Daemon is looking out into the dark vastness of the sky outside his tower, the Druft tower that he inherited from his late father. It’s already midnight, a little too late from his usual routine of going home. That’s out of his character, to deviate from his habits for one reason. He’s hesitating to come home because of Devon. It might be a stretch but he can’t stand staring right into her eyes anymore for fear that she’ll read right into his thoughts. What happened between them that night shouldn’t have happened in the first place. He was just seduced by her scent and he let longing take over his mind. And when she told him a piece of her memory, hell unleashed inside him. She saw Devon again wriggling in agony underneath him while he took her savagely. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the cold gust of wind on his face. Would he let pain control him again? A pair of slender arms hugged him from behind. Maddy rested her chin on his shoulder an
“Daemon would really kill me if he finds us out.” Henry cleared his throat and gripped the steering wheel tightly when a group of armed men passed by their car. “Shit! He’s going to roast me alive!”Devon just ignored his whining while sitting silently in the car, arms crossed together waiting for her parents to come out of the restaurant. She literally begged Henry to accompany her outside to the mall and then tricked him to tail her parents that she accidentally saw on the way. She could have just walked out the car and approached them to announce to them that their daughter is not dead but the old creepy old man they’re talking to inside stops her from doing so. Looking at his lopsided grin tells her he’s a nasty evil guy. “Why have you become like this? You’re not like this Devon. You’re a sweet little obedient wife of Daemon so can you just be that sweetheart again so that we can go back now.”“Just shut up!” she hissed at him. “Don’t be such a pussy! Where did all your testoste
“Pack up your things in the closet. The luggage is inside. I’ll wait for you outside.”“Daemon wait!”“What?!” he growled. The raspy tone of his angry voice creates a more menacing aura over his face. The cold, harsh expression on his face makes her want to crumble to her knees.“Are you really sure about it? Are you really returning me back to my family?”“You said you wanted to talk to them. Now, you can not only talk to them, you can now live with them again like you used to.”What he’s saying is tempting but her heart is rejecting the thought of being away from him. Something is telling her not to go back yet. As embarrassing as it may sound, she wanted to stay with him or if she can’t stay forever with him then maybe she can stay a bit longer despite him being toxic, imposing, rude, demanding, and dangerous.“Would it be better for you to give me back to them?”Daemon’s features softened but he remained his lips sealed so she continued. “When you said that you have no reason to
“Sandra? Sandra, where is Devon? Where is my daughter?” A desperate voice took over the dismissing tone of her father. That’s her mother’s voice, Melena. She recognized her soft voice during the party when she first met her. “She’s outside, ma’am.”“Really?! Come on, Gestoni. Hurry! Our daughter has come back.”Devon stood there outside the gate waiting for her mother to emerge from the humongous door, ran to her to hug her. On the way, she'd imagined it would be. Her mother’s reaction is normal. What she didn’t expect is Gestoni’s reaction.Surely, no matter how big the rift between them, he’ll not dismiss the possibility of his daughter being alive. Won’t you get even just a bit hopeful? Won’t you go out like your wife to verify?“Devon!” Melena yelled in a mixture of hope and desperation.“Devon…” she covered her mouth in a mix of shock and happiness while slowly walking towards her, her voice trembling, her tears began to fall. “Devon, my daughter.”She pulled her into her a
The moment she entered her room, guided by her mother, the first thing that came into her mind was the word ‘no’. It’s pink everywhere. The curtains are pink, the bedsheets are pink, even the closets are pink!She never knew she has this much affinity to that color that the thought of it now sends bolts of cringe into her body. It’s too tacky for her own liking now. “This is your room, Devon. I made sure to preserve this for this exact moment. I know you will return to mommy. My mother’s instincts told me so.”Melena sat beside her on the bed and just stared at her face. “What happened, Devon? How did you… how did you manage that crash? All of us believed you were dead so we stopped the search and rescue operation.”Was there really any one conducted for her? Based on her father’s personality, he wouldn’t waste his precious resources for his only daughter. “Can’t we talk about that for now, m-mom?” she refused averting her question. How would she know when she can’t remember anythi
“No, I’m not going to marry Joffrey.”Gestoni’s stony face even transformed into a more formidable presence. His eyes narrow into a menacing glare at his daughter who stood there in front, seeming too fearless and too proud for her own sake. “And why is that?” he asked, controlling his anger by gulping down the remaining liquid on his glass. “I just don’t want to,” Devon answered coolly but in reality, her knees could break off with her thigh bones at any moment. “Not because you don’t want to divorce Daemon?!” his voice thundered across his vast home study. “What?” Devon exclaimed by his absurd insinuation “Why do you have to always associate men in my life as they’re the sole reasons for my decisions? I am my own person. I don’t want to marry Joffrey because he is a stinking old man who is old enough to be my grandfather. He can fuck his own self and then dig his own grave afterwards!”Gestoni stood up abruptly and threw the glass on the wall in anger. “Shut your mouth, young la
“I said get off me! Get off me!”She screamed with all her might and punched him hard on the face and anywhere her hands could reach as long as it would inflict pain on him but Joffrey didn’t seem to mind it. With every struggle she’s exhibiting, it only makes him more determined to make her his.He’s laughing at her helplessness, toying at her misery as he tore open her shirt and buried his face on her neck directly sucking her flesh. He put all of his weight on her, trapping her between his legs while he firmly held both of his arms above her head giving her no chance of running away.“No! You pig! Fuck you!” Her tears started streaming down her face due to lacking enough strength because she can’t even move him an inch away no matter how hard she pushed him away from her body. “Fuck you!” was all she could say when he began to unclasp the brassier from her behind.She stopped resisting to make him think that she has resigned to her ill fate but unbeknownst to him, while he’s busy
It’s been a month since she came back into Daemon’s care. A week of fighting off the demons in her head because of that traumatic experience. Devon expected her husband to act like the way he is but to her gratefulness, he never left her side through the therapy sessions. He even took a week off in his schedule to be with her. Joffrey is still alive but is confined in the hospital due to so much blood loss. Her parents did not communicate with her and just sent back her luggage. But more than what happened to her in the hands of Joffrey, what exacerbated her mental pressure is the fact that Daemon is right all along. She did hide Emily. She planned their escape and now Emily is with Ariane whom she realized that it’s her friend that she trusted so much. She is born inside a mafia family and is married into one. Back then, she would not entrust her daughter to someone that is unreliable. “So the Farrows princess is back, I see. I thought you wanted to remember your daughter but why
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