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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 · Fantaisie
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Leticia's eyes fell on Devon, who didn't even look back at her. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Would she die? Be put in jail? Devon went as far as using her to commit a crime just to save his lover? She heard bells ringing in her ears.

"Not when the doer doesn't know about it." Devon smirked and everyone knew he's up to something. And that he's found his sly and clever way to get away with something. His sly and clever way to enforce whatever he wished to that there wouldn't be any room for questioning or criticism.

" Leticia. Step forward."

Cecil immediately nudged her forward and everyone's eyes fell on her. In curiosity before they slowly morphed into realization then shock.

Leticia stood beside Devon, hoping her legs doesn't give way. She couldn't breathe as the King frowned down at her before his eyes suddenly softened. Her eyes... They were just like...

"Alisha?"