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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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Father.

Leticia's sudden pallor alarmed Jacintha, whose eyes widened in distress. "Shit," she muttered, before asking, "You had no idea? Brother Devon never told you?"

Leticia shook her head, still reeling. "He never mentioned it." The revelation stunned her: Cecil, Devon's son? It seemed impossible. They didn't share a resemblance, nor did they act alike. But then so are Seraphim and Quynn also. Even still. 'Soon I'll hear that Luis is Declan's grandfather,' she thought wryly.

Jacintha's anxiety was palpable. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to spill it! Brother will murder me! He's always warned me to keep quiet..."

Leticia set aside her own turmoil, offering Jacintha a reassuring smile. She grasped Jacintha's hand. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he understands. It's not your fault."

Jacintha's tension eased, replaced by gratitude. "Thank you, Leticia." She sighed, then brightened. "Let's have that pie now." With a gentle tug, Jacintha pulled Leticia along.

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