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The Devil's Mistress 15
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The phone vibrated in my jacket pocket just as I tightened the noose around the man's neck. A finance mogul—a man who had built his empire on greed and deception. He had orchestrated the recent attacks against me, thinking he could eliminate the problem before it turned on him. He thought wrong. I picked up the call without hesitation, my eyes never leaving the trembling bastard standing on the chair in front of me. The ceiling fan above him creaked slightly under the weight of the rope I had secured. "She's on the move again." Fred's voice came through the line. I tilted my head slightly. "To where?" Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the businessman's eyes darted between me and the noose, sweat trailing down his temple as if he still had a choice. "Taking a cab," Fred continued, background noise filtering through the line. "Looks like she ran out of gas. No sign of her car." I chuckled under my breath. "Tell me, is she alon
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-07The Devil's Mistress 16
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat alone in my study, nursing a glass of whiskey with contracts scattered on my desk. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment of quiet, when the door swung open. Thomas stumbled in, slightly breathless. "Apologies for the intrusion, Boss." He muttered, straightening his glasses nervously. I kept silent, swirling the whiskey in my glass, waiting for him to explain. "But, it's Angel." He hesitated before pointing over his shoulder. "She's throwing another tantrum." I sighed, setting the empty glass down as I referred to the nanny. "Where's Mrs. Jones?" "She called in sick this morning." He shifted awkwardly. I loosened my tie and stood, heading for the door. "Where is she?" I asked, checking the time. It was just past 7 PM. I had a meeting in a couple of hours, but there was time to deal with this. "In her room." Thomas followed closely as we made our way down the hall. When we reached Angel's bedroom, I found her bouncing on the bed in her pajama
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-11The Devil's Mistress 01: Trapped
ROXANNE POV They never saw it coming—twelve men, twelve bodies and I hadn't even laid a finger on them. The house always felt like it was holding its breath, suffocating and still, like it was waiting for something to go wrong.A car accident took my mother's life when I was twelve and in its aftermath, I ended up in the care of Garry, my stepfather. Not just any stepfather. Garry was the relentless leader of the Goons Gang. My memories of that time were fractured, like scattered puzzle pieces I couldn't quite put together. I'd survived the crash, but not unscathed. I'd woken up from a coma with no memory of the accident, or much of my childhood.Garry had filled in the gaps; telling me about a father I couldn't remember, a man who had been sentenced to life for murder.I hadn't known enough to question it and even if I had, who could I turn to? For the last five years, my life has been a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.Garry flat-out refused to pay for any medical treatment
최신 업데이트 : 2025-02-19The Devil's Mistress 02: Stranger
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The gun was loaded, the safety off. All that was left was to decide how much his life was worth to him."Please..." His voice cracked, sweat dripping down his face. "I'll give you five million. Just let me live.""Ten." I circled him, calmly.His eyes darted. "Deal. But...who sent you?"I ignored the question. "Where's the check?"He nodded shakily toward the desk. I grabbed the checkbook and pen, tossing them in front of him. Loosening the ropes slightly, I waited.His hands shook as he scrawled the amount.I took the check, glanced at it and tucked it into my jacket.Turning to the door, I paused, letting his relief hang in the air."I’ve already got fifteen million to kill you." I said, glancing back, as the color began to drain from his face. "And I didn’t agree to your offer."His face paled, panic setting in. "No, wait..."The single shot cracked through the air, the bullet embedding itself neatly between his eyes. His head snapped back, a trickle of blood r
최신 업데이트 : 2025-02-19The Devil's Mistress 03: The Diner
ROXANNE POV The cool evening air brushed against my skin as I walked down the block, grocery bags in hand.My car—a dented old sedan I was still making payments on—sat a few blocks away.A nagging feeling crept over me as if someone was following me and I glanced over my shoulder. Something felt off.Instead of heading toward my car, I kept walking, tightening my grip on the grocery bags. The block wasn't completely deserted, but it was sparse enough that help would be hard to find.Then I saw it—the small diner where I've been working the night shift, its neon sign glowing faintly in the distance. It was tucked into a quiet corner of the block.I headed straight for it, quickening my pace without breaking into a full run. As I neared the entrance, I caught sight of a few people inside, their voices faintly audible even through the glass. Relief washed over me. Pushing the door open, I was greeted by the familiar clang of the bell above it. The owner, Gladys, stood behind the co
최신 업데이트 : 2025-02-19The Devil's Mistress 04: The Child
ROXANNE POV I jumped out of the car and knelt beside the man, my breath catching in my throat. My hands trembled as I cupped his face, trying to steady him—or myself, I wasn’t sure. "Shit...shit...look at me!" I muttered, as I scanned his features for any sign of recognition. His eyelids fluttered and for a brief moment, his chestnut eyes opened. They were unfocused, hazy, but alive. Relief hit me, though it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of familiarity. Something about him tugged at me—a face I should know, a name I couldn’t quite place. Before I could make sense of it, his eyes slid shut, his body going limp. "Daddy!" The sharp, high-pitched cry startled me. I turned and saw a little girl rushing toward us, her light brown eyes filled with fear, tears streaming down her face. She dropped to her knees beside me, her tiny hands pressing against his chest and her sobs grew louder. "Hey, hey, it’s okay," I murmured, softening my tone as I reached out to her.
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-01The Devil's Mistress 05: Déjà Vu
ROXANNE POV Three days. It had been three long days since I let Angelina and her father into my cramped apartment, three days of trying to hold everything together, to pretend like life hadn’t just flipped itself upside down. I stood at the stove, flipping a pancake, the scent of warm batter filling the small kitchen. My gaze flicked over my shoulder, catching Angelina watching me with quiet curiosity. Her little fingers tapped against the counter in a rhythm only she seemed to understand, her bright eyes tracking my every move. Despite everything, she’d adjusted surprisingly well. Too well. There were moments when I caught her humming to herself, swinging her legs as if we weren’t holed up in a tiny apartment. And Raphaël…he still hadn’t woken up fully. He’d stirred a few times, muttering words I couldn’t quite make out before slipping under again. The fever had broken last night and that was the only reason I’d let myself breathe. The private doctor I managed
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-01The Devil's Mistress 06: Kitten
ROXANNE POV Slowly, I turned to face him, my back pressed firmly against the wood. He loomed over me, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence both intimidating and impossible to ignore. "I—I’m sorry." I stammered. "I asked you a question." He murmured, his voice low and commanding. "She’s...she’s in the kitchen. Eating Pancakes." I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. His eyes narrowed, studying me like he was peeling back every layer to uncover the truth. I stood frozen under his scrutiny, feeling small but unwilling to look away. "What’s your name?" He finally asked, his voice quieter. "Roxanne." I breathed, barely audible. His gaze didn’t falter, moving over my face like he was memorizing every detail. After what felt like forever, he stepped back. The gun in his hand, no longer pointed it at me. How did he even find—I watched as he eased himself back onto the bed. The gun rested loosely in his grip now, though his wariness lingered. Relief c
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-02
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The Devil's Mistress 16
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat alone in my study, nursing a glass of whiskey with contracts scattered on my desk. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment of quiet, when the door swung open. Thomas stumbled in, slightly breathless. "Apologies for the intrusion, Boss." He muttered, straightening his glasses nervously. I kept silent, swirling the whiskey in my glass, waiting for him to explain. "But, it's Angel." He hesitated before pointing over his shoulder. "She's throwing another tantrum." I sighed, setting the empty glass down as I referred to the nanny. "Where's Mrs. Jones?" "She called in sick this morning." He shifted awkwardly. I loosened my tie and stood, heading for the door. "Where is she?" I asked, checking the time. It was just past 7 PM. I had a meeting in a couple of hours, but there was time to deal with this. "In her room." Thomas followed closely as we made our way down the hall. When we reached Angel's bedroom, I found her bouncing on the bed in her pajama
The Devil's Mistress 15
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The phone vibrated in my jacket pocket just as I tightened the noose around the man's neck. A finance mogul—a man who had built his empire on greed and deception. He had orchestrated the recent attacks against me, thinking he could eliminate the problem before it turned on him. He thought wrong. I picked up the call without hesitation, my eyes never leaving the trembling bastard standing on the chair in front of me. The ceiling fan above him creaked slightly under the weight of the rope I had secured. "She's on the move again." Fred's voice came through the line. I tilted my head slightly. "To where?" Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the businessman's eyes darted between me and the noose, sweat trailing down his temple as if he still had a choice. "Taking a cab," Fred continued, background noise filtering through the line. "Looks like she ran out of gas. No sign of her car." I chuckled under my breath. "Tell me, is she alon
The Devil's Mistress 14
ROXANNE POV "Take these." I placed the pills in his hand before stepping away to get him some water. He popped them into his mouth without hesitation, his voice cutting through the quiet as I handed him the glass. "Where are your folks?" The question came out of nowhere, catching me off guard. "My mother passed away and I'm not exactly close with my father." I answered curtly, purposely avoiding any mention of my stepfather. He swallowed the pills, barely giving me a moment before pressing further. "So, how long have you been on your own?" His persistence grated on me. "Why does my life matter to you?" I countered, grabbing a fresh roll of bandage. His eyes darkened slightly. "You answer if you want to stay alive." His tone was cold, unapologetic. I rolled my eyes, standing my ground. "If you really wanted to kill me, you would've done it already." For once, I stared him down, refusing to let him intimidate me. A strange sense of confidence bubbled up, steadying
The Devil's Mistress 13
ROXANNE POV I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs and I sucked in a slow breath, grounding myself. I wasn't in Garry's house anymore. I exhaled, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. The apartment was quiet, the soft glow of morning filtering through the curtains. Peaceful. My gaze landed on the half-empty mug of coffee sitting on the table. I must've dozed off watching whatever late-night movie had been playing. Rubbing a hand over my face, I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Stretching out my stiff limbs, I pushed myself to my feet and headed toward the kitchen, craving something fresh and hot. It had been a few days since Raphaël walked out of here with Angelina. The eerie silence that followed their departure lingered like a ghost, unsettling yet oddly welcome. No sign of him, no sign of Kendrick. Not even Garry had tried sniffing me out. Maybe I'd been right—maybe they really didn't know where I was hiding. Ken had found my workp
The Devil's Mistress 12
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I let a small chuckle slip, shaking my head. "So that just leaves you." His breath hitched. He swallowed hard, shaking like a leaf. Then, he added, "I was the one who tipped them off...your men." I narrowed my eyes, my grip on the gun tightening. He coughed, spitting blood onto his lap. "When I found out you had a daughter...it didn't sit right. It...it wasn't part of the deal. Killing you was one thing, but the child..." He wheezed, shaking his head. "I warned them, before it went down." I stared at him for a long moment, my expression unreadable, recalling how my guys had gotten the tip just moments before it went down. "Should I show you mercy or thank you for that?" I asked flatly, tilting my head. His whole body tensed, like he wasn't sure if I was about to let him go or put a bullet between his eyes. "I swear, I...I didn't..." His voice cracked and he choked on a sob. I didn't give him the chance to finish. A single shot rang out. His body
The Devil's Mistress 11
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "I swear, I don't know anything!" The bastard's voice cracked, the desperation leaking through every syllable. Adam shot me a look, unimpressed. His knuckles were already stained with blood, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. Adam was my third-in-command, my best enforcer—the kind of man who let his fists do the talking. And right now, his fists were saying a hell of a lot. I gave him a nod and he grinned darkly before driving another punch into the man's ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the basement. The guy let out a strangled cough, spitting blood onto the cold concrete. "I need a name." I said, my voice even. Controlled. Adam delivered another brutal hit and the suspect's head lolled forward, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I...I don't know..." His words were barely above a whisper, his swollen face almost unrecognizable. I sighed, unbuttoning my black trench coat. Handing it off to the new kid—my top recruit, who'd been driving
The Devil's Mistress 10
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as we pulled into the estate, Fred’s irritation became impossible to ignore. He wasn’t the type to leave anything unsaid, especially when it came to loose ends. He sat quietly beside me, his jaw clenched as though trying to bite back whatever remark was brewing. Finally, as we parked, he broke his silence. "Was it smart to let her walk away, Boss?" I shifted Angel’s weight in my arms, she was fast asleep. "She’s not the issue right now." I said, flatly, keeping my voice low. Fred didn’t reply immediately, but his frown deepened. I stepped out of the car, Angel still clutching the teddy bear like it was the last safe thing in the world. "We’re already stretched thin trying to figure out who planted that bomb," Fred continued as we made our way inside the mansion. "Now you’ve got a civilian in the mix. That’s a liability." "She’s not going to be a problem." I shot back, as I carried Angel upstairs. "And you’re sure about that?" I did
The Devil's Mistress 09
ROXANNE POV His hand gripped my neck—not tight enough to choke but enough to make his point. His other hand pressed against the fridge just above my shoulder, trapping me. My mouth parted in shock, my eyes locking with his. The sly smirk curving his lips sent a shiver down my spine. "Don’t toy with me, kitten." He murmured, the nickname laced with sarcasm. "Kitten...funny, isn’t it? Something so small and harmless, yet trying to claw its way out of trouble." His smirk widened. "But if I find out you’re lying..." He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper near my ear, "...well, let’s just say tearing you to pieces won’t be off the table." The words sent a chill through me, but it wasn’t just the threat that had my stomach twisting. It was the way his gaze dropped to my lips and back to my eyes, predatory and unnervingly calm. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the glint in his eyes reminded me too much of Kendrick and Garry. That same quiet menace, the kind
The Devil's Mistress 08
ROXANNE POV Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders. "Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m not going to the cops or anyone else, okay?" "You can all just leave and forget I even exist." I tried to keep my tone firm, hoping they’d understand I meant it. The ginger-haired man scoffed behind me, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You really expect us to buy that?" I turned, meeting his skeptical eyes head-on. "If I wanted to, I would’ve done it the second I saw his Glock Model 40." My eyes darted to Raphaël as I spoke. The room fell silent, their expressions unreadable as they exchanged glances. Fred finally broke the silence, smirking as he leaned back against the countertop. "Alright then. What’s your price for keeping quiet? Money?" His tone was mocking, the slight arch of his brow making it clear he was testing me. "Keep what quiet, exactly? And I don’t want your money," I shot back, standing my ground. The truth was, I could use the money. G
