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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 · 奇幻言情
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85 Chs

He needed to know what was going on.

Devon's piercing gaze lingered on Luis, who skillfully dodged eye contact, his avoidance palpable. The Elyrians had gathered at the somber burial of Little Serenity, whose lifeless body was discovered brutalized in the dark forest, mere days after she vanished while playing. The weight of her father's grief hung heavy in the air. The mourners offered condolences, their hushed whispers weaving a sorrowful melody. The gruesome teeth marks on Serenity's small frame led many to assume she was attacked by a wild animal.

As the burial ceremony drew to a close, Devon, Luis, and Cecil left, their footsteps echoing through the mansion's halls. Outside, Devon addressed Cecil, his voice low and even, "Cecil, Luis and I will be heading to Myrrh today. You shall return home."