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YARA'S POINT OF VIEW“Damn You look so sexy in that, if this press conference wasn't so important I would have ripped that cloth off of you and fucked you right now till you beg me to stop” Walter said looking at me like I am his favorite snack. I looked away thanking the stars that I am not pale skinned if not he would have been able to see how pink my cheeks were getting as a result of his words, he might be able to decipher how much I want him, maybe he would be able to tell ever unspeakable thing I have ever done including how I had fucked myself right there in the bathroom with the thought of his body in my head. I hate how those thoughts make me feel like a whore, I hate how much I hate myself for moving on from Raphael that quickly, does that mean I never really loved him? Does wanting Walter mean that I love him? I don't know, I'm just a lot confused. Raphael was the first man I have ever been with, his dick was the first I sucked and fucked, he thought me everything I know
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY: BACK TO FIVE YEARS AGO
VALENTINA'S POINT OF VIEW “I can't go in there,” I said to Diego as I stared at that formidable gate, the gate to the villa where everything happened, Damian's jealousy, Diego's accident, Dester's death. This villa holds memories of our last time happy together, in this villa was the last time I saw Diego… my Diego the same way.We all grew up together; Damian, Diego, Dester, my sister Sydney and I. Diego and I were best friends then we grew older and became lovers, Dester and Sydney had always been together, I remember them holding hands and kissing almost every time, they were the definition of teenage love , crazy, reckless, so in love. Reckless, maybe they shouldn't have been so reckless in their love, maybe then Dester would not have died and Sydney would not be in that coma, and maybe if Dester had not died and Sydney was not in a coma Damian would not have shot Diego, Diego would not have lost his memory and we would all just be as happy as we once were.It's a confusing story
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: SOME SECRETS ARE BETTER KEPT SECRET
VALENTINA'S POINT OF VIEW“You can tell me anything” Diego said, his hand was on my arm trying to calm me down. He looked so worried, a bit anxious and a lot confused. We are sitting in a cafe a few streets away from the villa, a small cafe with painted wooden chairs that were laid out side by side and at each opposite sides of the coffee table, the walls had beautiful graffiti style art on them, there was one of a woman on a beautiful beach and another of what looks like an Afro-Latina with her beautiful full 4B hair on display.I looked away from Diego and turned my gaze to the art on the wall close to me, it was one of a hollow black hole, empty, turbulent, lonely. A little like how I would be after Diego finds out, this piece of art looked very out of place amongst the other cheerful, happy paintings.“Valentina I am here for you, always, I promise. You can tell me anything.” Diego said again, his voice was thick with emotions, his face looked like it used to before the accident,
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: I CAN’T PROMISE NOT TO HURT HIM
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW “Where is the flash drive?” He asked, Mateo, the man who has been keeping me captive for a few minutes now, I watched the grandfather clock ticking by the side of the room. Ten minutes and still he hasn’t gotten his answer, I can tell that he is starting to get a lot impatient, I don’t know how long I can stall, I don’t even think it’s a good idea for me to keep stalling because I don’t think anyone is coming to save me. Mateo works for Raphael, everyone here works for Raphael. Including the women all dressed in skimpy lingerie that hardly covers anything. Black, white, biracial, Hispanic, you name them Raphael has all of them… all of us under his rule. That insatiable bastard.Sometimes I wonder how he and my father were able to keep this part of their lives hidden for so long, I wonder how Yara and I did not see how much of a sick bastard my father was, to us he was nothing but a devoted loving father until we turned fourteen and he decided that we had to joi
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: A SQUEAKY CLEAN IMAGE
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW I woke up to see my name printed in the front page of an online gossip magazine with the words ‘home wrecker’ next to it. There was a picture of me looking really ugly and scruffy in a head scarf, faded T-shirt, a yoga pant and flip flops next to an insanely stunning picture of Olivia Reverra on the Oscar red carpet draped in a stunning blue Chanel couture dress, which was covered in thousands of Swarovski crystals, heels to die for and a perfectly flawless skin.The heading of the post read ‘Walter Davis left America’s sweetheart Olivia Reverra for this’ I am the ‘this’. I headed to the comment section even if I knew that I probably should not.‘She is so ugly! What does Walter see in that bitch?!’ The first comment read, I could imagine a frown on the face of the fan as they wrote this comment. They were probably on their kitchen counter, typing furiously with a mug filled with coffee by their side.“Men! I had Walter! He is such a playboy! I am not going to w
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: TWO GHOSTS. KISSING.
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW “I want to show you something.” Diego said suddenly during dinner, his fork going through his meal of spaghetti bolognese without actually picking any strand of spaghetti up.I had asked what was wrong about two minutes ago but he insisted that everything was alright even if he continued picking through his food.“It is something really personal to me, something I haven’t told or shown anyone before.” He added meeting my stare with a sad, haunted gaze.I nodded, reached out to hold his hands in mine.“I’ve got you, always and forever Diego.” I said and meant it. We have gotten closer just being alone together on this semi-deserted island. I have seen parts of him that I never thought I would see after the accident, parts of him that I thought had been buried with my father, burnt in the flames of our legendary family fued.I wonder if he would still want me around if (when) he finds out about his brother (Dester’s) death and my sister’s involvement in it.I
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: LIAR VALENTINA
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW We walked into the elevator, the ride was tensed, the silence was deafening, no words spoken just both of us alone with our thoughts. Alone with thoughts we probably thought would be irrelevant by now, thoughts that hunts me every single day, they come as nightmares, a faceless man that I know but do not know chasing me with a sickle.I guess I deserve that, I shot him didn’t I? I shot the one person I have ever loved and now he is here with me, standing side by sides with me taking me to the sight where that memory was formed.We got out of the elevator and walked into a room that looked like one of those old Victorian era library, dusty old books on shelves, thousands and thousands of shelves that rose all the way to the ceiling of one part of the room. The other part of the enormous room had pictures of the Fernandez’s ancestors from the twentieth generation. Sir Enesto Fernandez, first of his name is the founder, the patriarch of the Fernandez’s dynasty
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: BACK TO THE DEVIL WHO WANTS ME DEAD.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW I watched them dance so closely, the dance was so slow so sensual, so so intimate. It is the after party for Walter’s movie premiere, there’s a whole bunch of press people here, a whole bunch of celebrities that I recognize from them being on every single screen I have watched from phone screens to television screens.I hate the way she has her hands on him, the way his hands dips into the low back of her evening gown, I hate the way he leans into her and kisses the the space between her breasts which was exposed by the deep V-neck at the front of the dress. Disgusting, they were literally fucking right here in front of us all.Everyone else awwned and went all puppy eyed and dreamy eyed. They looked like the perfect couple, they are the perfect couple, Walter Davis and Olivia Reverra are literally the modern Romeo and Juliet.After they released that article stating that they were back together every thing went back to normal for Walter in fact it was better tha
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The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: WHISKEY IN A GLASS.
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW When I saw that the door was unlocked, I did not panic like the last time. Nowadays i feel like I would be more panicked if I meet the door locked after I get back from work. I know who is in my house, it is the same person who has been in my house every single day for about a week now, it is Diego, it’s his M.O to just go into my house without prior notice, he has pretty much made my house his since about a week now. He lets himself in (I don’t know how) takes a sit and pretty much just waits for me to get back from work, the first three times it happens I was shocked maybe a bit terrified but now after all these time I would say his presence is pretty much something I am starting to get used to something I am trying my hardest not to start getting attached to because I know what would happen when he learns the full story about five years ago.I walked in and sure enough he was there seated sipping on a glass of whiskey.“This whiskey sucks but unfortunat
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX: MI AMOR
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW “Aren’t you going to give your love a hug?” He said. I hoped that I would never see him again, I hoped the day I walked out of his house would be the day I walk out of his life but apparently that ceases to be the case because he is here and I am terrified. I wish he would just leave! I wish he would just leave my life alone! Why do I have to go through this every single time!“Walter what are you doing here?!” I asked with a very shaky voice. I ran my hands on the front desk, I then held it in order to steady myself a bit.“You know I got lonely and decided that I don’t want to give you up.” He said with a smile. I flinched, what does this mean?!“You wanted a holiday, I gave you a holiday now it’s time to come back home.” He said. He has to be joking, I am never going anywhere near his estate ever again! I like the life I’m living now! I like who I am now! I cannot go back to being his puppet, his trophy wife who has no say in any matter. I cannot go back to t
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: REMEMBER THE TIME WE FELL IN LOVE?
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW“If I help you remember you have to promise me that you would give me back my daughter.” I said and then paused a bit.“Regardless of what you remember… regardless of if what you remember makes you hate me more than you probably already do.” I added.Diego frowned at me, he thought about it for a while before sighing and finally giving in.“Your daughter would be yours again once I remember my past.” He sad, he looked a bit sad like he was sad to let go of something.I have to make this pact with him because I need to get my daughter back and I am not sure he would be willing to give her back if he knew some of the things I did five years ago.There are parts of the past I would like to remain hidden, parts I hope he never remembers, part of the past I still regret till this day. I wish he can only remember the parts were I was his girl, the parts were we used to be happy, went everything was going smoothly the parts before he returned from the ranch, the pa
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR: STALKERS!
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW “I have to get married to Maddie.” Delvin said, his words shocked me beyond anything. What?! We are in a relationship! We have been in a relationship for sometime now, he said he loves me that he was willing to spend the rest of his life with me so what changed? I am fine being his secret girlfriend, I’m fine with no one knowing that we are dating, I held my end of the deal, I never spoke to him at the campus or whenever we were in public around people he knows, he said it had something with his father not wanting him to be with any girl that is not up to their social standing, he said he was going to find a way to convince his father that I am different, that he loves me and he is going to spend the rest of his life with me with or without his father’s permission and now he is here telling me that he is getting married to Maddie.As in the girl I had thought to be just his best friend, the girl he had convinced me is just his best friend.“I’m sorry Zara, if I
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE: I DON’T KNOW HER.
DIEGO’S POINT OF VIEW My dream does not make sense but yet somehow it does, it is kinda like my mind is starting to remember but somehow I do not want to accept something that my heart already knows, something my heart has already accepted. I know i love her, I get my heart has known of this fact since the day I set my eyes on her that day at the alleyway, she looked familiar, it felt like I had known her from somewhere like she was from my past life or something.If the part about her being the love of my life before the accident is true does it also mean that the part about her not killing my brother is also true? That can’t be! I know she did it! I saw the footage! What happened five years ago! Why can’t I remember?! Why is my brain so fucking useless!And now the only person who can explain everything to me has somehow vanished! I’m going to get to the bottom of this and who ever helped her escape is going to feel my wrath.I looked at Giovanni, he still looked as arrogant as he
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO: CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW I feel like a free loader, just staying at Blake’s apartment without paying for anything, not paying for the rent or groceries or anything and on top of that he got beaten because of me, it feels awful to be the reason for a person’s misfortune.I have been here for just a week and I already feel terrible, I should be doing something, I should be paying him back.“Please? I promise I’ll be safe.” I said for the hundredth time.“You can’t promise that Yara, he is dangerous, see what he did to me, I know him Yara a lot more than you think you do.” Blake said, his voice went sad when he said the last part. “I just don’t think I can stay here without doing anything anymore… i am tired of being such a… a leech.” I said. That’s how I feel like a leech, who takes and takes without ever giving back. I need to give back, I need to pay back just so I can feel worthy.Blake stopped arguing with me for a while, he went quiet like he understand where I was coming from like h
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE: FIRE ON FIRE
DIEGO’S POINT OF VIEW I woke up drenched in sweat, I did not even know that I fell asleep until I woke up, the last thing I remember from last night was watching Valentina look outside the window.I had a horrible dream one whose thought I cannot dismiss, it seemed very real, too real like it happened, like I was re-living a past life or something, it felt more real than even reality, I can still feel the pain of the bullet piercing through my chest, I can still feel how close I was to death, how the only thing that stopped me from slipping away was her, the girl in the pink ball gown, the girl who looks eerily similar to Valentina Sanchéz.In this dream I was dancing the waltz with this girl in a big beautiful banquet hall, I remember feeling so happy and fulfilled like everything I had ever wanted was finally becoming mine, I held on to this girl more closely, she rested her head on my shoulder, I had my hands on her waist, we danced like this until something happened, I don’t know
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SEVENTY: MY QUEEN.
DIEGO’S POINT OF VIEW It is really funny… waking up handcuffed and tied up by a woman, there’s something a bit sexual about it maybe that’s why I can not take the situation seriously. She has that file in her hand, I actually thought I had gotten rid of that so when I saw it with her I was a lot surprised. Honestly, I don’t really care what she thinks about the file, I don’t think I would ever care what she thinks again, she just proved to me that she is exactly who I think she is, a liar and a manipulator.It’s really funny her spiking my drink, making me unconscious and then trying me up… I am the one who normally does that so this is definitely a new development. I look straight ahead at her, she looks frantic, very shaky, very unsure of her next action… it’s funny how hard she’s trying to hide her shakiness. I’m not really even mad about her spiking my drink and getting the handcuffs on me, I find it more… amusing than annoying, it’s entertaining really, I wonder what little mis
The devil’s new plaything CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE:THE FACE OF A HEART BREAKER.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW I placed the hood of my hoodie on my head, I tried to blend in with the surrounding, I tried not to be noticed, did my best not to even make a squeak, it is really late at night and at this time the street gets dangerous, there was a car coming my way, the headlights was on almost fully, the headlights were pointing in my direction.I tried to sink further back into the bench I was sitting in, tried to disappear. What if the person coming tries something with me? There would be no one to save me, there would be no one for me to call out to out here in this lonely diserted street.I was literally about to run in panic when he walked out of the car… he being Blake, I ran into his arms with tears streaming down my eyes.“I was so scared, he is so dangerous… he… I don’t know what to do Blake.” I sobbed into his shirt, he said nothing but just held me in his arms.“Let me take you home Yara, everything will be fine, I promise.” Blake said and I totally believe him wit
