All Chapters of The devil’s new plaything : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DESMOND’S POVI thought destroying Diego Fernandez would be very difficult but as it stands, I don’t even have to do so much. I just have to insert my own players into the game and watch as they bring him to his knees in front of my throne. He has to pay for making me an outcast in my father’s kingdom, they all have to. I began with Damian, that pathetic idiot stood no chance, I knew I could bring him down using that girl Valentina as his trap, as soon as I saw the love in his eyes immediately he set his eyes on her… I knew I had gotten him where I wanted his, I knew she would help me get rid of him. That sick bastard, I actually feel like I did a good things for him. I wanted to set him free.Although now he actually isn’t dead yet, it sure seems like he is. He is nothing but a paralyzed vegetable now. Hahaha!! Sweet revenge! Diego next then the king himself Raphael Alexandro Fernandez, my father who has never acknowledged me as his….

YARA’S POV “I’m sorry about your father’s death, things were not supposed to go that way really… I did not think those rogues would kill him.” Raphael said as he buttoned up his shirt. “He had it coming to him.” I shrugged. I’m happy my father is dead, the man did not deserve to live, I had to make sure that he would not survive the raid by Diego’s men, I did this by emptying up all his bank accounts so he would appear broke. I knew they would kill him because they would figure that a broke ass like him cannot pay them. I gave most of the money out to charity. I have a lot more money than I can ever spend, Raphael Fernandez has made sure of it. I am his little slut after all. I wonder what my father would have done if he had found out that his best friend was fucking his favorite daughter. That would have killed him faster. “Well I have to return to my house. I have a seminar to give by six.” Raphael said as he checked his Rolex watch. Raphael’s

VALENTINA’S POV I was that insecure quiet girl who constantly watched a lonely boy through the slits of the curtains, that maid’s daughter who constantly wondered why a rich boy like my mother’s employers son Diego Fernandez never appeared to be happy. He was always so glum, sad like he would give anything not to be a part of the family from which was his.I could never understand the sad look on his face, the long sighs, the worried lines on a face so young until that day I saw his face pulled him away kicking and screaming after beating him with a leather belt after tying him up.I did not see Diego again for three days until I accompanied my mother that dark Sunday night. I was not sure who we were taking all those many food to, I was not sure who needed that much food, I had not even known that the mansion had a dungeon until that day.Mom and I walked through a dark scary underground stairwell which continued for the longest time, the air got thicker with

Zara’s POV“So what should I do to your erring sister?” Master Diego asked looking straight at me with those his charmingly piercing eyes that look like they hold a lot of secrets. Those eyes that look like they have all the solutions to the world’s problem. Those eyes that definitely turn me on every single time, what am I even saying? Everything about Diego Fernandez turns me on.“What punishment do you think Yara deserves?” He asked again, this time looking at my sister. His face seem to soften a bit when he looked at her. I hate Yara so much, she always seems to find a way to take everything that belongs to me!“I don’t know, but I was thinking that she should probably be starved for like three days and then tortured with something really hot.” I contemplated. They both turned to look at me which shocked expressions on their faces, like they could not believe their eyes. Especially Yara, she looked like a ghost with her eyes that widely opened, she look

DESMOND’S POVI remember the first time I watched Valentina dance, it was at Don Carlos’ strip club, about two years ago, I knew she was special, anyone could see that.I sat amidst those drunk pot bellied slubs that Don Carlos calls his associates, I let their noise drown into nothingness and focused on her, focused on how the stage melted in her presence like she owned it, watched how the lights obeyed her every command, how we all gave her all our full attention.I paid for a lap dance that day, that was quite unusual because I don’t ever find the appeal in strippers and whores, I am not that kind of man but I don’t know, Valentina is different even the Devil agrees.Valentina was different from the other girls we could all tell every single man in that club wanted her for himself, it was probably the knowledge of how untouchable she was that prompted our lust even more.The rules were simple; you have to be satisfied with just watching Valentina dance on the