She lost track of the time after she discovered a movie theater room in the mansion. So for the next couple of hours, she stayed there enjoying every movie she could find. When it’s apparent that the guests have all left, that’s when she came out of her cave to eat and sleep. It’s already past two in the morning and the whole house is like a ghost town due to its uncanny silence.“Is the party over?” she whispered and peeked over the glass door towards the pool area. The whole place is already cleaned and back to its orderly fashion. After eating some leftover food in the fridge, she went upstairs ready to hit the hay. She didn’t bother to turn off the lights and just jumped right into the bed but instead of the usual soft covers that welcomed her, a hard and warm flesh instead greeted her. She jumped back and screamed but whoever is lying on the bed is quicker than her. He trapped her in his arms and covered her mouth and whispered to her ear.“Shut up. I’m trying to sleep here.”
“What did you say?!” he growled and moved in a flash towards her, his teeth gnashing in anger. “Did you just say something about my father?!”Frozen on the spot due to his monstrous reaction, she closed her eyes waiting for him to hit her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Daemon.”But instead of being slapped or punched like she expected, she heard a sob instead. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment when she saw Daemon on the floor writhing like a wounded child. “D-Daemon? Are you okay?” She slowly approached him. “Are you okay? D-Daemon?” Propping into his side to check him, Devon was astounded to see him crying. “What…” As weird as it may sound but she’s more scared now to see him crying than when he pointed a gun at her. But surprisingly, despite feeling fear, she raised her hand and began tapping his back in an effort to soothe him. “Don’t you dare mention anything about my father! You don’t know anything about him,” he said in a suppressed high voice. “I won’t say anything about him an
Something hot is fanning her face despite knowing that the air-condition was blasting last night. She purred and snuggled closer to the heat and clung her leg to whoever was beside her who cleared his throat. Yes, someone cleared his throat. Yes. His.A man. She suddenly woke up. The realization became immediate. Her mind quickly pieced things up together and before she could pretend that she’s still asleep, her reflex was faster to pop her eyes open and scrambled away from Daemon who laid there staring at her. “Why are we on the floor? Did you do something to me last night?” his voice was accusing. She fixed herself before standing up and sitting on bed looking as grumpy as ever. “Look who’s talking! You’re the one who came here in my room and hugged me like a lovesick boy last night. You won’t let go of my hand no matter what I do! And what would I do to you? I’m not like you.”“Your room?” His brows raised. “It’s also my room.”She cocked her brows higher. “But you never sleep
“Behave, Devon. I’m telling you. Don’t leave my side. If I see you taking off your mask, we’re going home immediately.”She rolled her eyes as they entered the mansion of Maddy’s husband who’s a senator where the auction is held. Both of them are wearing a black suit and a black mask enough to cover half of their faces just like all of the people in the event for the sake of anonymity. Tonight, she’s posing as his bodyguard. It took a lot of her to convince him to let her come. If not for Henry suggesting this idea, she would still be inside the room sulking. “I know, okay? You’ve been telling me that for ten fucking times, evil pig.”“I’m just reminding you and stop calling me that!”“Then stop being one,” she hissed. They passed the security after Daemon scanned his wrist on the machine. “Don’t you dare leave my side, you understand me? And don’t dream of escaping. I have eyes around.” “Noted mafia boss. What else do you want me to do?” she said sarcastically and adjusted her re
“Are you deaf?! Bitch, answer my question or,” she poured the liquid on a glass of water on the table, “else you have to drink this.”“No, thank you.” She tried to stand up to escape these two women before they got more attention from the other table but the other woman put down her glass on the table and pulled her back into the seat. She extended her hand to peel off the mask off her but Devon quickly tied it back in place.“Did I tell you to refuse?” She tilted her big head towards the glass. “Drink.”“Or you can tell us if you’re a pimp or Daemon has been into some cheap laid these days. Come on, girl. Humor us.”Her hand tightened around the gun under the table. Devon almost lost her cool but she managed to pick it back up a second before it could drop on the floor. These girls! Would it be too much if she wanted to put a hole in these women’s heads? And what is it to them if Daemon wanted to do it with some women? Is he some kind of demigod they worship? Her mind went back int
On the way home, they kept their silence throughout the trip. Devon fell into a deep thought about meeting her mother. The feeling of finally finding a missing piece of yourself is definitely there. She’s glad to see her mother but that just stopped there. No deeper feeling other than nostalgia. Why is that? Is she not close to her own mother? “You’re too quiet? What are you thinking?” Daemon asked, breaking the eerie silence in the air. “I’m just disappointed. I was on a high note that our meeting would stir something in me but didn’t remember anything,” she answered while looking out the window.There are too many things in her head right now that feel so overwhelming. For the first time since she was forced to assume the identity of Devon Farrows, she had a genuine curiosity to know about her past life before the marriage. She wants to know the life she led as a Farrows. She wants to know why they stopped looking for her but Daemon did not. Was she really just a pawn in the fam
Devon woke up the next day in a good mood. There’s no new memories but at least her relationship with Daemon improved a bit. They went to sleep without shouting or arguing hard even though she’s quite disappointed that he didn’t make a move on that cold night except for occasional hugs and rubbing of her back. Smiling before falling asleep beside her handsome dangerous husband is a good feeling, she reckoned. She’s been in a good mood for the whole week. “Alice, can you tell me what Daemon likes to eat?” she asked the head cook of the mansion one day. Alice is the only helper in the entire mansion who she senses doesn’t genuinely hate her. “Why? You’re planning to surprise your husband, Ma’am Devon?” she teased her.Giggling, she shook her head. “No, I’m just bored and I thought that I should explore this sudden role I landed. I mean I can’t do the usual things I do now. Can’t go out alone. Can’t do anything random. I’m so bored in this house so I decided to just make food for that
She only slept for three hours but she woke up refreshed like she had never been in the past years. She quickly showered, shaved, lathered a lot of body perfume lotion on her body, and dressed herself with a pair of white trousers and coat she picked from the walk-in closet. She paired it with gold earrings and a vintage watch and bag. Today is a special day for her. She’ll try to win that evil pig’s heart if he has one but if he doesn't then his affection or desire would be enough for her. “Good morning, Alice!” she cheerily greeted the chef who’s busy chopping tomatoes on the board. Surprised by her enthusiasm, she smiled back at her teasingly. “Wow! What energy!” She surveyed her appearance which caused her to drop down the knife on the countertop. “You looked so good, Devon. Ready to cook another round of your husband’s favorite food?”She let out a laugh that turned into a wince when she remembered how Daemon forced himself to eat the risotto but the frown quickly transformed
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