Threatening her to get their baby adopted by Maddy made Devon entertain the wild thoughts in her head. She is a mother and it’s only right and instinctual for her to keep Emily.She had withdrawn from his grasp and would only constantly stay by the baby’s side protecting her and even preventing anyone from holding her.A rumor began circulating in the mansion and into the other parts of the district about a mafia’s wife getting crazy over losing her twin son. On the other hand, Daemon’s power started declining, winning less gang fights and losing business deals to other groups in black market. The Farrows maintained their wealth and control over their territory and began reaching out to Devon. One night, the Farrows ambushed Daemon on the way home. “Henry, what is happening? Where is Daemon?” she asked, clutching the baby in her arms when Henry suddenly barged inside the room to wake her. It’s like a déjà vu. Everyone is in chaos again. Cars are getting in and out of the garage and
“Hey Ava! Table 10. The same guy from yesterday! Hurry up!” Jessica shouted from the other end of the burger shop they’re working as waitresses. “Okay! Coming!” She shook her head and quickly finished cleaning the table. The man Jessica is talking about is the same creepy man who kept on staring at her yesterday. He ordered all the food in their menu but didn’t eat any of it. All he did the whole time he was there was stare at her and observe her every movement. After mentally noting that he is just another one of their hundreds of customers every day, she prepared a smile on her face and walked to the lone man on the farthest end of the resto just to find him already looking at her way. She studied his appearance in a subtle way. Black leather jacket over white shirt, black jeans, and rubber shoes. Pretty ordinary attire for the biggest diamond stone she had ever seen on his ring. She almost rolled her eyes. A married man and yet had the gall to openly flirt with other women. “E
“What?” she asked, frowning. “What are you talking about? And did you call me Devon? Whoever is that woman, I’m not her so let go of me now.”Her voice is firm, unshaken by the lethal glint in his eyes. This man is harboring a deep resentment for whoever that Devon is. Living alone taught her to fight for herself because no one will do it. No one’s got your back. Everybody has their noses on their own businesses. She has been harassed by men but they were never successful to crush her spirit. She will always stand her ground. They both stared at each other. No one is definitely backing down, certainly not her. After a while of showdown, the man slowly released her arm and sat down but his eyes were still on fire suspecting her. “You are Devon. I’m sure of it. You look so much like her,” he said after sipping on his coffee. “You may have successfully hidden yourself from me for years but you can’t run from me this time. I’m keeping my eyes on you closely.”Alarmed, she scanned the ar
“Is he inside?” she asked Jessica after she requested her to go out to see if the coast is clear. The coast meaning the demon named Daemon. Jessica ruffled her hair and shook her head. “He’s not outside. I asked Mark. His friend already left the town.”Ava breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god! I thought I’ll be dealing with that demon again.” She closed her locker and combed her hair to put it in a bun. “Gosh, I cannot take to see him after he ruined my day yesterday. I thought he’s stalking me again every time I see tall men in black jackets.”“Now dear, he’s gone so you can go back to your work peacefully.”“I know, I know and may he never come back.”She suited herself and started serving while humming. It feels so good moving, doing your thing without a man creepily staring at you from a distance. Lunch came which is considered the rush hour of the day. A group of men barged in and occupied the three tables, scattering the rest of the available seats on their way. She breathed
“Thank you.” She managed to say after a moment of hesitation.“I thought…” her voice trailed off. Would she have the gall to say it in his face that she’s glad that she thought and wished that he would not come back?“You thought I’m not coming back,” he finished her sentence for her without looking back. Daemon’s expression is seriously alarming while he looks at the arrays of picture frames hanging on the wall, particularly on a photo they took during a company outing on a beach.“Thank you for doing that earlier. Levi could be really dangerous but I didn’t realize he could do that. You know, he’s been quite friendly to me, to Mark, and to everyone.”“So that is a common occurrence?” He glanced at her. “And you’re letting him? And I didn’t get a pass?”“What?” she asked, perplexed. “Do you mean to say I should also let you break my neck just because I’m friendly towards him?” “Sounds fair to me except you should let me replace that part of breaking your neck.”“With what?” Her eye
Ava stayed up all night contemplating what to do. She reckoned that Daemon is just that guy who is allergic to the word ‘no’. He is the type of guy on first blind dates that would like to have sex with you right away.“Not effin’ gonna happen,” she murmured and covered her face with the blanket to try to get some sleep. It’s been five hours already that she’s just on the bed, tossing and spinning around but she can’t get to make herself fall to that beloved goddess of sleep.“Am I afraid?” She shook her head. “No, definitely not. Those are just empty words. What is he? A president? He can’t decide on my life and my decisions! I’m going to sleep now!”Minutes later, she found herself in the kitchen drinking her coffee and winding up how miserable her life was. She’s an orphan, obviously no parents and no siblings with no known relatives. A lonely bitch is all she will ever be known for living in a cramped apartment inside one of the most dangerous districts in the state. He remembere
His mouth came crashing down on hers, his huge hands winding the long silky strands of her hair while his other hand snaked expertly around her waist yanking her frail soft body against his hard frames. He ground his lips over her mouth, his tongue began probing but she kept her lips sealed giving him no access. Pressing their bodies together, he squeezed her jaws until she had no choice but to open it for him. He didn’t waste any more time. Thrusting his tongue inside mimicking lovemaking, he cupped her breast and knead them in a ravishing fashion. Mortified, she pushed him away and wiped her mouth repeatedly trying to remove the stain of taste he left on her lips. Daemon let out an empty laugh while Devon is on the verge of tears.She can’t believe he kissed her and she can’t believe how she let him do that. “Damn you!” she shouted, her knees are trembling again so she sat down or else she’ll fall to the floor. “Well, damned be me but I want to do it again. Come here,” he said
They arrived in a huge house inside a highly-secured exclusive subdivision in the heart of the district she just sees in magazines and social media. Daemon did not have to force her to go out of the car because she was already outside of the gigantic iron gate looking up at the intricately-designed house.She tugged at his arms and pointed at the house, her face revealing nothing but admiration. “Wow! Do you live here? What are you? A billionaire? Are you that loaded?”“I’m more than that.” He put his hands on his pockets and studied her face. There’s no hint that she remembered this place.“This is the last house we had before that attack happened. I stayed here for years while looking for you,” he explained. In fact, he kept the same arrangement of the furniture inside so by the time he finds her, it’ll be easier for her.“Sure, sure.” Eyeing the place, she smiled to herself. “So I’ll be living here from now on?”“You seemed excited. I thought you're not Devon Farrows?”She shrugg
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