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Trapped in the hands of a devil

"Why did you poison my drink?" He asked, his dark red eyes glaring down at her. Her eyes widened, her face paling at the accusation. "I... I didn't..." She stammered, shaking her head in denial. "it's not poison!" It couldn't have been. "Very well then." He grinned, his unusually long canines coming into view. "Drink up." There, she knew she'd gotten herself into trouble. . . . It was supposed to be an easy task but when the devilish Devon Dwayne accused her of spiking his drink, Leticia Andros found herself thrust into a completely different world at the mercy of a man she barely knew. And he had no intention of letting her go. He planned on tearing her apart, bit by bit but the more he tried, the harder he failed, making him realise she's a lot more than she looked. Perhaps she could be used to his advantage. But the longer Leticia stayed there, the more dangers lurked around her yet she must confront her emotions and fight her growing affection towards Devon. Will Leticia break free from his clutches and find a way to take control of her own destiny? Or will she give in to the threats that looms over her? . . " Call me a devil or whatever you wish to. But then know this. Once you're in, there is no way out. You are trapped in the hands of this devil. YOU ARE MINE". ***Didn't intend on making this book a slow burn but then here we are. But trust me when I say you're gonna enjoy every minute of it.***

Bleeding_Ink · Fantasy
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85 Chs

Myrrh

After breakfast, they set off without packing any luggage or boxes. Leticia noticed the unusual departure, but said nothing. Devon didn't join her in the car; instead, Luis and Cecil accompanied her. Luis drove, while Cecil sat beside him, occasionally glancing back at Leticia.

She sat silently, her eyes fixed on her hands, gently tugging the lace of her blue dress. Her hair was secured in a tight bun, and her face was expressionless, her heart heavy with hurt. She felt numb, her emotions exhausted.

Cecil's soft voice broke the silence. "Are you mad at us, Leticia?" He turned to look at her, his eyes concerned. Leticia met his gaze, then glanced at Luis, who was focused on driving.

"I don't think I am," she replied, her voice flat. "Is there anything to be mad about?"

Luis spoke up, "Well, we're sorry. If it were anyone else, Devon wouldn't do this."

Cecil added, "Yeah, he's really fond of Jacintha. Don't be mad at him." Luis chimed in, "Or us."