DEVON'S POV
My heart turned cold as I listened to the sound of her pretentious cry. I felt my lips curve up in a wry smile – females! They were all the same, none of them were worthy of love, they could each be bought at the right price. I had been a fool to think Karen was any different, I had been drawn to her innocent looks and wide eyes.
She seemed so kind, selfless and naïve, I had wanted to shelter her from every harmful thing in the world. I had willingly let down all my standards because of her, and in that time, it seemed the right thing to do. Looking back now, I could only see what a fool I was.
Anger was a bitter taste at the back of my throat as I smiled again. It was ironic, I, Devon Grey, the most feared man in the country had been played for a fool, and all it took was the innocent looks of a nineteen year – old girl to fool me.
At exactly 9:00 pm, the door opened, and Karen Desantis, my fiancé and soon to be wife stepped in. I could not deny her beauty. She had pinned up her rich dark curls in a French twist, and she was wearing the diamonds I had given her a month earlier. With her petit heart - shaped face, her generous and yet small cherry pink lips, and the dark hair that usually framed her face, she was a beauty to behold.
Her eyes sought me out, pleading, begging – but begging for what exactly? Begging for me to avert the punishment she knew awaited her for betraying me? Even she had to know that it was impossible to betray Devon Grey and go without punishment, I didn’t get my fearful reputation by showing mercy.
I smiled as I walked up to meet her, champagne flute in hand. “And of course, esteemed quests, the lady of the moment, and Queen of my heart. To Karen,” I toasted, and downed the contents of my flute while the guests made fluttering sounds to show their pleasure. Karen herself seemed uneasy, frightened. Good. I liked the fear I saw in her eyes, loved the fact that she knew she had been a fool to mess with me. I was going to destroy my beautiful, innocent – looking, soon – to – be wife, and I was going to enjoy every single moment of it.
“Hello beautiful.” I said, pulling her closer to me as the life orchestra started playing a soft tune, and I led her to the dance floor. Her body seemed very small against mine, reminding me of just how easily I could break her if I wanted to. She molded herself against me, trembling slightly as her gentle curves fitted perfectly against my form. I smiled dryly. Even now, she was trying to use her feminine wiles to beguile me.
Her breath was warm against my neck, and I turned her face to mine and pressed my lips against hers in the kiss I knew she desperately wanted. Her eyes misted again.
“I’m sorry Devon.” Her voice was small, soft, and I had to press her closer to me to hear what she said.
There was something about her pretentious vulnerability that ignited my anger. I pressed her against me - - not gently, but I made sure my voice was steady when I asked. “Sorry for what little Kitten? What have you done that I am not aware of?”
There was confusion in her wide eyes. “I - - I don’t know. You just seem so angry with me, so distant. It’s like you’re an entirely different man from - - ”
“From the man you once betrayed?” I finished for her, and she stopped immediately, stepping on my foot in her surprise. I smiled ruefully. The little liar did not even think I was going to find out her betrayal.
For a moment, I thought about sending everyone in the room away, and dealing with her once and for all - - but no. That was not the way things should be done. I did not get to my status as the most powerful - - the most feared CEO in the country by being impatient - - I also didn’t get there by letting beautiful blue eye females who betray me get away with it.
A month ago, if anyone had said I would come to hate the beauty in front of me, I’d have called them liars - - but then, she had betrayed me. The little minx had stolen the patent for a new product I was working on, and sold it to a rival - - not just any rival company, but a company owned by my arch enemy Steven Geth. The fact that I had actually believed her to be a vulnerable innocent woman was what angered me the most.
The billions of dollars she had caused me to lose did not actually matter to me, no - - not as much as the fact that I had just been played, and for that, she was going to pay. I would make her suffer so much, she would regret ever knowing me. But first, I had my guests to see to, the night was for handling naughty little Karen.
She may think herself smart, a cunning little pretender, but I was once ruthless, a heartless playboy before I met her, and now, I was going to become even more ruthless. I was going to enjoy causing her pain. I was going to enjoy watching her fake tears turn real. They were already turning real… I had seen the pain in her eyes when she was met with my indifference, but this was just the beginning.
I disengaged from her and walked over to get a sniffer of wine from one of the passing waitresses. I felt a feminine hand on my arm, and the slightly musky perfume of Laura, one of my favorite mistresses teased my nose, making me smile. “Are you flirting with me at my engagement party Laura? “
“Oh no! “ She exclaimed with mock surprise. To flirt with you, I’d have to do this –” tilting her face up in an invitation, so that I lowered my own head to meet hers, she pressed a kiss to my lips. All the while, her eyes searched mine.. She was trying to see if we could still go ahead with our affair even after I got married.
Laughing slightly, I drew her even closer to me and devoured those experienced lips of hers. Somewhere, from the corner of my eye, I could see the pain this brought to Karen’s lovely face. Perfect. Things were just the way I wanted them.
Camera lights flashed, as the press clicked away. I could imagine the headlines tomorrow. They would blame Karen not me, of course a billionaire was always right. They would say she has no shame, that she is such a gold digger, she is willing to get married to a man that obviously does not love her, just because of money.
I laughed as I finally let Laura go and downed the sniffer in one gulp. Little Karen was in for a lot, and when I was done with her, I was going to make sure she wished she had never met me.
KAREN'S POVThe rest of the party was a blur. All I was aware of was Devon’s accusation. And then, before I could even stop to breathe, the party was already over, and everyone was leaving. I wanted to call them back, to beg them to stay. Something told me the only reason I had not yet faced the full anger of my powerful fiancé was because his guests were present. What would Devon do when everyone left? My heart was thudding violently against my chest as he ushered the last one of the guests out, and then, he was dragging me - - into a room I had never been before. He turned on the lights, something low and smoky, like the kind of lights one would see in a night club, but it was only when my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room that real fear entered my eyes. The room was a bedroom - - of some sorts. The bed itself was covered in black sheets, with black pillows. All around the bed, and hanging from the ceiling were various torture equipment - - or bondage toys. Was this D
KAREN'S POVAfter I was sure Devon had gone, I buried my face in the all black pillow and wept. This was what my life was to become. Devon hated me, and yet he had asked me to marry him. The smart thing for me to do would be to call off our engagement – the smart thing, not the wise thing. Everyone knew that no woman ever broke up with the Grey’s and lived to tell the story. You didn’t walk away from a Grey, you waited until they got tired of you and chose to discard you. The twisted thing about it all was that I was not sure Devon would ever get tired of me. He did not love me of course, and would never love me again, but he still enjoyed keeping me around only so that he could torment me. My life was doomed. The only thing I could do now to be free was to get broken faster, to allow him break my heart to a million pieces, till he get bored with me and chose to let me go. I wondered if he might ever really chose to let me go, he might just decide to keep me there as a po
Karen PovI could never have imagined that my life would fall apart as fast as it had, but here I stood on the edge of a cliff staring into a chasm of hopelessness. Everything started to meld together-the fragments of some sort of nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Stephan's betrayal haunted my conscious mind every second, and his touch lingered on my skin like some stain I couldn't scrub off. And Devon. Poor Devon. Of all the terrifying transformations, Devon's was the most terrifying. My protector had been my protector but now was my jailer. His eyes were darker now, dark with something with which I couldn't name.They longer softened when their gazes met mine. Gone was the warmth that used to attract me toward him; instead, it had just frozen into coldness and replaced itself with steely determination against which I could not break, however hard I tried. He barely listened-I pleaded with him to-and everything I attempted to say to him, to explain how shattered I felt inside, was
Karen's POVIt was as if darkness closed in around me from every side, heavy with fear and uncertainty. My heart battered itself against my rib cage as he stepped into the light-deliberate, measured, as if he had all the time in the world. I'd steeled myself for anything-some faceless stranger, a masked intruder-but when the light fell upon the person standing before me, the breath left my lungs in one sharp gasp.It was Laura.Of all the things that I could expect, it wasn't her. Her eyes shone with an unhealthy light, and a chill smiled twisted on her lips. I didn't know what to say. The words caught in my throat, and suddenly the room was too little, the air too thin. My whole body yelled at me to run, while I stood utterly incapable of movement."You look surprised," she said, her voice little more than a silky whisper that set my nerves on edge. "Did you really think I wasn't watching?"She'd been watching me all along, lurking in the shadows feeding my paranoia, prodding my fear
Karen’s POV Sofia left, I was once again in my own World of thinking about my escape plan but nothing good was coming in my head . How do I even escape from here? Everything just seems scary and it seems I am in my own different world entirely. Sofia’s words was stucked in my head. “They won’t let you leave. Not alive.” The weight of that warning pressed downn on me, suffocating. I thought I’d seen the worst of Devon, but this? His family was into this now and this shit is scary as hell! I was a pawn in a game that I didn’t even know existed. The Mansion suddenly felt more like a trap, and I am right there in the middle of everything. My heart became heavy because of how scary my situation had become.“No one is coming to save you Karen.” I mumbled reminding myself. If I wanted to survive, I’d have to figure this out on my own but on a second thought, my love for him is making me think otherwise. I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, but my thoughts were racing too
Karen’s POV The door clicked shut sending chills down my spine and I went into the silence he left behind. My body trembled, the cold air cooed against my skin. Devon’s words lingered in my head, echoing in the corners of my mind, wrapping around my heart like a frailty. I slumped against the wall, my knees weakened as the weight of everything crashed down on me like rushing water.The terror, the fear, the confusion, and the love that refused to die despite everything was all too much for me to handle.I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the frantic and increased beat of my heart. I had no idea how I’d gotten here, how the man I once loved had become my nightmare. My mind raced, searching for some way out, but each thought diminished realizing that there was no way out from where. There was no escape, no one coming for me. My gaze fell to the door, the only thing between me and freedom. But Sofia’s warning replayed in my head. “They won’t let you leave, Not alive.” Tear
Karen’s POVThe door was shut behind Devon, the sound was like a thud and I smiled thinking about how to go about the plan that I already thought of in my head.I stood erect in the empty room, my heart still racing from the encounter although a little bit bold and ready to gain his trust back. His hateful words lingered in my thoughts and I tried as much as I could so as not to think about what he said in order not to get distracted from doing what was in my head. Although every insult he had thrown at me felt like some part of my heart was ripped from my body. I knew I couldn’t let it break me nor would I let it make me not fulfill my plans. I had to keep going and be bold, this was a do-or-die affair because If I didn’t gain his trust then he might kill me any moment from now.This is day one of gaining his trust back. I wondered what it would look like to be in a battle to gain his trust again, and it would take more than words to change his mind. He wouldn’t listen to me yet b
Devon’s POVThe tires rolled through the garage as I pulled up to the house with Laura sitting with me. Laura’s dramatic laughter rings in my ears like a mosquito noise when they want to sting you. I shot her a sideways glance, watching her as she got down from the passenger seat, her red lips curving into that sly smile like she was about to do something evil which was happening anyway.“Ready to have some fun?” she mouthed while eating the remaining pizza she was holding. She slid her hand up my thigh but I didn’t give her any reply. She was beginning to cross her boundaries and I stared at her disgustingly. Women will forever look like a whore to me, I don’t think I would ever take them seriously ever again because all they do is tell lies and cheat. They are never satisfied like Karen. I clenched my jaw at the thought of her, at the mess she’d become. How she was once everything I needed and wanted, but now? She was just another problem, I had every intention of erasing, Slo
Karen's Pov I sat in the quiet of my kitchen, the soft. My hands gripping the edge of the table, my fingers white-knuckling the surface. The message from Lauren had rattled me more than I’d like to admit. Every time I replayed it in my mind, the implications grew darker. "Drive safely, and don’t forget to buy Paris those crayons." The casual tone felt so harmless, but the context was anything but.I had tried to ignore it, push it to the back of my mind like I had with everything else from the past. But Lauren’s words kept nagging at me. It wasn’t just a simple message—it was a reminder that someone, somewhere, was watching me. Watching my kids. If Lauren knew about Paris needing crayons, then that meant someone had been keeping track of our movements, of our daily life.And if Lauren knew that, who else did?I stood up, pacing the kitchen as my thoughts spiraled. I had worked so hard to build a life for my kids, to protect them from all the mess that came with my past. But now, it
Karen’s POVThe past few days had been nothing short of chaotic. Devon hadn’t shown up to work since our argument, and while I told myself I didn’t care, the curiosity about his absence refused to leave me alone. Then, of course, Lauren had to crawl out of whatever hole she’d been hiding in to threaten me. Her words had been running around in my head ever since.I turned a corner, heading toward my office. The familiar sounds of the office surrounded me—phones ringing, muffled conversations and the occasional clack of a keyboard. It was a symphony I normally found comforting. Workers getting down to work for what they are here for. As I approached Devon’s office, I caught sight of the partially open door. Something pulled at me. I slowed my steps, my gaze drawn to the figure slumped at his desk.It was Devon.He didn’t notice me. His head rested on his desk and shoulders curved inward as if carrying the weight of the world. His usual appearance was in shambles—no tie and a rumpled s
Karen's POV“Lauren?” Her name rolled bitterly down my tongue A shiver down my spine. The years hadn’t dulled the impact of her presence on my life, nor the storm of emotions that hearing her voice again unleashed."Lauren?" I whispered, almost unable to believe it. It felt like a ghost calling me from the past, a specter that had been buried but was now rising to the surface.There was a soft, almost teasing laugh on the other end of the line."Did you miss me, Karen?" she purred, her voice as sharp and sarcastic as I remembered. "I thought you'd be happier to hear from an old friend."I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "What do you want, Lauren?"She was silent for a moment, but I could hear the faint sound of her shifting, perhaps moving in her seat, or simply savoring the effect her voice had on me. "Oh, nothing much," she said, dragging the words out slowly. "I was just curious. WonderingThe air felt thick with tension as Lauren's voice lingered in my ear, like a shadow I
Devon’s POVThe bar’s lights flicker above me, a dull, sterile glow that does nothing to soften the harshness of the night. My face still burns where the bruises are fresh, the swelling a constant reminder of the fight I’d tried to forget. I shouldn’t even be here. This place, these people, it all feels like a mask—something to hide behind when I can’t bear to face what I’ve done. What I’ve lost.I grip my glass, watching the amber liquid swirl, but I don’t drink. I’m not even sure why I came. Maybe to drown out the ache in my chest. Maybe to pretend I’m not thinking about her—about Karen.I wish I had just made things right. What the hell was I thinking, pushing her away? Pushing everyone away. All this time, I told myself I was doing the right thing, but look at where I am now. Alone. With nothing but the guilt weighing me down, eating me alive.I set the glass down and rub my hand across my face, my fingers grazing over the bruises that mark me like a map of every mistake I’ve ever
Karen's Pov “Let me see them.”he said, his words halting my steps.I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Slowly, I glanced over my shoulder, just enough to meet his gaze.“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“Let me see them,” he repeated, his tone quieter now, almost pleading. “Let them at least know who their father is.”My heart clenched, but I kept my face cold, my expression unreadable.I wanted to respond, to tell him no again, but he continued before I could find the words.“And I promise, I’ll stay away after that. Just… just let me be a part of their life, even if it’s just a little piece.”His words caught me off guard, piercing through the layers of my resolve. My breath hitched, and I felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to escape. A single tear betrayed me, slipping down my cheek, but I quickly brushed it away and stiffened my posture, replacing my momentary weakness with a hardened demeanor.“No,” I said firmly, my voice sharp and unwavering. “You will
Karen’s POVThe day stretched on endlessly. The team had dispersed, Troy’s words of encouragement still ringing in their ears, but my mind remained clouded. Devon still hasn't shown up for three days now and his absence gnawed at me, an itch I couldn't scratch no matter how much I tried to drown it in work, spreadsheets and schedules.The office was quiet now, save for the hum of the heater battling the January chill. Paris and Austin were at their grandmother's for the weekend, leaving no distractions to pull me out of the spiral of my thoughts. I wanted to convince myself it was just another day, that Devon's "personal day" meant nothing. But the truth was, it did.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. The weight of the past clung to me like a shroud. How could someone who had hurt me so deeply still have such a hold on my thoughts? I hated that he did.Picking up my phone, I scrolled through my contacts, my finger hovering over his name. I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t
Devon’s POVThe beach had been an escape, or at least I thought it would be. The sound of the waves, the salty air—it all should’ve calmed me down. But the more I thought about Kareem's words, the more I felt the weight of them crushing me. He was right. I was falling apart. Every drink, every bad decision—it was all just adding to the mess that I’d created. What was I even doing with my life?The walk back to my apartment had felt longer than usual, and by the time I stepped into the Uber, I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone talk. My head ached from thinking too much. I reached into my pockets, pulling out the last of my spare change. It wasn’t much. Just enough to get me through tonight. The car pulled up in front of the bar, the familiar sight of it hitting me with a sense of dread. I didn’t even know why I came here anymore. It used to be a place where I could forget everything, but now it was just another reminder of how far I’d fallen. Still, I couldn’t help it. The t
Karen's POVThe hum of the projector filled the conference room as charts and graphs flickered to life on the screen. Around the table, Troy’s team sat poised with notebooks, laptops, and an air of readiness that spoke volumes about their dedication.I adjusted my blazer, scanning the room. The atmosphere was electric—full of possibility and momentum. This was the kind of environment where real change happened, and I felt a surge of excitement despite the weight of the morning’s events still lingering in my mind.Troy stood at the head of the table, his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms marked with faint scars that told stories he rarely shared. His voice carried the room, confident and precise, as he outlined the agenda for the day.“Our goal is clear,” he began, his dark eyes sweeping across the table. “We need to increase market penetration in untapped regions while solidifying our dominance in existing territories. To do that, we’re focusing on three pillars: innovation, custo
Karen's Pov I hadn’t planned on confronting Devon. In fact, I’d done everything in my power to avoid moments like this. But now, standing just a few feet away from him on the crowded beach, there was no denying the twist of fate—or perhaps sheer coincidence—that had brought him here.“What are you doing here, Devon?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.He glanced at me, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his faded jeans. His shirt was worn, the fabric fraying at the seams, and his shoes looked like they’d seen better days. It was jarring. This wasn’t the confident, polished man I’d once known.“Do I need a reason to be at the beach?” he replied with a half-smile, but his tone lacked its usual charm.I crossed my arms, feeling my chest tighten. “Maybe not. But you being here—now, of all times—doesn’t feel accidental.”His smile faded, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. “Maybe it’s not. Or maybe I just needed some fresh air and ended up in the same place as yo