CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVILZAHRA'S POVThe fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me."Your blood is special." I heard her voice say in my mind.Dashiell sat across the room, his eyes dark and fixed on the fire, his jaw clenched in that way that meant he was lost in deep thought. Since we came back, he hadn't said much- that may seem like his usual self, but...this time was different. He checked on me from time to time, but kept his distance. It was almost like Davina made him worry alot.How di
CHAPTER 77: TANGO WITH THE DEVILZahra's PovDashiell stood over the man lying on the floor of the visitor's lounge, his fists balled at his sides. The guard-no, the imposter- groaned, his face bruised from the punches that Dashiell gave him earlier. "Talk," Dashiell growled, his voice low and commanding. Siobhan and I stood a few feet behind him, our arms crossed in the same way.The man blinked, his mouth twisting in pain. "I didn't expect to be noticed. There are too many guards and Davina confirmed that the Godfather usually took new guards every three months. She gave me the customized suit and said I should blend in..."Dashiell crouched down, gripping the man's shirt collar and pulling him close. "You should have known better than to underestimate me."The imposter winced but gave a faint, almost smug smile. "Davina's plan was solid. She knew I wouldn't last long, but my job was to deliver the package- and message.""Message?" Siobhan stepped forward, her tone sharp. "What mes
CHAPTER 78: IT'S OVERZAHRA'S POV The chamber was oddly silent as I stepped into the center. My eyes scanned the dark, empty room. The walls, high and cold, stretched upwards like the mansion's roof wasn't its limits, and my footsteps echoed in the vast place. I immediately took out the message which Lisa sent earlier, attached to it was a copy of the mansion's interior plan. And, she said Dashiell, Siobhan, and their team should come in immediately after I enter, but why weren't they coming after me?Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and called out, "Davina!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the creepy chamber.I clenched my fist, a glint of frustration in my eyes. "Davina! Come out you coward!"Still, nothing.I sighed, realizing that Lisa lied to us about Davina being here alone because there was no cult meeting today. Just as I was about to leave, the heavy doors behind me slammed shut, leading me to whirl around in shock.From the shadows, Davina walked out, her familiar, c
CHAPTER 79: SIOBHAN'S AFFAIRZahra's POVI stood by the large window, my fingers lightly tracing the cool glass as I gazed at the tiny drops of snow falling outside. The sky was a soft gray, and the snowflakes, small and beautiful, floated lazily on the ground. I smiled as I heard footsteps come from behind me, leaning into the warmth I felt as Dashiell slid his arm around my waist, pulling me gently against him."Hey," he murmured into my ear, his voice soft and warm.I leaned into him, taking a whiff of his cologne. "Hey," I whispered back, my eyes still on the falling snow.Dashiell kissed the side of my head, then spoke, his tone more serious. "I wanted to tell you... Lisa's health is improving. She's getting better now, and she's asked to report back to The Devil's Circle's external supervisors. She'll tell them she was the one who killed Davina."My gaze shifted, reflecting on the snow-covered garden below. "So she'll be the new sub-leader.""Yes," Dashiell confirmed. "Well, sh
CHAPTER 80: THE FEAR OF THANKSGIVING The next morning, we gathered at the pool house again, sipping tea and eating English muffins while I watched Adela and Maya giggle and whisper in their ears for the 100th time today.I sighed heavily as I realized there was still no sign of Siobhan. I didn't know if it was something I said about Victor White, or...maybe she just wanted to be alone. But, it's unusual, knowing how free-spirited Siobhan was.Just then, Siobhan walked into the pool area dressed in a white bikini top and matching white shorts that rolled up to half her bum. "Yo, Adela. Dashiell emailed me earlier about the Thanksgiving Celebration. He said Domenico would be there." She said, sitting next to me on a lounge chair."Ugh." I heard Adela say before throwing a muffin in her mouth. "I thought he gave Domenico the red stamp?" "He said something about him being repentant. But I don't think so. Dashiell just wants to have a reason to kill him." I gasped, trying to put mysel
CHAPTER 81: PREPDashiell's PovThe sprawling estate stretched out before me, every inch of it brimming with the sounds of people running, scrubbing the walls, mowing the lawns and trimming the shrubs. From the towering marble pillars to the magnificent arched statues that framed the large double doors, it was the epitome of old-world grandeur.The estate, no, the palace, originally belonged to the last known generation of the Etruscans before it was bought by the Blackwood family more than a century ago. It was one of the most cherished family properties even though no one lived there unless it was time for important events like Thanksgiving celebration or the marriage ceremony of the Godfather. The palace is known as the "Rifugio Senza Tempo", which translates to "Timeless Haven". It is renovated once every two years and always has a huge budget that shortens the salaries of family members by fifteen percent- well, everyone except the Godfather.I walked through the grand hallways
CHAPTER 82: NATALYADashiell's POVI leaned back in the armchair in my Italian mansion's study, my eyes darting to the light fire cracking on the hearth. I glanced at my phone, a small smile tugging at my lips as I dialed Zahra's number. It was an awfully long inspection day, and though the palace was almost ready for Thanksgiving, I was constantly distracted with thoughts of Zahra.The phone rang, and after a moment, her soft voice filled my ear. "Hi, my love.""Hey," I murmured, sinking deeper into my armchair. "How is my favorite person in the whole world doing?"She let out a light laugh, but it was followed by a faint cough. My brows furrowed instantly. "Are you okay? You sound ill.""I'm fine, really," she said, though her voice still sounded slightly fatigued. "Just a little cold, nothing serious."I didn't buy it. "Hang on a second," I said, reaching for my second phone. My fingers moved swiftly, dialing Adela's number. As Zahra continued talking on the other line, I went stra
CHAPTER 83: SICK ZAHRAZahra's POVI hung up the call with Dashiell, placing my phone down on the space beside me. I shut my eyes, moving my hands to rest on my forehead to check my temperature as I felt a wave of nausea hit me hard. I stumbled out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom to wash my face, ignoring the horrible feeling of my stomach churning and twisting, and before I could even brace myself, I was hunched over the toilet, vomiting. I didn't even know what I was vomiting, considering the fact that I hadn't eaten all day.I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, gasping for air. The dizziness was unbearable, and my chest tightened as if it was closing around my rib cages and internal organs. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps, and I couldn't stop hyperventilating. I tried holding the toilet to sit up, but I had no strength to even grab anything."Get it together, Zahra," I muttered to myself, trying to fill my head with words of affirmation, hoping that my body w
Chapter 94: I'll Miss Tomorrow, Even When It Passes.Zahra's POV *Two Weeks Later*It had been two weeks since I learned to start walking again. Each day, every step came with its own pain—my muscles that felt too heavy, my balance that took forever to make my feet firm on the ground, and my lower abdomen that would ache every time Dashiell took me for a walk in the evenings, his arms on the small of my back, holding on to me like he knew how hard I would fall if he left me. Luckily, I managed to push through it all, ignoring the aches, until my body finally began to remember what it felt like to be able to do things on your own. Now, as I stood here in my bedroom, I could hardly believe that after all I had been through... I was still alive. After many near-death experiences and so many years of living in sadness, loneliness, and pain, I was still alive.I took a deep breath, smoothing my hands over the soft silk of the dress Siobhan had chosen for me—a dark green gown that shone
Chapter 93: Where It EndsZahra's POV*Three Months Later*I lay wrapped in a shroud, everywhere in total silence. I couldn't hear a thing, but I could see the blinding white light from a torn part of the shroud. Suddenly, a familiar, soft, and rhythmic beeping filled my ears, and in that instant everything went blank.Where was I? And why was everywhere so dark?I tried to stand up, but it felt like I was chained through the shroud. Through the torn part of the piece of cloth, I could see a speck of light trying to pierce through the darkness. As the light began to grow, I started to feel my body again, though every limb felt heavy, as though I had been asleep for a century.The light began to illuminate the whole place, swallowing the darkness that there once was, and I felt myself being broken free from the chains."Where am I? Where's Dashiell?" I tried to scream, but it only came out as a whisper.I struggled to open my eyes, blinking against the brightness. My head began to hur
Chapter 92: ALL OR NOTHINGDashiell's POVI stood outside Zahra's hospital room, watching her fragile figure on the bed, monitors beeping rhythmically, her skin even more pale than the white sheets that covered her. With every second that I stood there watching her, I was reminded of how close I had come to losing her because of Carolyn.I should have never let her come with me to Italy.My thoughts drifted back to when I got signals from Zahra's chip on my phone. Then, at the same time, Gotham called me that Carolyn's car started speeding unusually, and he started to move at their pace, but they started driving through long, narrow, and unknown roads. Then he lost them.How dare you, Aunt Carolyn?I was so close to losing my beloved because of your hatred for her. And, even if you didn't like her, what about me? Do you not care for me? Your own nephew?I sighed as I recalled getting to the scene where the signal was coming from, and we couldn't pass that area because of the car that
Chapter 91: ONE LAST TIMEWhere I came from, the world was a spiral of dull colors and muffled sounds. Pain shot through every part of my body, sharp and unwilling to leave. I could feel the warmth of blood still trickling down my forehead, sticky against my skin, and the metallic taste of it in my mouth."Am I alive?" I whispered as I forced my eyes open, squinting against the blinding afternoon light filtering through the trees.A voice echoed in the distance, but I couldn't tell who it was as it was very faint. I blinked multiple times, struggling to focus and understand what I was doing here. The car. Carolyn. The crash. I remember jumping out of it, trying to save myself, and now... where was I?With great effort, I tried to push myself up, my hands trembling beneath me as I leaned against a rough tree trunk. The dizziness was becoming toooverwhelming, and my body felt like my bones had turned into hammers, and they were hitting my body from inside out. "That's if you make it o
Chapter 90: Zahra's DeathZahra's POVThe next morning, I found myself reluctantly getting ready for Carolyn's tour. I'd chosen a hot pink bodycon dress that stopped around my ankle, paired with a pair of stiletto heels, and my hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. In case we stopped by a restaurant because I barely ate at the Thanksgiving dinner.At the beginning of the dinner, it felt mostly... peaceful, and I thought Siobhan lied to me about them being overly problematic. Until the fights broke out between Marcello and Isabelle. They tossed plates at each other, broke glasses, and yelled around. And, before I could manage to sneak out of the hall, one of Dashiell's cousins, Jana, caught me by the arm and pulled me aside with four of her friends and began to ask what Dashiell saw in me that he didn't see in other girls.I rolled my eyes as I brushed those thoughts off, stepping into the car that Carolyn had arranged for our use, but when I got closer, I noticed it was empty. I lo
Chapter 89: Carolyn's OutingDashiell's POVSitting at the head of the table, I watched my family members meet my gaze, the room silent as they waited for what I was going to say next.Domenico sat beside me, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and constantly glancing at me. I leaned over, lowering my voice just enough to be heard by him alone. "I trust you know why you are here. You are going to die, Uncle." I murmured, my voice firm. Domenico's face tensed, but he gave a small nod and looked away.Once everyone was settled, I rose to my feet, raising my glass. "Thank you all for coming to the annual Thanksgiving celebration," I began, my voice steady. "I am grateful for all your roles in making sure that our legacy grows and remains unified in purpose. We all have our duties as members of the Blackwood family. And, even if you are not of Ottoman descent, you will always be a part of us." I paused, allowing my little speech to sink into their brains. "Tonight, I'm pleased to share a n
CHAPTER 88: ONLY MY LOVE MATTERSZahra's POVDashiell pushed me back onto the bed, moving to kneel between my legs as his hands gently spread my thighs apart."You don't want to see my surprise? I'm offended." I joked, propping myself up with my elbow.He chuckled softly, pressing his lips against one thigh before looking up at me. "Would you be mad at me if I told you I had already seen it?" I gasped playfully, biting my lips as his tongue started to trail up my thigh. "But..." he continued, "I want to see you wear it. Maybe somewhere other than this filthy palace." he said, leaning down, his tongue flicking on my core through my panties."Mhm..." I moaned, curling my toes, which were pointed at the ceiling. He looked up, his gaze meeting mine. "Like that, love?" he asked, his voice low. He leaned down again, not waiting for a reply, his hands tugging on the sides of my panties before taking it gently and pulling it down my legs."So beautiful..." he mumbled, trailing his fingers
CHAPTER 87: ARRIVING AT THE PALACEZahra's POV"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in Italy in forty minutes." The pilot said, his voice crackling over the speakers.Finally.My gaze shifted across the jet cabin to where Maya lay silently on Adela's lap, watching an episode of her favorite anime, InuYasha. Adela watched it with her, her hands massaging her scalp.It's been a week since Maya was found unconscious in Oregon. She was still at the hospital with Adela when we started packing for the Thanksgiving Celebration, but because she didn't want to miss it, she begged Dashiell to convince Adela not to stay behind with her, that she also wanted to see what the Thanksgiving Celebration was like. Dashiell agreed, but only on the condition that we took a doctor with us.I looked toward a different cabin, and eyed the doctor who was munching on a large sized burrito and eating ice cream while watching something on her laptop. She noticed me watching her and eyed me with a frown on h
CHAPTER 86: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SONDashiell's POVThe chill in the Oregon air seeped into my coat the moment I stepped out of the car with Zahra next to me. I felt her fingers brush against mine, as we walked through the hospital entrance. Inside, the sharp smell of antiseptic filled my nose. My jaw tightened as I spotted Blazer standing in front of a ward, waiting with a sloppy expression on his face."They are working to stabilize her," Blazer said as we came closer, keeping his voice low. "She's still unconscious. They aren't sure when she'll come around."I gave a small nod, and without saying anything, followed him down the long corridor that led to Maya's ward. "Liam's father called me earlier," he added, his voice barely audible. "He was the one who told us where to find Maya. He said Liam sent him a video of Maya chained up and bruised. The man was practically raving and rambling about unrelated things before we could get the location out of him."I let out a low hum. "So what