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All Chapters of The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4
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Veil 1
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance/Miss Amateur
It’s strange how the world never really changes, no matter how many years you’ve been away from it. The same dark streets, the same cold wind, and the same faint hum of the city’s underbelly that never quite dies. I should’ve expected it, but even now, standing at the edge of it all, I feel the weight of the past pressing down on me. My heels click on the pavement, but there’s no rhythm to it, just the sound of a woman who’s walked through hell and back.I haven’t been here in years—haven’t let myself even think about this place. I wasn’t supposed to be alive after everything that happened. I wasn’t supposed to survive, but somehow I did. The world thought I was dead, and for a long time, I let them believe it. It wasn’t just the Moretti family who had abandoned me, though. No, I had to leave everything behind to keep breathing. Every connection, every piece of myself I’d once been proud of, it all had to go. And yet, here I am again, stepping back into the same shadows I was once a p
Last Updated : 2025-01-28Veil 2
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance/Miss Amateur
The cold night air bites at my skin as I walk away from the hotel, my heels clicking against the pavement. My heart should be pounding from the encounter, from the way Helios looked at me like he’d seen a ghost. But it’s not. It’s steady. Controlled. This moment—this confrontation—I’ve played it over in my mind a thousand times.He recognized me. I saw it in his eyes the second I spoke his name. The disbelief. The guilt. The panic. Helios Valenti, the man who once swore to protect me, had been left speechless. And that, in itself, was a small victory.The city hums around me, neon lights flickering in the distance, the sound of traffic blending into the background. It’s all the same, yet everything feels different now that I’ve returned. My presence alone has already begun to stir the waters, and soon, the Moretti family will know the truth.I pull my coat tighter around me as I weave through the streets, heading toward the safehouse I established weeks ago. The plan was set in motion
Last Updated : 2025-01-29Veil 3
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance/Miss Amateur
The air inside the private club is thick with expensive cigars, hushed conversations, and the weight of dangerous men sitting too close together. I blend into the dimly lit corner, my back against the cool brick wall, watching the scene unfold.The Morettis and Volkovs rarely meet face-to-face, but tonight is an exception. Something big is happening. Deals are being made, alliances tested. And I’m here to make sure I get the information I need.I adjust the lace glove covering my right hand, a small detail that helps conceal the faint scars on my wrist—the only remnants of my past life that refused to fade.Tonight isn’t about revenge. Not yet.It’s about answers.A waiter passes by, and I pluck a champagne flute from his tray, using the movement to scan the room. The Volkovs are on one side, their leader, Viktor Volkov, sitting with a sharp gaze that sees everything. Across from him, Enzo Moretti, head of the Moretti family, leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable.And the
Last Updated : 2025-01-29Veil 4
The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance/Miss Amateur
Betrayal doesn’t always come with a knife to the back. Sometimes, it’s a whisper in the dark, a hand extended in friendship while the other plots your downfall. I’ve lived through it once, and I refuse to be caught off guard again.Now, standing in the heart of the Moretti family's territory, I know I’m walking into a den of vipers. The line between friend and enemy is dangerously thin, and one wrong step could mean my death. But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that the best way to catch a traitor is to think like one.Tonight, I start hunting.---The underground club is packed, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and smoke. Music thrums through the floor, sending vibrations up my legs as I weave through the crowd. This is where power plays happen behind closed doors, where alliances are made or broken over glasses of expensive whiskey.I keep my head down, my hood drawn low over my face. I’m not here for a drink. I’m here for information.Marco, my informant, is already seated in
Last Updated : 2025-01-29
