All Chapters of The Devil's Fire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damiano “Are you getting any sleep?” Arianna asked me, a concerned expression on her face. “How do you expect me to sleep when she’s going through hell?” I snapped at her, but my tone did not bother her. I had stepped outside to smoke once Althaia fell asleep. She hadn’t slept properly, and I had secretly given her a sleeping pill just so she could get a little rest. I had never been this stressed or lost in my life before. I had quit smoking because she couldn’t tolerate the smell of it when she was pregnant, but I picked it up again. It was the only thing that could help me relax a little and prevent me from going out and slaughtering people. I couldn’t be a ticking bomb right now. I had to be patient, even though it was killing me to wait and watch her suffer like this. “How are you?” Arianna asked again, and I let out a humorless chuckle at her question. “Does it even matter?” I inhaled the cigarette smoke deeply, but it was not giving me the fill I wanted. “It does.

Damiano My fist connected with the punching bag, making it swing before it came back to me once again as I kept throwing punch after punch. Sweat dripped down my face, and my muscles were sore from the relentless workout. I wasn’t giving myself a break. I knew I was overworking my body by spending hours in the gym, but it was the only thing that could keep me from going to her. One week. It had been one agonizing week since she left, and not once had I heard from her. I had no idea why I had expected to hear from her when she had begged me to let her go. She left the next day as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me. Her tear-streaked face was still burned into my mind, and I felt guilty for letting her go through this much pain. I kept punching the bag, throwing one powerful punch after another, but no matter how much I worked out or how hard I hit the bag, the tension and anger wouldn’t subside. Sweat continued to drip down my face as I continued, pushing myself to go

Althaia I have never been a morning person, but since I got here, I have turned into one. I went to sleep early, mainly to avoid my mind spiraling into a darker place, and I would wake up early to watch the sunset rising above the water. It was an amazing view and made me feel at peace. I had been drawing a lot more as well, unable to resist capturing the beauty of the beach with the sun rising on the horizon, casting a shimmering glow on the water. Each morning, I would sit outside with a cup of coffee, relishing the tranquility that surrounded me. This simple routine became a source of gratitude, slowly helping to heal my soul, mending it piece by piece. I bought blank canvases and paint supplies in town when I wanted to focus deeply on art. Drawing was my escape, and I would always stumble upon something breathtaking here that begged to be immortalized in my sketches. I couldn't resist sketching Kiara a few times; she was too adorable when she curled up next to me and dozed

Althaia “…What?” I breathed out, thinking I had heard wrong, but the look on his face told me otherwise. “What do you mean it was burned down?” “Your dad sent us out here to see if we could get any leads, and we found it burned down.” “Take me there. I want to see it.” “Thaia, we’ve already been here long enough; I don’t want to risk your safety by staying here.” He shook his head at me, and I grabbed his arm, looking at him desperately. “Please, Michael. I have to see it with my own eyes.” “Don’t look at me like that.” He groaned and faced away from me. He was quiet as he kept looking out the window. “Five minutes. No more than five minutes, and then we leave.” “That’s all I need.” I promised. Just as we neared the boutique, my throat closed when I saw the burned building. I got out of the car, barely believing what I was seeing in front of me. The boutique my mother had worked so hard for was just gone. Gone like she was. Vanished, leaving only memories behind. “I

Althaia Four days passed in a blink of an eye, and I had spent every single day trying to come up with a plan. Yet, the reality was far from the simplistic scenario I had envisioned in my mind. First of all, I was being watched, and it was not as if I could casually announce, ‘yeah, I’m just going to the LuxePalace, and snoop around a little because I think I might get some answers about my mom.’ I was pretty sure they would drag me back, maybe even by my hair, and this time, without hesitation, call Damiano. That, I couldn’t risk. I had to come up with a bulletproof plan and think like them. Spending enough time around Damiano and his men had given me insights that could guide me in the right direction. Second, I didn’t know what to expect at the LuxePalace. I had told myself always to expect the unexpected, but in the Mafia World, that saying held no real meaning. They always take things to the next level with no limitations to their imagination. Third, going to such a pl