Chapter: My Father's Enemies The grin didn’t fade as I turned away from the mirror, my mind racing. Fun. That was one way to put it. Insane was another. I ran my fingers over the expensive watch, the weight of it foreign against my skin. The bruises on my knuckles, the ache in my ribs, the ghost of Dylan’s boot against my side—those felt real. But this? The palatial estate, the staff treating me like royalty, the ten million dollars sitting in my account? It was like stepping into someone else’s life. And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. I took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle scent of cedar and wealth, then crossed the room to the massive walk-in closet. Rows of suits in deep charcoals and midnight blues hung perfectly pressed, their designer labels whispering a price tag I didn’t even want to guess at. The shelves held rows of polished Italian leather shoes, and the glass display cases glinted with cufflinks, tie bars, and watches worth more than my old bartender’s salary in a year. I ran my fingers
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Now A Lancaster My fingers trembled around the phone, my breath coming in short, disbelieving gasps. Ten million dollars. Ten million dollars. The number burned itself into my mind, searing away the pain, the humiliation, the despair. "Who… who are you?" I managed, my voice hoarse but no longer weak. There was something new in it now—something raw, electric. Hope. The man chuckled, a rich, warm sound. "My name is Vincent Cole, Master David. I’ve been searching for you for a very long time." Vincent Cole. The name meant nothing to me, but the way he said it—like it should have carried weight—made my pulse quicken. "You’re telling me," I said slowly, forcing my thoughts into some semblance of order, "that I’m the heir of Andrew Lancaster. The billionaire Andrew Lancaster." "Not just the heir," Vincent corrected, his voice dropping into something almost reverent. "His only heir. His son." The world tilted. Son. The word hit me like a freight train. My father—if he even was my father—had
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Life-changing Phone call I pushed open the bar’s creaky door and stepped inside, immediately hit by the familiar scent of alcohol, sweat, and stale smoke. The place was already busy, dimly lit with the usual crowd of regulars hunched over their drinks. Back to reality. I sighed, rolling my shoulders before making my way behind the counter. “Look who finally decided to show up,” a gruff voice called. I turned to see Mark, my manager, wiping down a glass with his ever-present scowl. He was a burly guy in his late forties with a permanent five o’clock shadow and a personality that swung between grumpy and mildly tolerable. “You’re two minutes late,” he added. I sighed. “Traffic.” Mark grunted but didn’t push it further. He didn’t actually care as long as I did my job. I grabbed an apron and tied it around my waist, my mind still replaying everything that had happened today. Jenny, her car, her laughter, the way she looked at me… I shook my head. I needed to focus. The night dragged on like it
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Chapter: Chapter 4: A Strange ConnectionWe continued eating, the atmosphere between us surprisingly light despite how unusual this situation felt. Jenny had this way of making things seem normal—even though nothing about this was normal. “So, tell me about yourself,” she said, twirling her fork between her fingers. “What do you like to do when you're not fighting in lecture halls?” I smirked. “You make it sound like I do that often.” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?” I sighed dramatically. “Alright, maybe I’ve gotten into a few… misunderstandings.” She chuckled. “That’s a diplomatic way to put it.” I shrugged. “Well, when you don’t have much in life, you tend to fight to keep what little you do have.” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she didn’t press. Instead, she took a sip of her drink and asked, “Okay, what about hobbies? Do you have any?” “Hobbies?” I repeated, thinking for a moment. “Uh… I guess I like reading. And fixing things. You know, like repairing old gadgets, computers, stuff
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Chapter: Chapter 3: A Rare FeelingProfessor Jenny and I made our way back to the lecture hall, and I could feel every single pair of eyes on us. The whispers started immediately—hushed murmurs, stolen glances, judgmental smirks. Some students nudged each other, others discreetly pulled out their phones, probably to record whatever was happening. I didn’t care. I kept my head straight, matching Ms. Jenny’s pace as she walked beside me, completely unfazed by the attention. If anything, she exuded an air of quiet authority, her presence commanding the room before she even said a word. We entered the lecture hall, and the moment we did, the whispers intensified. I ignored them. My focus shifted to my book, still lying on the floor where Dylan had crushed it. I walked over and bent down, picking it up. The cover was bent, the pages slightly torn, but I didn’t care. I ran a hand over the creases before tucking it under my arm and making my way to my seat at the far end of the hall. Ms. Jenny, on the other hand, st
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Chapter: Chapter 2: Professor Jenny I walked into the lecture hall, heading straight for the farthest row. It was where I always sat—out of sight, out of mind. The perfect place to keep my head down and focus. Dropping my bag onto the desk, I pulled out my battered notebook and the thick textbook I carried everywhere. The cover was creased, the pages dog-eared from months of use. I had barely slept, my body running on nothing but sheer willpower and caffeine, but I couldn’t afford to fall behind. The lecturer hadn’t arrived yet, and the room buzzed with conversation, the voices of privileged students filling the space like an unbearable hum. Their designer clothes, their expensive perfumes, their casual arrogance—it was a world I didn’t belong to. I tuned it all out and focused on my book. Until a hand suddenly snatched it away. I looked up, my jaw tightening. Stella. She stood before me, twirling my book between her fingers, a smirk playing on her perfectly glossed lips. “Hey there, ex-boyfriend.” I exh
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Chapter: Lucifer's SonI smirked, stepping closer to the mirror, placing my palms flat against the cold glass. Lucifer’s smirk mirrored mine, but there was something deeper in his expression—something unreadable.I tilted my head. "You sound bitter, Lucifer. What, did you think I wouldn't touch her?"His smirk widened, slow and deliberate. "Oh, I expected it." His voice was deep, velvety, laced with amusement. "Lilith is… indulgent. She enjoys beautiful things. And right now, you happen to be one of them."I chuckled. "Glad to know I have your blessing."Lucifer’s red eyes gleamed. "Blessing?" He let out a dark laugh. "I don’t deal in blessings, John. Only contracts. And you, my dear boy, are bound to me in ways you don’t even understand yet."I leaned in slightly, my reflection doing the same, our faces nearly touching through the glass. "Lilith mentioned there are other reasons why you bought my soul. Why you gave me a second chance."Lucifer gave a slow nod, his gaze never leaving mine."That’s correct."
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Chapter: Daring Lucifer The moment we were inside, the air seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. I set her down, but only for a moment, because the next thing I knew, her lips were on mine, hungry and demanding. Her kiss was fierce, her tongue tangling with mine as her hands clawed at my shirt, tearing it open in her haste. I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t stop her. I was too far gone, too consumed by the fire she’d ignited.I pushed her back against the nearest wall, my hands roaming over her body like I was starving and she was the only meal. Her dress was a hindrance, and I wasted no time in pulling it up, baring her to my gaze. Her skin was flawless, her curves a temptation I couldn’t resist. I pressed my lips to her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, tasting her, memorizing her with my mouth.Lilith moaned, her head falling back against the wall as she arched into my touch. “John,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop.”I didn’t intend to. My hands slid down to her thighs, pushin
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Chapter: Lilith's Seduction Lilith swirled the deep red wine in her glass, her sharp eyes never leaving mine. The dim lighting inside the limo cast shadows across her face, making her beauty seem almost otherworldly. She took a slow sip before setting the glass down, leaning closer, her voice a soft purr. “So,” she murmured, tilting her head. “What exactly do you have planned for your revenge, John?” I smirked, running a hand through my perfectly styled hair as I let my head rest against the seat. “Oh, Lilith,” I said smoothly. “Revenge is a dish best served cold, but I intend to serve it frozen. Painfully frozen.” Her red lips curled, intrigued. “Mmm… I love the sound of that. But specifics, darling. Give me something juicy.” I exhaled slowly, letting my fingers drum against my knee as I thought about my next moves. “Eleanor,” I said, her name tasting bitter on my tongue. “I loved her once. I loved her enough that I refused to divorce her, even when she begged for it. And what did I get in return? Disgu
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Chapter: The Perfect IllusionEleanor's lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as the weight of my words settled over the table like a veil of tension. Her mother’s smile widened, slow and calculating, a queen contemplating her next move on the chessboard. It was almost amusing—how easily they fell for the illusion, how seamlessly they accepted the existence of Nikolai Volkov, the wealthy heir with an insatiable charm. They had no idea what lurked beneath this mask. Eleanor tilted her head, studying me, searching for any trace of insincerity. “You… would love to replace him?” she repeated, her voice soft yet laced with intrigue. I smiled, allowing a hint of amusement to slip through. “Why not? A woman like you shouldn’t be alone for too long. It would be a shame.” Mrs. Prestwick let out a delicate chuckle, sipping from her wineglass as though she had just witnessed a winning hand at a high-stakes game. “Well, Mr. Volkov, you certainly don’t waste time,” she mused. “I must say, it’s… refreshing.” Eleanor
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Chapter: Chapter 10: The Serpent In The GardenThe black Bentley Mulsanne glided to a stop beneath the porte-cochère of the Prestwick Estate, its polished surface reflecting the golden light of a hundred flickering torches. I inhaled deeply, the scent of expensive leather and my new cologne - something dark and smoky with a hint of blood orange - filling my nostrils. "Remember," Lilith purred from beside me, her crimson nails tracing patterns on my thigh, "tonight you are Nikolai Volkov, Russian oil heir and recent acquisition to their precious inner circle." She adjusted the black silk pocket square in my Brioni tuxedo with a possessive tug. "Let them adore you first... before you destroy them."The door opened, releasing a burst of orchestral music and champagne-laced laughter into the night. I stepped out, my new Berluti shoes crunching on the crushed marble driveway. The humid summer air clung to my skin as I offered Lilith my arm. The transformation was absolute. My new body moved with predatory grace, each step measured an
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Chapter: The First Stage Of My Revenge I took a deep breath, forcing the fire in my veins to cool. The flames on the television flickered and died, leaving behind only a charred, smoldering ruin. The scent of burnt metal and melted plastic hung in the air, but my rage had settled into something colder, sharper—calculated. Lilith stepped around me, her crimson gown whispering against the marble floor. She picked up one of the drinks she had poured and handed it to me, her fingers brushing mine deliberately. The glass was cool in my grip, the liquid inside swirling like molten gold. "The perfect revenge," she mused, tilting her head, "isn’t just about killing them, darling. It’s about making them suffer. Making them know it’s you. And then, when they’re broken and begging, you take everything." I took a slow sip, the liquor burning down my throat like hellfire. "Tell me," I said, my voice low, steady. She grinned, her fangs glinting in the dim light. "First—they think you’re dead. That’s your greatest advantage. You
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