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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 · แฟนตาซี
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85 Chs

Lady Jacintha

He walked down the elegant halls, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The servants bowed in greeting, their light red eyes flicking to him with a mix of surprise and relief. They were glad to see him alone, without Devon's intimidating presence. Anyone would be glad to avoid crossing paths with the Vampire lord.

He ascended the large stairs, covered in plush red rugs that muffled his footsteps. His destination was the King's Throne room, and he had no intention of stopping until he'd delivered the message Devon had sent him to.

As he reached the tall doors leading to the Throne room, the guards bowed deeply. One of the guards stepped forward, disappearing into the room to announce his presence. Seconds later, he returned and gestured to his partner, and together they pushed the large doors open, revealing the throne room, its high ceilings and marble floors reflecting the light from the chandeliers overhead.