All Chapters of DEADLY DEVOTION: KISS ME, KILL ME AND KISS ME AGAIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32AMELIA'S POV "This is so weird! Now I am confused instead. I've never been when it comes to the issue of the heart." Mia said with her left hand on my shoulder while her right-hand middle finger was pointed back to her chest to emphasize the "heart." I rolled my eyes tiredly and gently pushed her away as I went to sit on my bed. "I just don't get it, make it make sense to me." I pulled closer to me a pillow and made it rest on my lap while I stared at Mia for any more doodle analysis from her side. "At first, we thought that the boss seemed to be interested in you, but now it is his assistant. Bae, you're a hot cake." She squealed and jumped up in excitement but I could not understand the excitement. "Let us be serious, Mia. I am more than confused, okay? What should I do?" "Maybe we are just overthinking the issue; It could be that his handwriting is just similar to the notes, don't you think so too? People can have similar handwriting."I shook

CHAPTER 34.THIRD PERSON'S POV.The ride back to the hotel was calm yet Amelia felt like it was so unsettling. Alessandro had this look on his face that scared boredom but at the same time, it didn't look like he was bored. Anger perhaps? Amelia was tense regardless. She would catch herself stealing a glance at this man once in a while to see if he had that same fixated expression, and yes, he did. Alessandro would quickly change his head direction whenever he was about to steal a glance at her but from the corner of his eyes, he could see her turning his way. He was struggling so hard not laying his eyes on her. They arrived at the hotel with Alessandro leading the way in huge strides while Amelia followed him timidly. Alessandro ordered room service when they got inside the bedroom—a bottle of wine and dinner. "Let's eat," Alessandro spoke out for the first time since they left the venue. He took off his shirt and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. "Hmm," Amelia

CHAPTER 36THIRD PERSON'S POVAlessandro leaned back in his chair. He tapped the edge of his phone against the wood, his mind briefly wandering to Amelia. He hated that he had to leave her in the hotel earlier that morning because of a sudden emergency that he needed to take care of. Her smile had been etched in his thoughts all day, a distraction he couldn't afford, especially now. It'd been a few days and he was dying to see her. The emergency call had been inconvenient but necessary. He glanced at his watch, the ticking second hand reminding him that time was always against him.A sharp knock echoed through the room. "Enter," Alessandro said, his voice cold and commanding.One of his men stepped in, dragging a trembling figure behind him. The man—a middle-tier associate in Alessandro's network—was shoved forward and landed on his knees. Mike stood beside him with a gun pointed at the man's head. Just a simple pull of the trigger would send his brain flying out of his head. Seein

CHAPTER 38 AMELIA'S POVReturning to work after the trip was supposed to be a regular day, or so I thought. I pushed through the office doors, laptop bag in hand, and immediately felt the shift in the air. The glances. Intense, lingering, almost accusatory. It was as though everyone suddenly found me fascinating.I ignored it at first, heading towards the elevator with my confidence shaking like a bird inside the cold Pacific Ocean. Even the receptionist side at the top floor wasn't excluded from this weird behavior. Yet, the looks persisted. Whispers flitted just out of earshot. I finally settled down at my desk and dived into the morning’s tasks. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I racked my brain for any clue as to what I might have done. Nothing came to mind.A little before ten, a receptionist from downstairs called. “Miss Amelia, there’s a delivery for you.”A delivery? Again? A mysterious delivery probably? Maybe this would be different. Confused but curious, I took the

CHAPTER 40 THIRD PERSON'S POV In the dead of night, the city’s quiet hum was broken by the rapid pounding of footsteps. A man, disheveled and breathless, sprinted through the darkened streets, a gun clutched tightly in his left hand. His heart hammered in his chest as the faint glow of streetlights blurred past him. He was running from something—or someone—and he knew he couldn’t afford to stop.Behind him, a group of men closed the distance, their shadows stretching across the pavement. He could hear their footsteps growing louder, the sound of boots slapping against the concrete, and his panic only increased. He had to keep moving, had to keep running.But he wasn’t fast enough.A hard shove from behind sent him crashing to the ground. His head hit the pavement with a sickening thud, and the gun slipped from his grasp, sliding away into the darkness. The world around him blurred, the faces of his pursuers becoming indistinct. The last thing he remembered before everything went bla