The Devil's Mistress
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"I’ll find you, no matter where you go."
He tilted his head, his calm delivery making the threat all the more unsettling. "Do you understand me?"
His words weren’t loud, but they didn’t need to be. His gaze bore into mine, daring me to defy him.
"Yes." I swallowed hard, nodding slightly, my voice betraying me with its lack of strength.
"Good girl." He watched me with a pleased, almost smug expression.
It seemed like a terrible idea, but something about his overconfidence pushed me to challenge him.
"But, what makes you think I’ll just stay here, waiting for you to show up whenever you feel like it?" I ventured, pushing my luck as we stared at each other.
"Consider it my way of repaying you after everything you’ve done."
I blinked, taken aback and confused.
"Repaying me?" The words slipped out before I could stop them, as my fingers caressed the spot where his hand had been.
His laughter was soft, almost indulgent, as if my naivety amused him.
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In a city plagued by crime and violence, a young woman fights to stay hidden from her sadistic stepfather and his ruthless gang.
In her journey to uncover the truth about her forgotten past, she crosses paths with a dangerous and mysterious stranger in the most unexpected manner.
Together, they embrace their twisted fate by striking a deal and altering their lives through a tale of romance and mystery.
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✦𝐷𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜.✦
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Chapter: 16DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat alone in my study, nursing a glass of whiskey with contracts scattered on my desk. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment of quiet, when the door swung open. Thomas stumbled in, slightly breathless. "Apologies for the intrusion, Boss." He muttered, straightening his glasses nervously. I kept silent, swirling the whiskey in my glass, waiting for him to explain. "But, it's Angel." He hesitated before pointing over his shoulder. "She's throwing another tantrum." I sighed, setting the empty glass down as I referred to the nanny. "Where's Mrs. Jones?" "She called in sick this morning." He shifted awkwardly. I loosened my tie and stood, heading for the door. "Where is she?" I asked, checking the time. It was just past 7 PM. I had a meeting in a couple of hours, but there was time to deal with this. "In her room." Thomas followed closely as we made our way down the hall. When we reached Angel's bedroom, I found her bouncing on the bed in her pajama
Last Updated: 2025-03-11
Chapter: 15DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The phone vibrated in my jacket pocket just as I tightened the noose around the man's neck. A finance mogul—a man who had built his empire on greed and deception. He had orchestrated the recent attacks against me, thinking he could eliminate the problem before it turned on him. He thought wrong. I picked up the call without hesitation, my eyes never leaving the trembling bastard standing on the chair in front of me. The ceiling fan above him creaked slightly under the weight of the rope I had secured. "She's on the move again." Fred's voice came through the line. I tilted my head slightly. "To where?" Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the businessman's eyes darted between me and the noose, sweat trailing down his temple as if he still had a choice. "Taking a cab," Fred continued, background noise filtering through the line. "Looks like she ran out of gas. No sign of her car." I chuckled under my breath. "Tell me, is she alon
Last Updated: 2025-03-07
Chapter: 14ROXANNE POV "Take these." I placed the pills in his hand before stepping away to get him some water. He popped them into his mouth without hesitation, his voice cutting through the quiet as I handed him the glass. "Where are your folks?" The question came out of nowhere, catching me off guard. "My mother passed away and I'm not exactly close with my father." I answered curtly, purposely avoiding any mention of my stepfather. He swallowed the pills, barely giving me a moment before pressing further. "So, how long have you been on your own?" His persistence grated on me. "Why does my life matter to you?" I countered, grabbing a fresh roll of bandage. His eyes darkened slightly. "You answer if you want to stay alive." His tone was cold, unapologetic. I rolled my eyes, standing my ground. "If you really wanted to kill me, you would've done it already." For once, I stared him down, refusing to let him intimidate me. A strange sense of confidence bubbled up, steadying
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: 13ROXANNE POV I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs and I sucked in a slow breath, grounding myself. I wasn't in Garry's house anymore. I exhaled, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. The apartment was quiet, the soft glow of morning filtering through the curtains. Peaceful. My gaze landed on the half-empty mug of coffee sitting on the table. I must've dozed off watching whatever late-night movie had been playing. Rubbing a hand over my face, I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Stretching out my stiff limbs, I pushed myself to my feet and headed toward the kitchen, craving something fresh and hot. It had been a few days since Raphaël walked out of here with Angelina. The eerie silence that followed their departure lingered like a ghost, unsettling yet oddly welcome. No sign of him, no sign of Kendrick. Not even Garry had tried sniffing me out. Maybe I'd been right—maybe they really didn't know where I was hiding. Ken had found my workp
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Chapter: 12DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I let a small chuckle slip, shaking my head. "So that just leaves you." His breath hitched. He swallowed hard, shaking like a leaf. Then, he added, "I was the one who tipped them off...your men." I narrowed my eyes, my grip on the gun tightening. He coughed, spitting blood onto his lap. "When I found out you had a daughter...it didn't sit right. It...it wasn't part of the deal. Killing you was one thing, but the child..." He wheezed, shaking his head. "I warned them, before it went down." I stared at him for a long moment, my expression unreadable, recalling how my guys had gotten the tip just moments before it went down. "Should I show you mercy or thank you for that?" I asked flatly, tilting my head. His whole body tensed, like he wasn't sure if I was about to let him go or put a bullet between his eyes. "I swear, I...I didn't..." His voice cracked and he choked on a sob. I didn't give him the chance to finish. A single shot rang out. His body
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Chapter: 11DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "I swear, I don't know anything!" The bastard's voice cracked, the desperation leaking through every syllable. Adam shot me a look, unimpressed. His knuckles were already stained with blood, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. Adam was my third-in-command, my best enforcer—the kind of man who let his fists do the talking. And right now, his fists were saying a hell of a lot. I gave him a nod and he grinned darkly before driving another punch into the man's ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the basement. The guy let out a strangled cough, spitting blood onto the cold concrete. "I need a name." I said, my voice even. Controlled. Adam delivered another brutal hit and the suspect's head lolled forward, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I...I don't know..." His words were barely above a whisper, his swollen face almost unrecognizable. I sighed, unbuttoning my black trench coat. Handing it off to the new kid—my top recruit, who'd been driving
Last Updated: 2025-03-05
The Light Through His Darkness
Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media.
As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life.
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"You’re relentless, wife."
"And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy.
I smirked but kept my mouth shut.
She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?"
That was it. Restraint? Gone.
Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine.
"Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer.
"Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips.
"Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore.
"Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless.
She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward.
"I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants.
She looked so flustered, so completely off her game.
And damn it, she was tempting.
Too tempting.
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Chapter: Pizza ManJustin POV The mansion was quiet when I walked in, just the sound of my own footsteps echoing through the foyer. I was heading toward the stairs when I caught the sound of laughter coming from the living room. I stopped, then stepped back, making my way toward the source. Isabella was on the couch with the twins—David and Daniel—helping them with what looked like a school project. The coffee table was a mess of scraps of paper, glue sticks and markers. I was about to turn and leave when Daniel’s voice cut through the room. "Cousin Justin, you’re back from work!" I froze. Both boys looked up at me, wide-eyed and expectant. I gave a small nod, but my attention drifted to Isabella. Her smile faded the moment our eyes met. She looked at me for half a second before dropping her gaze back to the paper she was cutting with a pair of scissors. David suddenly spoke up. "Hey, did you hear about our birthday party?" I scratched the back of my head, about to answer, but Daniel beat
Last Updated: 2025-02-26
Chapter: No ClueJustin’s POV The sharp buzz of my six o’clock alarm pulled me from sleep. I exhaled heavily, stretching my arms over my head before rolling my shoulders. Sleeping on the damn sofa wasn’t doing me any favors—my back felt stiff as hell. I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck as I glanced toward the bed. It was empty. The sheets were neatly spread, like she hadn’t even slept in it. My brows drew together as I stood, rolling out the tension in my shoulders before heading toward the bathroom door. I knocked. No answer. Pushing the door open slightly, I peeked inside. Empty. With a sigh, I turned toward the closet. A weird sense of relief settled in my chest when I saw her clothes still there. At least she hadn’t packed up and left. I shook my head at the thought, grabbing a suit and heading towards the bathroom. Moments later, I was adjusting my tie in the mirror when I heard the door open. Isabella walked in, carrying a coffee bottle and a small lunch container. She placed
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Chapter: A MessIsabella POVI opened my mouth to respond, but Justin shook his head, cutting me off."Let me explain, okay?" His eyes locked onto mine and for the first time, I saw something unfamiliar—vulnerability. "Just...listen, please."That one word "please" took me by surprise. Justin Martínez never asked; he commanded. Hearing it from him and in that tone, softened something inside me, in a way I wasn't prepared for. I crossed my arms tightly beneath my chest, nodding reluctantly. He exhaled deeply, his hands dropping to his sides as he sat back on his heels. For a moment, he stayed quiet, as if trying to gather his thoughts."Getting married was the only way for me to regain access to my accounts," He began, his voice low. "The bank that holds my wealth, assets, inheritance...it's all tied to a contract my parents signed decades ago."I frowned, confusion knitting my brow.He dragged a hand through his hair, before he continued. "The contract states that none of us—me, my siblings, can co
Last Updated: 2025-01-09
Chapter: The CenterIsabella POVLeading my parents out of the dining room, I kept my head high, even as my thoughts and emotions swirled. Once we reached the front door, I turned to face them.My mom adjusted her coat and she let out a quiet sigh. "Well, that was...an interesting evening.""I'm sorry about everything. They can be...intense." I glanced at her and rolled my eyes slightly, trying to lighten the mood."As long as you're all right, Bella." My mom exhaled, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek. I managed a small smile, holding her hand briefly as I glanced between her and my father. "I'm fine. Are you?" My father's expression hardened slightly, but he nodded. "We've endured worse, but remember, this is just part of the contract. It will be all over soon and you will be unburdened by this, just stay focused, Bella."My jaw tightened and I nodded, though the reminder hit like a cold splash of water. "I know."My mom pulled me into a quick hug. "Take care of yourself." "And call if you nee
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Chapter: Family MattersIsabella POV"My wife is absolutely right."Justin’s hand on my leg began a soothing massage and before I could say another word, he spoke up. "Our marriage has nothing to do with my employees. Whether or not Mr. Knight works at my company, it’s none of anyone’s business who I choose to marry." I glanced at Justin, pressing my lips together to keep my emotions in check. His subtle support reminded me to stay composed. I knew I had to maintain control before I let it get the better of me and risk saying something I shouldn't—especially about the marriage contract. Before Mr. Tom could respond, Harden chimed in. "I agree with Justin on this one."He glanced at my parents with a nod. "They seem like respectable people so far." My parents smiled faintly in response, their tension easing slightly.Mr. Tom raised his hands in defense, shaking his head. "No, no. I think you’ve all misunderstood me." His eyes moved around the table. "I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just curious, that’s al
Last Updated: 2025-01-06
Chapter: The GuestsIsabella POVI quietly continued to eat and Miss Sonia’s smile tightened. "But isn’t marriage about commitment? About fighting for what you’ve built?""Yes, but it’s also about knowing when to let go for the sake of happiness." My mother replied, her tone calm as she narrowed her gaze at Miss Sonia. I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip as I leaned back, hoping to blend into the background.Harden probably sensed the unease and chuckled lightly. "I agree with both of you, but let’s be honest—it wasn’t working.""We were both miserable. It’s better this way." He shrugged, attempting to ease the atmosphere.Miss Sonia sighed deeply, nodding reluctantly. "I just wish you’d tried harder, son."Before the mood could darken further, Aunt Lisa interjected. "Marriage is like a buffet—you try a bit of everything, but sometimes you realize the dish you picked isn't for you.""And that's okay, as long as you enjoy the dessert." Her comment earned a round of light chuckles, easing t
Last Updated: 2025-01-06
The Gangleader and Me
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"So, Tyson, do you just lurk around waiting to interrupt people or is that a special service you offer?"
He leaned against the table, his gaze locking with mine. "I'd say it's a special service, but only for certain people. I wouldn't want you to think I'm not paying enough attention to you, love."
"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him, "Because I was under the impression you enjoyed making my life difficult, not keeping an eye on it."
He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Well, it seems like you could use the excitement."
"Oh, trust me, my life's exciting enough without you stirring up trouble." I scoffed, but the corners of my mouth twitched upwards in a reluctant smile.
"But, perhaps I'm the kind of trouble you need."
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Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances.
Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot.
Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few.
Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see.
What will happen when their paths cross?
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1 𝐨𝐟, 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
"𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎."
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Chapter: Chapter Seven Ashley POV The next morning... Stepping onto campus, I made my way to my locker, ignoring the few lingering whispers still floating around from yesterday's prank. I wasn't worried. If Tyson had figured out it was me, he would’ve already tracked me down. But since I hadn’t heard a word from him yet, I knew he was still fuming, still searching. And that made it all the more satisfying. As my fingers keyed in the code to my locker, my eyes flickered down the hall. That’s when I spotted him—Tyson, pressed up against some girl, his hands tangled with hers at his locker like they were in their own little world. I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking away before he could catch me staring. I focused on retrieving my books for my first class, shutting my locker with more force than necessary. A tap on my shoulder made me turn and I found Chase standing there. "Hey." I greeted, shifting the books in my arms as I leaned casually against my locker. "How have you been?" He asked, his
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
Chapter: Chapter Six Ashley POV The moment I saw Tyson pulling into the campus parking lot that morning, I knew it was time. Leaning against the entrance, I pretended to scroll through my phone as he parked his bike near the usual spot. He swung his leg over, adjusted his leather jacket and ran a hand through his hair before heading toward the main building—completely oblivious to what I had planned. I waited until the coast was clear. With a quick glance around, I casually made my way to the parking lot, my heart pounding with excitement. A few students were nearby, but no one was paying attention to me. Perfect. Reaching Tyson’s bike, I pulled my bag around and retrieved the supplies—two full rolls of industrial-strength plastic wrap and a giant container of glitter. Working fast, I looped the plastic wrap around the bike, layering it over the handlebars, seat and wheels until the entire thing was trapped like a wrapped-up sandwich. Then came the best part. I popped open the container and s
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Chapter: Chapter FiveAshley's POV Moments later, I parked outside a nearby store, yanking off my helmet before heading inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I grabbed a bottle of vodka off the shelf and made my way to the cashier. The woman barely glanced at my ID before bagging the bottle and handing it over. Stepping back outside, I climbed onto my bike and drove aimlessly, the wind cool against my face. I wasn’t sure where I was going—just somewhere that wasn’t home. Eventually, I found myself at the nearest park. Cutting the engine, I swung off the bike and made my way toward a secluded spot beneath a tree. The grass was still damp with morning dew, but I didn’t care. I twisted the cap off the vodka and took a deep swig, wincing as the burn spread down my throat. The sensation was both familiar and numbing—exactly what I needed. Leaning back against the tree, I let out a slow breath, staring up at the sky as I took another drink. For now at least, the world could wait. The shar
Last Updated: 2025-02-27
Chapter: The ArgumentChapter FourAshley's POVAs I stepped into the dining room, the scent of fresh coffee and buttered toast filled the air. Seated at the long marble table was Charlotte, flipping through the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. My stepmother was always polished—flawless makeup, designer outfits and an air of sophistication that screamed "fashion diva.""Ashley, please join me for breakfast." She said, barely looking up as she turned another page.Suppressing a sigh, I pulled out a chair and sat down, serving myself some food. I ate in silence, my mind preoccupied with yesterday's events.Then, as if reading my thoughts, Charlotte spoke. "Ashley, who was that boy who dropped you home yesterday?"I kept my gaze on my plate, stabbing a piece of fruit with my fork. "What boy?" I asked casually."Don't play games with me," She said, her tone sharp. "I saw you arriving on his motorcycle. The outdoor cameras don't lie."I met her gaze, unfazed. "My tires were flat, so he gave me a ride ho
Last Updated: 2025-02-18
Chapter: The Best Trouble!Chapter ThreeAshley’s POVBy the time lunch rolled around on my third day here, I had already mapped out the quieter side of the cafeteria—far from the chaotic clusters of gossiping students.After grabbing my food, I scanned the room and found an empty table near the back. Perfect.Sitting down, I unwrapped my sandwich, neatly lined up my fries and took a satisfied bite. With one hand, I scrolled through Instagram, sipping my water between bites."Hey, Ashley."A familiar voice pulled me from my feed. I looked up to see Chase making his way toward me before casually dropping into the seat across from mine."Chase, right?" I confirmed, popping a fry into my mouth.He nodded. "Not wandering around like a headless chicken today, huh?" He teased, motioning toward me.I let out a light laugh. "Not today, at least.""Glad to hear it." His lips curled into a slight smile as we sat in easy silence for a moment.I tilted my head, eyeing him curiously. "So, Chase, aside from saving me from t
Last Updated: 2025-02-16
Chapter: Meeting The Queen Bee!Chapter TwoAshley’s POV"Chase, please take a seat." The lecturer instructed. "And you must be the new transfer student." Turning to me, she continued to speak, "Please introduce yourself and share something you've found interesting about the campus so far."As I watched Chase settle into a seat at the back—right next to him and his towering friends—I barely heard her repeat, "Miss, quickly introduce yourself."I hesitated, meeting her expectant gaze. "I'd love to hear what you think, given you're new here." She added, offering an encouraging nod.Facing a room full of curious stares, I had to admit—internally, of course—that my first impressions of this school weren’t exactly great. Everything and everyone seemed rather irritating.Taking a steady breath, I started, "My name is Ashley Sky and—""And something you like about the school, girl." A voice cut in.I turned toward the interruption, locking eyes with a girl lounging in her seat, lazily chewing a piece of gum. She had sh
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