Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEVIL’s GRIP: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The morning sun barely peeked through the heavy curtains when Hema stirred awake. The familiar suffocating warmth wrapped around her—the same grip that had held her captive throughout the night.Zayden.His arm was locked around her waist, his body pressing into hers possessively, as if even in his sleep, he knew she was always trying to escape.Hema let out a shaky breath. She tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it only tightened, his subconscious refusing to let her go.He never leaves.Unlike before, when he had long days at work, now he remained in the mansion, constantly watching her. Always present.Her gaze flickered to the VFX headset resting near her pillow. Carefully, she reached out and hugged it close to her chest, as if clinging to the last piece of her sanity.But even as she found comfort in the illusion of her brother’s presence, the cruel truth gnawed at her mind—Both Arvind and her brother had died because of him.Her eyes snapped back to Zayden’s peaceful, sleepi

The afternoon sun hung lazily over Zayden’s mansion, casting a golden glow across the sprawling estate. The place was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that carried danger within its folds. Zayden had made sure of that—his security was tighter than ever, and his movements had become calculated.For few days now, he had barely stepped out of his home, which had raised suspicions in the underworld. His enemies wondered if he was plotting something. His allies whispered about his uncharacteristic retreat. But Mia—she knew better.Something was keeping him here.Or rather, someone.And today, she intended to find out who.⸻Hema sat in the lush garden of the mansion, absorbed in a book. The gentle rustling of leaves, the warm afternoon breeze, and the rare moment of peace made her feel almost normal. Almost.But she should have known—peace was an illusion in Zayden’s world.The moment she heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind, her body tensed. Before she could react, a strong hand

For three days, Hema experienced a rare peace.Zayden hadn’t forced himself on her.He hadn’t touched her.He hadn’t even come to her room at night, which was the most unusual part.Instead, he made everything comfortable for her.Every morning, a lavish breakfast was delivered to her room—though she barely ate it. A sophisticated BarcaLounger had appeared in her room, one of the finest recliners money could buy. But she refused to sit in it.She didn’t want to be tricked into believing this was kindness.Even when he got her a warming pad to ease her discomfort, she insisted on using it herself.It was like he was trying to pacify her.But she knew better.This wasn’t a change of heart.It was the calm before the storm.And she would never let herself forget that.At night, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling relief that the monster beside her had chosen to stay away. But the relief was accompanied by something else—something that had been gnawing at her ever since she was

The night air was still, thick with a silence that carried the weight of something sinister.Hema’s feet faltered as she stood at the threshold of the secluded house.A gut-wrenching feeling twisted inside her.Something was wrong.Her breath came in shallow gasps as her body resisted moving forward.Zayden, walking slightly ahead, felt the resistance.He stopped. Turned.And when his eyes landed on her, his smirk deepened.She was sweating.Terrified.Zayden tilted his head, watching her with amusement.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he murmured, his voice unsettlingly soft.Hema’s pulse hammered against her throat.She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move.This place—it felt like a graveyard.Zayden took a slow step towards her.“Come,” he said gently, as if coaxing a frightened animal.His tenderness made her even more afraid.It was an act. A trick. It always was.She shook her head.Zayden sighed as if disappointed, then reached for her wrist.Hema gasped as he yanked her

Hema knelt on the cold floor, as she lowered her head in defeat like she lost will to fight.“I am all yours, do anything with me. Leave them”. The weight of his presence pressed down on her, suffocating and inescapable. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body was frozen—trapped in his control.Zayden cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His dark eyes were unreadable, flickering between amusement and something more dangerous. He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip, his touch both possessive and taunting.“You look perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice a slow drawl, savoring the moment. “On your knees, where you belong.”Hema flinched at his words, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. She knew that defying him would only make things worse, and right now, Karan and Ara’s lives depended on her submission.A shudder rippled through her. He could see the fear and revulsion in her eyes, but also a flicker of something else - a dark recognition of the twisted bond