All Chapters of DEVIL’s GRIP: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The grand hall of the mansion was silent, the air thick with grief and disbelief. Dim candlelight flickered across the towering walls, casting eerie shadows over the marble floor. The empire had lost its king—the man who ruled with an iron fist, the man Mia had idolized, feared, and obeyed. Now, he lay lifeless before her, his once-powerful frame covered with a white sheet, stained in red.Mia stood frozen at the threshold of the hall, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she took hesitant steps toward the lifeless body of her father. Her chest felt tight, as if a steel hand had clenched around her heart, making it impossible to breathe. She had always known her father was a dangerous man, a ruthless one—but never in her worst nightmares had she imagined this end. Not at the hands of his own son.A sharp sob tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees beside him. Her trembling fingers hesitantly reached for his cold hand, gripping it tightly as if willing him to come ba

Nina was dragged into the underground chamber of Zayden’s private estate, her wrists bound behind her back. Blood trickled from her lower lip where one of Zayden’s men had struck her. But even in pain, she smirked.Zayden stood before her, his face devoid of emotion, but his dark eyes burned with the fire of vengeance. He didn’t waste time. His hand lashed out, slapping her so hard that her head snapped to the side, blood splattering against the cold concrete wall.“You knew,” Zayden growled, his voice like a blade slicing through the air.Nina let out a bitter laugh, her lips curling in mock amusement. “Knew? Oh, Zayden… I was behind it.”Her admission sent his rage spiraling out of control. His fist slammed into the metal table beside her, the sound echoing through the room.“Tell me where is she,” he demanded.Nina wiped the blood from her mouth and looked up at him, her eyes shining with something unsettling—admiration. “You never even noticed me, did you? Always running after her

Hema’s hands trembled as she fastened the buttons of the baby’s tiny onesie. The little girl giggled, grabbing at Hema’s fingers with her chubby hands. Even in the dim candlelight, her bright eyes sparkled with innocent trust.Hema swallowed hard. She shouldn’t have gotten attached.This wasn’t her child. This wasn’t her home. And soon, if she wasn’t careful, this wouldn’t even be her life.She had to leave.Every breath she took felt like borrowed time. Zayden’s men were everywhere. The village had already paid the price for sheltering her once—she had seen the flames licking at the sky from the far end of the fields. She couldn’t let them suffer more because of her.And yet, when Karan told the babysitter not to come tonight—when he said she could watch the baby instead—she hadn’t hesitated.For a few stolen hours, she had held the child, soothed her cries, whispered lullabies in the darkness.Now, the danger was back. And this time, it was inches from her doorstep.⸻The WarningKa

Karan had planned everything carefully.It had taken months of quiet negotiations, bribes, and secret meetings in dimly lit alleys. Finding the right people to smuggle Hema out of the country had been dangerous, but he had done it without hesitation.Because Hema’s life depended on it.And maybe—maybe his heart did too.⸻The Final GoodbyeThey stood near the port, hidden in the shadows of towering cargo containers. The salty sea breeze carried the scent of rust and diesel, the air thick with tension.Hema was draped in a black hijab, her face mostly concealed, blending in with the other women in the group who were about to cross the border illegally.But before she could leave—She turned back.Karan stood there, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. He had told himself he wouldn’t make this harder than it already was. He had promised himself he wouldn’t ask her to stay.But when she stepped closer, holding Aara one last time—Something inside him cracked.Hema cradled the ba

The house loomed before them, silent and dark under the moonlit sky. A place that once felt safe, a sanctuary hidden from Zayden’s reach, now felt like nothing more than a temporary illusion—one that had shattered the moment their escape failed.Karan pulled the car to a stop in front of the house, his grip on the wheel tightening. The weight of defeat settled over them like a heavy fog, thick and inescapable.Hema sat motionless in the passenger seat, her body drained of every last ounce of fight. Her mind had stopped racing, her heartbeat had slowed.It was over.The night stretched on, quiet except for Aara’s soft breathing against her chest. The little girl had fallen asleep, her tiny arms curled tightly around Hema’s body, unaware of the storm raging around them.Karan stepped out of the car, moved to her side, and opened the door for her that she snapped out of it.She hesitated.Her entire body felt numb, but Karan didn’t give her time to sink further into hopelessness. He reac