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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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Doni have a choice (do not unlock please!!!)

being so xcuses or justifications; she just wanted to escape the pain he'd caused. So she'd left the mansion and wandered around the compound and even farther until she found herself walking in the maze. The maze he'd tricked her into one time.

She scoffed. Does he have so much fun playing with her feelings?

A soft growl brought her back to the present, and she stroked its fur, finding solace in its gentle presence. Devon's beige wolf, Gary sat by her side, its fur fluffed up against the chill. It had followed her, sensing her distress, and now nuzzled her hand with its snout, as if trying to comfort her. It was as if the animal sensed her sorrow and had come to offer what little comfort it could. Leticia smiled wryly, wondering if Devon had any idea his wolf had followed her, or if it had acted on its own instincts. Either way, she was grateful for the companionship.