Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEVIL’s GRIP: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Karan’s limp body lay on the marble floor, his breath shallow, skin pale. A single drop of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, painting a grotesque contrast against his fair skin. Hema’s legs refused to move. Her eyes burned as they fixed on him—on the boy who once smiled at her like she was magic, now reduced to a broken mess.He stirred.Barely.His eyes opened, unfocused but searching. And when they found Hema, the pain in them deepened. Not just the agony of his injuries—but betrayal.A low cry slipped from her throat. She took one step forward, just one—“Hema!” Zayden’s voice thundered across the hall.She turned, but too late. He was already beside her, grabbing her wrist with steel hands.She yanked her hand back, but it was useless. His grip tightened as he dragged her away. Ara’s wailing echoed from behind them, her sobs so raw they tore the air apart.Hema screamed, twisting in his grasp. “He needs help! Please—!”“He’s not your concern anymore,” Zayden snapped, ya

The house had never felt more alive than it did that day. Zayden had become a different man—if only for a moment. Sunlight streamed through tall glass windows, warming the marble floors where their clothes lay scattered. The mansion, usually pulsing with movement and guarded like a fortress, was eerily still. No footsteps echoed, no voices called out, and no servants bustled through the halls.Zayden had dismissed them all.Because today was for her.For Hema.They had made love in every corner of the mansion—the living room couch, against the kitchen counter, in the hallway where golden frames hung crooked from where she’d clutched at them. She had stopped resisting. Not because she had forgotten what he was—but because part of her had begun to understand who she was when she was with him.And that frightened her more than any locked door ever had.Later, they collapsed into the sheets again, tangled in sweat and silence, their hearts pounding together.Zayden traced the curve of her

Zayden leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping on the polished surface of his desk. Papers were scattered in front of him, but his attention was fixed on the woman standing across the room—his sister, Mia.She stood near the window in his office, sunlight painting golden stripes across her sharp profile. Dressed in a deep blue blazer, her arms were folded, her eyes carrying the same determination he remembered from when they were kids. But now, it was layered with something darker.“I just want to take her out,” Mia said, her voice surprisingly soft. “To talk. To… connect. She’s your wife. That makes her my sister-in-law.”Zayden’s brows lifted slowly. “You’ve never asked for this before.”Mia sighed and dropped her arms to her sides. “Because I didn’t care. But maybe that was my mistake. I want to try now. Don’t I get that chance?”He stared at her for a long moment, as if trying to read beneath her skin. “If anything—and I mean anything—happens to her, Mia…” His tone shift

The golden lights of the chandelier dripped like honey over the grand ballroom of the Haveli, casting shimmering reflections over the polished marble floor. The place was adorned with fresh orchids and lilies, filling the air with a soft floral scent. The stage at the far end was set for the announcement everyone had been waiting for — Mia’s engagement to Mike , her new business partner and now fiancé.Three months ago, Mia had met Mike during a tense merger discussion. He was charming, sharp, and disarmingly polite — a rare blend of confidence and calm. He hadn’t flinched once while locking horns with her in negotiation, and that very quality had pulled her attention. She had flirted first, something unusual for her, especially after the chaos with Zayden. Aryan had matched her energy, the chemistry undeniable, and soon, their partnership had turned personal.Here’s a detailed, emotionally rich flashback scene that explores the dynamic between Mia, Zayden’s sister, and Mike Arden—on

Hema’s fingers deftly dabbing concealer over the purplish marks that adorned her neck and collarbone. The cool touch of ice had done little to reduce their prominence, and now, time was slipping away. The engagement party was already underway, and they were unforgivably late.As she blended the makeup to mask the evidence of their earlier passion, Zayden emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. His gaze settled on her reflection, a smirk playing on his lips.“Why hide them?” he murmured, moving to stand behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders, fingers tracing the edges of the fading bruises. “Let them see you’re mine.” Hema met his eyes in the mirror, a flush creeping up her cheeks. “It’s not appropriate for an engagement party, Zayden.”He chuckled, the sound low and possessive. “Appropriate? Since when do we care about that?” Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.She shivered, both from his touch and th