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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
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2025-03-26 05:15:50
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CHAPTER 53:Elara’s PerspectiveThe air was thick with gunpowder and smoke, screams ricocheting off the marble walls like echoes from a nightmare. Damian pulled me down just as bullets shattered a chandelier above us. Shards of crystal rained down, catching the flicker of fire in the distance as the east wing of the estate began to burn.I couldn’t breathe.Not from the smoke—but from the weight of what I’d just learned.Luka. Alive. Fighting. Betrayed. And now... he had returned with vengeance in his eyes and war in his blood.Damian’s arm wrapped protectively around me, dragging me into the hallway. The alarms kept screaming, but louder than that was the chaos unraveling around us. I could hear Viktor barking orders in Russian, trying to rally what was left of his men.“He planned this for months,” Damian growled, kicking open a hidden panel in the wall that revealed a steel door. “That wasn’t just revenge. That was strategy.”“And you knew,” I said, breathless. “You knew he was ali
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CHAPTER 52:Elara’s PerspectiveThe man in the mask stepped into the room, and instantly, the air shifted. Thick. Heavy. Charged.Even Damian tensed—a rare crack in his perfect composure. Viktor straightened slowly, like a man who’d seen a ghost. Whatever—or whoever—this was, they hadn’t expected him. And that unsettled me more than anything.“You’re too late,” the masked man repeated, voice low, smooth, but laced with something deadly.“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, swallowing the chaos swirling in my chest.He turned to me.And then I saw them—his eyes.Familiar.No, impossibly familiar.Silver-gray, like storms caught between twilight and fury.I staggered back, my pulse racing.No.It couldn’t be.Damian spoke first, but his voice was quieter than usual, as if even he was calculating how far this stranger could push him. “You shouldn’t be here.”The man’s gaze shifted to him, and there was nothing friendly in it. “You should’ve burned the evidence, Volkov. But you never were
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CHAPTER 49: Elara’s Perspective I woke to the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest, a dull ache that reverberated through my entire body. The world around me was pitch-black, thick with an oppressive silence that seemed to swallow every sound. For a few seconds, I wondered if I had died. If the bullet I had prepared to fire had finally been the one that ended everything. But then the familiar scent of blood and smoke filled my nostrils, and the sharp metallic taste on my tongue grounded me in reality. I opened my eyes—only to be met with more darkness. My head throbbed with pain, a deep, pulsing ache that clouded my thoughts. Where am I? I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, restrained. Panic surged through me as I realized I was no longer in the grand hall, facing Viktor. No longer in control of the moment. The last thing I remembered was raising my gun, ready to pull the trigger, then— Nothing. “Damian?” I whispered, my voice weak and hoarse. There was no a
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CHAPTER 48:Elara’s PerspectiveThe gun in my hand felt heavier than it ever had before, its cold metal surface a stark reminder of what I was about to do. My heart was pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins. I had crossed a line—a point of no return—and there was no going back now.I could feel Damian's presence beside me, his hand steady on my arm, his breath quick and shallow. But I didn't turn to him. Not now. Not when my eyes were locked on Viktor, the man who had manipulated me for years, the man who had built me into something I despised."Do you really think you can kill your own father, Elara?" Viktor's voice was low, taunting, as if he found my defiance amusing.I clenched my jaw, my finger hovering over the trigger. “I don’t think I have a choice anymore.”The room seemed to hold its breath. The world outside the chamber no longer existed. It was just me and Viktor, and the crushing weight of the choices I had made. Every step I had taken had led me to this moment, a
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CHAPTER 47:Elara’s PerspectiveThe air inside the chamber grew heavier the moment the stasis chamber cracked open. Every part of me screamed to run, to leave the monster who had been hiding in the shadows for so long—but my feet were frozen in place, my body refusing to move. I was seeing him again. The man who had been the center of my universe for as long as I could remember.Viktor Vasiliev.He blinked slowly, his gaze fixing on me with a chilling precision. The weight of his stare felt like an iron grip on my chest.“Elara,” he said, his voice smooth and familiar, but colder than I ever remembered. “I knew you’d find me eventually. I always knew.”“You—” My voice broke, the words sticking in my throat. “You’ve been alive this whole time?”He smiled, a faint, cruel twist of his lips. “Alive, yes. But more importantly, I’ve been waiting. For you.”Damian stepped forward, his stance protective, eyes hard. “This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made
