All Chapters of The Devil She Knows: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CamilleRichard's name continues to flash across my phone screen, like the blaring red and blue lights of a police car.A gamut of emotions assails me and my heart doubles over in a triple beat.There's trepidation and fear, happiness and hope, and shame.Shame for the scandalous way I've been with Alessio.Shame for the secret parts of me that feel pleasure during those forbidden moments when I come undone in his arms like a slut.Or a cheater.I feel like I'm cheating on Richard now even just thinking about Alessio.I stare at the phone, wanting to answer, but the consequences of doing so stop me. I'm supposed to see Richard sometime in the next two weeks. Talking to him now might jeopardize that.The phone rings on and on and on, quivering in my hands.Or is that me?I don't know. What I do know is, if I know what's good for me, I mustn't answer the phone.I need to let it ring out and tell Richard I'm sorry when I get to see him.That's what I need to do but I don't want to becaus

AlessioZakh steeples his fingers on his desk and I sit in the leather chair in front of him, relieved that we're finally meeting.Today is another crazy busy day. I also fly out to L.A. tonight with Leif for what should hopefully be a ten-day business trip, but seeing Zakh couldn't wait any longer.He got back from Russia last night, and by the time I get back from L.A. we'll be days away from the inauguration.I can't remember the last time I was this keen to see anybody and I never thought I would feel this way about one of my brothers.Zakh's office isn't that different from mine but his has less décor. There is only one painting on the wall behind him, depicting the battle of Heaven and Hell.When he smiles and sits back, I imagine him right at home in the infernal underworld. Probably sitting next to me."I assume you found the information okay?" A mischievous grin lights up his face, making him appear more lighthearted than when I last saw him."I did. My assistant says she had

AlessioI rest my hands on the windowpane, gazing at the beautiful, platinum-haired Valkyrie sitting by the poolside.I'm standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor and she's completely unaware of my presence.I'm home in the breath of a break to see Camille for two reasons.The first is my dick misses her mouth. The second is to give her my engagement ring. Jayce is on his way with it now.I've used the ring as the perfect excuse to come home and kill two birds with one clever idea. As I'm heading out to L.A. within the hour, I needed to get my fill.Camille is reading what looks like a boring-as-fuck textbook. The sight of its thick pages turn my stomach, but the woman holding it makes the whole studious bookworm look sexy. Especially while wearing those black-rimmed fuck-me-I'm-a-hot-librarian glasses.A blue skater dress clings to her body, lifting her tits and showing off smooth thighs. The only thing I don't like is that bun on top of her head.She wears her ha

CamilleI'm at Raventhorn University, sitting under the oak tree near the quad with Lorelai and our friends Willow and Eilish, who we met at the start of our freshman year.We've just finished our classes for the day and are hanging out like we usually do until it's time to leave.With the radiant afternoon sun beaming down on us, this could be the perfect day.Three weeks ago, I would have done anything for this oh-so-normal opportunity, with normal conversations like the latest campus gossip Lorelai is filling us in on. But I have so much going on in my life, my head could implode.Everything has come at me in a vicious circle—Alessio, Dad, the crest, Richard, and the wedding, which is now eleven days away.In the sea of so much chaos, I've been thinking about Alessio more than anything. And I can't get him out of my head.He's been gone now for twelve days. His trip ran over, and he's expected to return in a few days' time.Instead of the break I thought I was going to get from him

CamilleAt the sight of Richard, my throat goes dry and panic rattles my brain.Although Gytha is standing next to him, I don't really see her.All I see is him.Him dressed in his usual attire which, minus the leather, isn't that much different to Alessio's style. Like Alessio, Richard wears dark clothes, but he looks like my Richard.The same one I loved all my life and counted down the days to marrying.That familiar air of authority and desire to protect me emanates from his presence, and he still looks at me with the same adoration."What the hell are you doing here?" Alessio's angry voice rips into my daze and I shudder from deep within. The playfulness we shared moments ago is gone and the ruthless devil is back once again.He drops my hand like a steel weight and when he marches up to Richard, I instantly realize this is my fault. My one and only text weeks ago resulted in this visit. This is around about the time Richard said he would drop by. I just never had a date or hour,