All Chapters of DEVIL’s GRIP: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The hum of the jet’s engine provided a constant backdrop to the tension-filled silence between them. Hema had managed to doze off, her body slightly turned toward the window, her breathing even. But even in her sleep, her subconscious felt the weight of his gaze on her.When she stirred awake, a shiver ran down her spine. She opened her eyes groggily and turned her head slightly.Zayden was still looking at her.His head rested against the headrest, his fingers tapping lazily against the armrest of his seat. But his eyes—dark, intense, unwavering—remained on her. The smirk playing on his lips told her everything. He knew she felt his presence even in her sleep.Annoyed, she immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. Without saying a word, she walked straight to the restroom, locking the door behind her.She leaned against the sink, exhaling a sharp breath.Her hands trembled slightly as she turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on her face. Droplets trickled down her skin a

The city was bathed in golden streetlights as Zayden leaned against the headboard of his bed, scrolling through his phone. His fingers hovered over Hema’s chat window before he finally typed:Zayden: Miss me already?A few seconds passed, then a reply popped up.Hema: That’s your problem.He smirked, amused by her sharp response. Just as he was about to put his phone away, he noticed something.A typing indicator.She was typing.For a very long minute.Zayden frowned slightly, curiosity piqued. What was she about to say? What was making her hesitate?Then, the message appeared.Hema: Show me around the city.Zayden straightened. His grip on the phone tightened.Was this her way of giving him a chance?Without wasting a second, he grabbed his car keys and strode out of his penthouse. He picked one of his most luxurious cars—a sleek black Lamborghini—before heading straight to the hotel.The moment he called her, she told him she was coming down.And then he saw her.She stepped out of

Hema stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, her fingers gently brushing over the mark on her neck. The faint redness had darkened overnight, standing out against her skin like a burning reminder of what had happened inside that car.She exhaled sharply and reached for her concealer, dabbing it over the mark with quick strokes. But even after layers of makeup, she felt like it was still there—like Zayden had claimed her, not just physically but mentally.Shaking her head, she let her hair fall naturally over her shoulders, ensuring the strands covered the mark completely. It was fine. No one would notice.By the time she stepped out of the hotel lobby, she saw him.Zayden was leaning against his car, his suit immaculate as usual, his arms crossed as he watched her approach.His eyes—those damn eyes—immediately scanned her neck, his smirk widening ever so slightly.Hema ignored him, walking past as if he wasn’t standing there, but just as she reached for the back door of the ca

The next day, Hema was alert from the moment she stepped into the office. There was something odd about the way Nina and Zayden interacted. She had noticed it before, but today, she couldn’t ignore the subtle way Nina leaned toward him, showing him something on her iPad—too close for comfort.Zayden, as usual, was unreadable. His focus seemed entirely on the conversation, but Nina’s eyes held something else. Something possessive.Hema exhaled, shaking her head. Not my business, she reminded herself.Yet, when she saw them stepping into the lift together, her curiosity got the better of her.Her brows furrowed.Instead of heading to her office, she made her way toward the lifts, her coffee in hand, walking casually as if she had no real purpose. She kept an eye on the display above the lifts.Her pulse spiked when she saw it stop at B3.She moved toward the large glass windows that overlooked the building entrance from the upper floors. If they were leaving for a meeting, she would see

The morning light streamed through the luxurious bedroom, casting a golden hue over the silk sheets. Hema slowly stirred, her body feeling sore yet incredibly warm. As her consciousness settled, she realized she was wrapped in a soft bedcover, nestled against a familiar sculpted body.Her eyes widened. Zayden.He lay beside her, his bare back exposed, muscles chiseled like a sculpture. His slow, steady breathing indicated he was still asleep—or so she thought.Before she could move, his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His husky morning voice sent a shiver down her spine.Hema swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of her own nakedness beneath the sheets.“I—” she started, but before she could say anything, Zayden shifted, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him.His fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back, his eyes dark with something she had seen so many times before—hunger.“I am so crazy for you,” he murmured