All Chapters of The Devil’s Embrace: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damian opened the door to his room slowly, the night was chilly from outside, but that wasn't what was making him uneasy. He had been sitting in his study for two hours, trying to distract himself, but the image of Yara kept nagging at him. The desire to get close to her burned more and more. Damian knew he shouldn't, but the urge was too strong to resist. When Damian stepped inside, he saw Yara sleeping on her side in her bed. The girl looked tired, her body curled up under the thin blanket. Her long hair was disheveled, hiding part of her face. Damian approached with calm steps, but there was something in his eyes that was dark and unreadable. He stared at Yara like someone who had lost control of himself. Without waking her up, he took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, then deftly attached them to her wrists. "Uh... What-" Yara gasped, her eyes opening in shock. She turned her head quickly, and found Damian standing next to her. Her face turned pale as she felt the col

Yara had just finished bathing, her body still wet, and she was only wearing a towel wrapped around her petite body. She stood in front of the closet, ready to change her clothes. However, the sound of the door opening suddenly made her turn around. Damian stood in the doorway, looking at her with sharp, eager eyes. "Damian! What are you doing here?" asked Yara in a high tone, trying to cover her body more tightly with a towel. Damian didn't answer immediately. He stepped into the room quietly, closing the door behind him. His gaze didn't leave Yara who was now looking at him with fear mixed with confusion. "You started it, Yara," Damian said in a low, but clear tone. His voice was heavy, like there was something he couldn't hold back anymore. "So don't blame me if I want it tonight." Yara took a few steps back, her back bumping into the closet. "What do you mean? That... that was just my way of stopping you that time. It meant nothing!" her voice trembled, though she tried

Damian sat in his study with a wine glass in hand. His eyes stare blankly at the documents scattered across the desk, but his mind is not on numbers or business strategy. He was replaying the plan he had laid out years ago-make the girl fall in love with him, break her down by leaving her, then watch her fall apart, just like his mother had. Damian clenched his fists until his books turned white. "I can't lose focus," he muttered. "Yara is just a tool. She must pay for her family's sins." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden anger. His thoughts returned to Yara, the little girl who was slowly starting to show a different side of herself. Unlike other women he had controlled, Yara was not completely submissive. Even as she tried to dominate, there was a subtle resistance that kept him on his toes. However, Damian gave a small smile. "She'll fall too. Just like the others." Meanwhile, in Yara's room, the girl sat on the bed, staring at the locked window. She took a dee

Yara sat in the quiet living room, fiddling nervously with the hem of her skirt. It had been two days since Damian had left the mansion. He didn't say anything, just left after throwing a tantrum because his mother was missing. The atmosphere in the mansion felt strange without Damian. The servants walked cautiously, as if afraid that Damian's shadow was still lurking even though he wasn't home. Yara's curiosity began to grow. What exactly was going on with Damian's mother? Why was Damian so angry that everyone was scared just by hearing his voice? She stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, where the servants usually gathered. Sure enough, there were two servants talking while washing dishes. When Yara walked in, they immediately fell silent, looking down as usual. "Hey," Yara called in a casual tone, trying not to look intimidating. "Let me ask you something." The two waitresses looked at each other, hesitating. "What do you want to ask, Miss?" one of them finally sp

Damian stood in the living room of the mansion, his anger already at its peak. The doctor in charge of tracking his mother's whereabouts stood before him with a pale face, clutching a folder with trembling hands. "It's been a week!" Damian shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "A week! And you still haven't found my mother! Are you all this useless?" "T-Lord Damian... we've tried s-everything, but-" Damian didn't let the doctor finish his sentence. He strode forward, grabbed the doctor by the collar, and brutally shoved him against the wall. "Don't give me excuses!" hissed Damian with eyes full of rage. His large hands grabbed the doctor by the neck, pushing him until he could hardly breathe. "You know what it would mean if I lost my mom forever, huh?!" The doctor could only stammer, his face red from lack of air. The bodyguards standing by the door looked at each other, none daring to step forward to stop Damian. Everyone knew how dangerous it would be to try to fight