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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 · Fantasie
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85 Chs

Familiar Emerald Eyes

Devon leaned against the door of his sleek black Ferrari GTC4Lusso, eyes fixed on his phone. His driver stood by, ready to open the door. It was already 5 pm, and the event was set to start at 6 pm. He had been expecting Luis to arrive with Leticia, but they were running two minutes late. Just as he was about to lose his patience and fetch her himself, a calm voice broke the silence, followed by footsteps.

"We're here. Don't flare," Luis said, releasing Leticia's hand and walking away, accustomed to Devon's moods.

"Took you long enough." Devon's dark eyes glared coldly at the Vampire who just let go of Leticia's hand and walked away, already accustomed to him.