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All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20
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The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
AdrianoThe dining table was set with the usual elegance my mother demanded—crystal glasses, fine silverware, and an array of dishes cooked by the best chefs money could buy. But none of that could mask the thick tension in the air. The aroma of roasted lamb filled the dining room, usually a comforting scent. I sat at the head of the table, her posture regal, her dark eyes sharp as she sipped from her wine glass. My sister, Andrea, lounged beside me, poking at her food with a fork, her expression a mixture of boredom and irritation. Then there was my mother, seated in front of her. I knew what was in their mind but of course I won't be the one to break the silence. “So, how long will this Azzurra be staying here, exactly?” my mother asked, her tone light but carrying an undeniable edge. “A week? Two?” I didn’t look up from my plate. “As long as necessary.” Andrea scoffed, stabbing a piece of grilled zucchini harder than necessary. “Necessary for what? For you to figure out h
Last Updated : 2025-03-1512
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
AzzurraI had become a master at slipping through shadows. Avoiding Luna Vienna and Andrea felt like a game of survival, and I played it well. Every time there was a chore that would lead me to the west wing where Luna Vienna spent most of her time in, I always found a way out of it. I swapped tasks with other maids, bribing them with parts of my meal or the rare sweet treat I managed to sneak from the kitchen. I didn’t care about the cost. Staying out of their line of sight was worth any sacrifice. But, as my luck would have it, the universe seemed to have other plans for me that morning. Luck was a spiteful bitch. The kitchen was warm, filled with the rich scent of sizzling bacon and fresh bread as I worked on Luna Vienna’s breakfast. I had just cracked an egg into the pan when the door creaked open behind me. “Ugh, my head is killing me,” came a groan. I turned, and my stomach dropped. Andrea. Her sandy blonde hair was a tousled mess, and her eyes were shadowed with exh
Last Updated : 2025-03-1513
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
AzzurraI cleaned in silence, my hands moving fast, my mind trying to stay blank. If I let myself think, if I let myself feel, I would snap. And snapping was not an option.Andrea’s room was a disaster, and I knew she had made it that way on purpose. A challenge. A punishment. A reminder that I was nothing in this house.I picked up a dress crumpled on the floor and folded it neatly, even though my fingers itched to rip it apart. The scent of her expensive perfume clung to the fabric, sharp and overwhelming. I tossed it onto the bed and moved to the vanity. The spilled makeup smeared under my fingertips as I wiped the surface clean. By the time I was done, I stood over the room proud of my work. It was nothing really because I have been doing things like this since my mother died. Sophia and Valerian aren't exactly the neat ones and my dad? My dad was a different story altogether. Anyways I was done with this hell....room and I have to.....The clock struck 12 and I cursed under my br
Last Updated : 2025-03-1514
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
AzzurraThe dress. Fuck. It felt like liquid silk against my skin. I thought it was just simple but I was wrong. Blue, the color of a twilight sky just after the sun dips below the horizon. Beautiful. And expensive. The most expensive piece of fabric I’d ever touched. Hell, it probably cost more than my entire life up to this point. More than everything I owned combined, including the ratty old blanket my mother gave me before she… well, before she wasn’t around anymore. Before life went to shit.He had thrown the gown to me like it was worth nothing but it actually worth everything. And it fit. Perfectly. Like it was made for me. Which was insane, considering it probably cost more than a small car. A really nice small car. Which left me wondering how Adriano knew my size.There was even a tag still attached. A price tag. I almost ripped it off out of habit before my brain finally kicked in. Thank fucking god. I glanced at the price and my stomach dropped. Jesus Christ.
Last Updated : 2025-03-1515
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
AdrianoI should have looked away. It was a simple, fundamental rule of self-preservation. Keep my eyes forward, focus on the damn job, and ignore the intoxicating presence radiating from the woman beside me. But the devil in that blue dress made such a disciplined approach utterly impossible. It clung to her like a second skin, a masterpiece of fabric and design that seemed to have been sculpted onto her body, molded to every tantalizing curve. The deep neckline offered a tantalizing glimpse of soft, full skin, an alluring temptation of the treasures hidden beneath, enough to ignite a fire in my fingertips, an almost uncontrollable urge to touch. My mouth burned with a sudden, fierce desire to trace the delicate edge of the fabric, to press my lips against the warm, yielding skin where silk met flesh.But I wasn’t weak. I refused to be. Not for her. Not for any woman. I had a reputation to uphold, a carefully constructed facade of indifference that served as a shield against the vul
Last Updated : 2025-03-1516
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
AzzurraAdriano was watching me.I felt his gaze on me, a heavy weight pressing against my skin like a silent demand. He was across the room, drink in hand, surrounded by men who wielded power like a weapon. Yet his focus wasn’t on them. It was on me, and it made me feel giddy against my wish. Adriano doesn't matter. What matters is me stealing this ring so I can buy my freedom.The man in front of me was eating me up with his eyes, and I wasn’t even trying yet. His gaze kept dipping to my cleavage like it was a magnet, and I had to bite back a smirk. Men were predictable. Give them something to look at, and their brain turned to mush. This one was no different. “So, tell me, tesoro,” I purred, running my fingers along the rim of my glass. “You seem like a man who knows things. Maybe you can help me.” His mouth curled into a sleazy grin, and his thick fingers traced patterns on the back of my hand. “That depends, bella. What do you need?” His breath smelled like whiskey and ci
Last Updated : 2025-03-1517
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
Azzurra Stealing from a man like Marcello Rodrigo was dangerous. Stealing something as important as his ring? That was suicide. And yet, here I was. The dim lights of the club flickered, casting golden shadows over the polished floors. The air was thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive whiskey. Laughter and low murmurs filled the room, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of it. I had one job, which was, take the ring and get out. Adriano had given me this job. He had looked at me with those cold, calculating eyes and told me exactly what he wanted. "Steal Marcello’s ring," he had said. "The mafia ring." I had known what he meant. That ring wasn’t just jewelry. It was a symbol of power, proof that Marcello was the boss. Without it, he was nothing. Adriano and Marcello had never liked each other. They were enemies, two powerful men always trying to outplay each other. And now, Adriano had decided to make a move. And I was his pawn. But I didn’t care. I didn’t wor
Last Updated : 2025-03-1618
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
Azzurra The leather of the car seats was cold against my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape. I stared out the window at the hall we just came out from, it was a reminder of the freedom I’d lost. Adriano. The name tasted like ash in my mouth. He’d played me, used me as bait, and then… nothing. He’d watched me being dragged away, a cruel amusement twisting his lips. I thought I understood him, thought I could read the calculations behind his cold eyes but I was wrong. So terribly wrong. My hands were tied tightly behind my back, the rough rope biting into my wrists. I tugged at it, a futile attempt to loosen the knots, but it was no use. These men, Marcello’s men, were professionals. They wouldn’t make a mistake. Just like I hadn’t made a mistake with the ring. It was still tucked away, safe and sound but what good was it now? It was a prize I couldn’t claim, a bargaining chip I couldn’t use. A sharp knock on the window made me flinch. "Whe
Last Updated : 2025-03-1619
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
Azzurra The room smelled of cigars and whiskey, the air thick with tension and the weight of too many secrets. A velvet-topped card table stood between them, the final hands played with measured precision. Marcello leaned back in his chair, a smirk curving his lips as he dragged a cigar between his fingers, tapping the ash into the tray without a care in the world. “Last round,” Adriano said, voice low and cold, like he already knew how this was going to end. Marcello chuckled, the sound grating and full of cocky bravado. “Afraid to lose, capo?” His dark eyes flicked toward Adriano, sharp with amusement, almost daring him to react. Adriano didn’t take the bait. He just exhaled slowly, fingers drumming once on the table before settling back into that unreadable stillness of his. His control had always been a dangerous thing, a weapon as sharp as the gun tucked beneath his suit. Marcello’s fingers curled around his cards, lifting them just enough to see. I caught the flicker of
Last Updated : 2025-03-1720
The Devil Has Feelings Too /Lavender Mills
Adriano I should have been furious. I should have shut her up the second she started screaming at me, the second she threw my own fucking actions back in my face. But instead, I just stood there, letting Azzurra’s rage crash over me. Because for the first time in my life, I felt something I had never expected to feel. Guilt. I had put her on that damn table, made her a fucking bet, as if she was nothing more than a pile of chips. And even though I knew I was going to win, even though there had never been a chance in hell that Marcello would walk away with her, I had still done it. I had made her feel like she was nothing and that was a mistake. Azzurra wasn’t nothing. She was fire. She was fury. She was the only person who had ever looked me in the eye and called me out on my shit. I let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand through my hair. I needed to put this out of my mind. Guilt was a fucking useless emotion. In my world, it had no place. Just as I turned toward
Last Updated : 2025-03-17
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