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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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Stay away from her.

Devon sat on his usual chair in the meeting room, his dark eyes on the tablet in his hand. The room was cold and empty. Devon continued tapping away on the tablet then, a presence filled the room. He immediately knew who it was but didn't react in any way. In fact, his eye didn't twitch. He'd felt that presence earlier in Leticia's room and it partly made his blood boil. What was he doing there?

Gentle footsteps echoed in the room and finally, the person stood before Devon, his light red eyes on him, "I have done what you asked of me."

Devon looked up at him and asked, "Did you kill her?"

"I can't. You know that. Her mother would be devastated." The person replied nonchalantly and Devon smirked, "Your mother too, isn't she?"