Devon stayed awake the whole night. She barely had fallen asleep. Alcohol kept her company for the whole time while Maddy and Daemon stayed in the goddamn room doing what they had done just hours ago. “You’re a jerk, Daemon. You’re a big jerk! How could you do this to me? How could you tear my heart like this? How could I fall for someone like you?”She remembered how for the most part, he is warm and nice to her. He did save her twice from her own family only to break her heart like this.Tipsy, she stood up in wobbling legs and sneak out of the room holding the bottle of liquor in her hand. Bitterly, she found herself in front of their room. Her tears fell the instant she raised her hand to knock. It’s unfair. It’s really unfair! They’re all happy inside while she’s here, alone, and licking her own wounds! She should give them a part! Heck, Daemon did not follow their agreement! He said she needed to give her a son! Two sons! She’s ready but he is screwing another woman inside aft
“You are skipping breakfast again.”Devon froze in her feet when he heard Daemon from her back. She just finished drinking water which will last her for the whole day. She got no appetite especially now that Maddy’s presence frequented the house. Daemon also stopped taking her to events. She is just ignoring it but she is not dumb to hear that she is the center of the gossips of the helpers in the mansion.They talked behind her back. They ridicule how a once princess of a great mafia family was easily overshadowed by a mere prostitute. “Don’t worry. I am eating enough. I am healthy enough to be the surrogate of your sons,” she replied and walked past him.“Devon.” He reached for her arm and captured her eyes. He scanned her appearance and sighed. “You are not eating enough. You barely eat your food I delivered in your room yesterday.”“I am okay, Daemon.” She pulled her arm away from him. “You’re always out of the house to do your business so you can’t see that I’ve been sneaking in
“Craving for anything? What do you want to eat? Tell me. I will give you anything you want,” Daemon said while slowly rocking her in his arms.It was a humid afternoon but she doesn’t want to stay in an air-conditioned room. She preferred fresh air while stroking her growing tummy so she stayed in the lawn in a strewn picnic blanket. Daemon has been adamant to keep her in his house for the rest of her pregnancy except when she really needed to go to the hospital.She wanted to object but she realized that it would be better if she kept her opinions to herself given that nothing will make him change his mind. Last month, he lost a dozen of his men against the Farrows family. Devon expected him to lash onto her but the opposite happened. He became clingier to her instead. “I don’t have an appetite. I just want to sleep,” she replied and snuggled closer to his heat.She guessed that being pregnant with his babies has perks. Being this close to him secured her feelings for his promise. S
“Fuck! Answer me, Daemon. Damn it!”Devon has been hearing Henry cursing since the time that it is apparent that no one is answering him on the other line. It’s been exactly seven hours since the attack happened and they heard no news from Daemon’s camp.She is beginning to get anxious. If not for the medicine that Henry gave her, she would not be able to get some sleep. “Still can’t reach him?”Henry turned to her and shook his head. Worry is written all over his face that mirrored her current state of mind right now. “I can’t reach everyone in the group. It’s like they’re all gone. Daemon, if he is alive, should have been here two hours earlier. That man’s very particular with time so him not showing now is a really bad sign for us.”Devon gulped the acid in her throat and sat on the sofa in a small studio-type apartment in the southern part of the district. It’s been really a struggle to keep the bad thoughts away when all the things pointed to the possible worst case scenario th
“I never knew you to be that jealous type of woman. You were so cool back there, wifey,” he casually teased her when they arrived in the new safe house.His doctor just left after examining him and assuring her that he is way past the critical stage she ignorantly assumed. It’s proven that he is really alright now that he is busy teasing her more than resting.“I am not jealous. It’s a natural instinct. You can think of it as like some natural action.” She stacked several pillows on the both side of the bed. “I just don’t want Maddy to walk all over me. She is making me appear as a useless wife. I am a Farrows, Daemon. I don’t take insults like that easily.”“Really?” He playfully smiled at her. “But that’s not what I heard. I clearly heard you saying that you needed to be with me but sure, I’ll let it slide it because I don’t want you to burst in shame. But honey, being possessive of me is not something to be shy of. You can display it however you want. I won’t mind. In fact, I liked
“I’ve done everything you wanted me to do, Vito. I’ve even risked being hated and probably be killed by Daemon just so we could proceed with our plans so don’t you dare pin it on me! I’ve done more than what you did in the years!”Maddy threw the cigarette butt on the floor and lit up another one. She is in fury when Vito blamed her for their plan did not work.“You must have forgotten who put you in your current place, Maddy. Don’t you forget who made you of what you are today. I did it all, Maddy! I made you a wife of a senator of this country but you can’t even devise a working plan even after all the experience I gave you?”“It’s not my fault that the mastermind is as dumb as me! I told you that we should have taken care of that Farrows before she could be a threat to us and look what happened! I was right all along! She is not what you thought she would be! I should have killed her the instant I had the opportunity!” she shouted back. “That will be too complicated! I cannot affo
The sun is high outside the floor-to ceiling hiding mansion of the Drufts but Devon is still debating with herself whether to wake Daemon up or leave him in peace. His men are outside clamoring to see his situation but Henry won’t allow them to see him. It was chaotic. Until now, they are still engaged in word war and she heard someone saying they have to decide who will be their new leader.“Daemon…” she slowly nudged his thigh but he just moaned a little and went back into his deep sleep. She sighed. He must have been so exhausted and besides that, he is still in pain from the bullet wounds. It would be cruel for her to disturb him. But what if his men outside will kill each other? It’s not a farfetched possibility. Members of mafia groups duel it out especially now that their leader is in his weakest state to select a new one. She’s seen it. It’s bloody just like how her own father overthrew her own grandfather right in front of her eyes to demonstrate his thirst for power. “Da
Daemon has sorted everything that needs to be in just a matter of a few weeks. Quite impressive given the sizable damage the attack caused on his business and reputation but he managed to do it despite the countless stitches in his body.Devon’s pregnancy became too noticeably hard for her. Morning sickness is more difficult to get by, she has no appetite, and she won’t eat unless Daemon prepares the food for her. “It’s the babies’ fault. They want to get closer to you,” she pouted and hugged Daemon from behind.They were in the kitchen. He is cooking beef stew for her while she clings to him like a sloth.Her nostrils are damn crazy for his smell as she tiptoed to bury her face on the nook of his neck.He gasped and turned off the stove to face her, carry her to the counter, and just stared at her fondly.“I told you. It’s the baby, the hormones!” Devon shrieked when Daemon’s eyes got mischievous. “I know. I know that’s why it’s more disappointing. You can’t get enough of me just b
One year after,“I’ve come to visit you, dad, finally.”She placed a basket of flowers into the grave of Gestoni Farrows and gazed at his name.It’s been months since he was buried but it’s the first time she visited him. She already came from Emily’s grave earlier. Coming into her resting place every day has been her routine. “I am not like you, dad. I was not corrupted by power. I am still here wanting to leave this all behind.” Sitting on the ground, she looked at the clear blue sky above her. “Are you feeling good there? What is it like being finally at peace? That’s unfair when you left us all here in chaos.”For her, forgiveness is still far-fetched. The pain is still fresh and she thought she would never have gotten over the death of her daughter.But life goes on especially for the people whom she should be strong for. She already accepted in her heart and mind that being a Farrows is just a part of her past. Until now, she has not talked with her mother. She knows that it
She found herself going back into their mansion where the wake of her father is being held. On the entrance, her mother could not hold her anger and attacked her and slapped her hard on both of her cheeks.She accepted the two slaps but not the third one. Those two were enough. Hitting her on the third time would already be a disrespect for her, Emily, and her baby.“How dare you come here in your father’s wake after you killed your own father?!” she shouted helplessly at her face while the forlorn guests looked on waiting for the drama to unfold.Devon looked at the whole place and sighed. "His other sons aren't here. Does it mean they also killed him?""How dare you!" She tried slapping her again but she dodged it. "If I know that this will happen then I shouldn't have told you the truth! I should have kept it all inside me! I regretted telling you about your daughter's death."Devon can only nod in pain. "See, this is why we'll never mend our broken relationship. I can understand t
“Daemon?!” she asked and stopped in her tracks.She’s feeling too happy and confused at the same time. Happy because her husband is alive. He survived his injuries miraculously. Confused because what is he even doing here?Devon ran towards him and hugged him tightly while sobbing in his arms. He felt his hand on her head caressing it gently like he always does to comfort her. And then he gently pulled away her hands from his waist that were tightly clasping around him never wanting to let go. “Thank you for holding up. Now leave the rest to me, Devon. You go live your life without me in it.”Slowly, she looked up at him with an open mouth, her tears stopped from streaming down her blood-soaked face. She stood there as the meaning of his words finally registered in her head. “No! I won’t leave you. I am the one who killed that monster. No one should suffer but me. It’s my greatest revenge against him! Why are you even doing this? You are severely wounded. You are supposed to be rest
“I’m telling you, Melena. If you do not want to be beaten again then shut your mouth up!” Gestoni’s uptight voice echoed in the walls of the mansion that witnessed how Devon tried to cope with the death that was served in front of her. But Melena remained in her place not backing down despite the immense pressure her husband is exerting against her. “Even if you kill me, I would still tell her! I can’t take this anymore! I’m done being silent regarding this. Gestoni, that was our granddaughter! The first one we had! I can no longer carry the guilt inside.”Devon slowly stood up from the floor both appalled and confused by her statement. What is she talking about? What does she mean by that? Is it about Emily? Her instincts are telling her it’s about Emily.“Mom! What is it you’re talking about?! Tell me!” she begged her mother hoping she would kill the suspense and tell her if what she’s thinking about this is right. “Melena!” Gestoni interrupted to stop his wife. “Go back upstair
Devon is panting for air. Her chest is heaving but there is a new sense of new emotion that she has just felt now. Looking at her hands full of blood and the man unconscious on the dirt ground brought a different kind of euphoria and satisfaction she has just come to experience now. “So is this the kind of feeling dad and Daemon are having on a daily basis?” She stared at the gun in her hand. “So this is power,” she muttered and emptily glanced at the man lying on his own blood.She broke most of his bones already but it seemed like she wanted to do more. Of course she can do more. When Daemon showed her where he kept Joffrey, he basically gave her the permission to do anything she wanted to do with him. That includes even killing him now. “Can I do it? Can I really kill a person?” she asked herself, her eyes going back from the man and the gun on her hand. She aimed the gun at him and inhaled. “Come on, Devon. Kill him. He made your life a living hell. He’s a rapist. He doesn’t
“So, what’s the plan next?” she asked while treating Daemon’s wound. They just came home after what happened and they’re already planning for their next move. Lucy is fast asleep in the other room after their helper brought her to bed. She slowly put on his jacket for him and sat on the floor looking up to him sitting on the bed. “We need to strengthen our security. Brian would surely suspect that Lucy is here so this is the safest place we have now. I’m sure he will not blow the place where he is suspecting that we’re hiding his daughter.”“You’re right so what are we going to do now?”He reached for the gun on the floor and put it on his side while never leaving her eyes. “We have to strike first. We cannot wait for your father’s next move. Our main priority is eliminating Gestoni. In that way, your mother will be able to talk. She’ll confess where they’re hiding Emily. Tonight, I’ll make sure to corner her and let me frankly tell you Devon that this could not end well. It’s eithe
“Devon, child. You are not in the position to ask anything from me.”She just laughed emptily and took out the gun from her pocket and shot it directly to the window of her father’s home office. The glasses shattered and the security system of their house was alerted. She heard the alarm in the voices of the men inside and some went outside to check. They instantly put down their firearms when she saw her with bombs strapped all over her body. “Now that I shattered your window, do I now have the position to ask you a favor?” she said coldly and moved her head and the men ran back inside to check on their boss. “You bitch!” Gestoni yelled and looked down on her from the broken window. He paused to take a good look at her and when he saw that she has all kinds of bombs on her body, her tone died down and there’s a noticeable crack “W-What?! What are you doing outside?! What the fuck are you doing?!”She smirked when she caught his attention. “I finally got your attention, dad. Now
“Sylvia, I told you already! Dad won’t be moved by this! He will not even care even if we tell us that Devon killed Lucy! You’re just wasting your time begging on him!”Sylvia did not let Brian stop her from going out of the car and into the house where Gestoni is temporarily working because his whole headquarters has been under siege the other day by Daemon’s men. The attack was unexpected and almost half of his men were wiped out.“I don’t care, Brian! I still have to try. I promised Devon I’ll beg your father to return Emily to them so we could have Lucy back! If I have to kiss his feet or give him a blow job or be his sex doll, I’ll do it for the sake of Lucy!”Brian gripped her wrist tightly, his face darkening from hearing those words from her.“What did you say?! Can you please repeat it to me?!”“You heard me right! I am willing to fuck your father if that is the only way I could have my child back.” She took her wrist away from him and lifted her head to him. Her look is def
The way she phrased it is not really requesting him but somewhat that of a person who has long thought about it and is just informing him of her decision. Daemon was caught off guard but quickly recovered from the shock. Getting up, he gently pulled Devon out of the room so they could talk freely. “Devon, you know we can’t do that. She is not Emily. Lucy has her own parents who also long for her return. She is not our child. She is not ours to keep,” he spoke to her in the softest voice he can afford. If repeating the same thing he tells her every day since she kidnapped Lucy over and over again to inculcate it in her head, then he doesn't mind at all as long as it will make things right. He’s carefully balancing between doing what’s right and logical and not upsetting her though he reckoned that she will still be hurt in the process but he wants it to happen gradually. Exhaling, she put her hand on her chest and opened her mouth to convince him this time. “I know that. It’s just