explaining that Samira needed space and that their constant presence was hindering her healing. He even attempted to gently steer Delly away, suggesting she spend more time with other friends, a suggestion that was met with Delly’s wide-eyed hurt and a subtle shift in her previously warm demeanor towards him.Ray’s efforts, though well-intentioned, felt to Samira like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. The fundamental cracks in their relationship, deepened by his betrayal and exacerbated by the subsequent months of emotional neglect, remained. His actions felt performative, surface-level adjustments rather than a genuine understanding of the deep-seated hurt he had inflicted. The constant
Last Updated: 2025-02-02
Chapter: It's on you Ray sat motionless in the hospital chair, his body slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything in the ICU. Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange, disjointed intervals—he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, waiting. Waiting for news that would either break him or bring a small glimmer of hope. Samira had just undergone an emergency surgery as a last, desperate attempt to save her life. Ray had barely caught the doctor's words as they rushed her into the operating room, the sounds of alarms and the frantic shuffle of nurses ringing in his ears. It had all blurred together, becoming just another wave of horror in a day that already felt unbearable. He had spent the entirety of the surgery in a fog, pacing the narrow waiting area, replaying the events of the last few days in his mind. The scandal, the betrayal, his drunken mistake with Delly it al
Last Updated: 2024-10-30
Chapter: Delly's apartment Ray stepped out of Delly’s apartment, his head pounding from both the hangover and the crushing weight of what had just happened. His entire body ached with regret, guilt swirling in his chest like a storm ready to tear him apart. He couldn’t believe what he had allowed to happen, what he had done. The cold morning air did little to clear the fog in his mind, the realization of his mistake bearing down on him like a physical weight. As he hurried down the steps, pulling his phone from his jacket, Ray felt his heart race. The first person he thought of was Samira. Guilt knifed through him again as her face flashed in his mind—the woman he loved, the woman he had betrayed. He had to get home, had to find a way to fix this mess before it got any worse. But as soon as he unlocked his phone, a barrage of missed calls and notifications lit up the screen. His stomach lurched. Most of them were from Mike and several other business contacts, but one message stood out—the one from Samira's pa
Last Updated: 2024-10-25
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