“You fucking bastard. What the hell are you doing here?” She snapped at Devin.
“Did you come here to beg after causing a scene earlier? How dare you raise your filthy hands on my daughter and her deserving man?” She yelled at Devin. “Come on, you mean those two bitches?!” Devin calmly stated but was quickly interrupted by Sera. “You fucking clingy pest! Amanda must've been out of her goddamn mind to keep your ass around for so long. You should be on your knees thanking us for not letting you croak from hunger on the street. ” She walked closer to him, her anger palpable. “What the hell makes you think you can come here and harass us?” Sera glared at Devin furiously. If he dared to take even a single step forward, she'd make sure he'd regret it big time! “Madam, watch your words! It was Amanda who cheated on me! I'm the goddamn victim here!” Devin was at a loss for words. “Bullshit! Why the fuck can't she cheat?“ “You were just a pest in her life! A stigma to this family!“ ”is she just gonna be stuck with a piece of crap like you and live like a widow?!” Sera looked Devin up and down with visceral revulsion as if he were a walking contamination zone. “She's finally found a rich man to take care of her, and you want to pester her again?” She added and crossed her arms. Devin sighed while he shrugged his shoulders. “I came for what's mine. I'm not leaving until I find it,” Devin stated firmly. The bald bodyguard had checked the trash bin before they knocked but the necklace wasn't inside anymore. Someone had taken it. “Get the fuck out of my house!” Sera screamed and pushed Devin as hard as she could. Her knees gave way and she almost fell. “There's nothing for you in this house! Everything here belongs to Amanda.” “You're lucky I'm not pressing charges against you.” she continued. “You delayed my daughter for so long and we didn't even ask for compensation for wasting her time,” Sera yelled at Devin. Devin gritted his teeth as the angle of his face became more prominent. He had never expected that her whole family would be so shameless. “I bought this fucking house! I paid your family's fucking bills.” “And your daughter cheated me!” “It should be you motherfuckers, pay me back!!” Sera gasped in shock. She never thought that Devin could raise his voice at her. And the more she looked at him, the more she observed that he had changed. Something was different about him. Sera just couldn't put her finger on it. “You're nothing but a spineless sack of failure! What makes you think you're worthy to even breathe the same air as my daughter?” she pointed her finger at him. “Let me make this clear – you don't deserve to lick the dirt from Luther's boots! Throwing your worthless ass to the curb was the smartest damn decision Amanda's ever made!” Sera rolled her eyes. “Now, get out of here or I will call the police to kick you out!” Sera yelled again and attempted to shut the door in Devin's face. Devin scoffed contemptuously, done wasting breath on Sera's shameless trash. He shoulder-checked the door, steel-toed boots slamming toward the inner sanctum like a human battering ram. But then, when she moved her neck, Devin's eyes caught a glimpse of his mother's necklace. His eyes flared and he suddenly pushed the door back while she attempted to shut it. Sera gasped. “Give me that necklace. It's mine,” Devin said in a growl. “You must be insane. You're fucking crazy over money. This is my necklace,” she argued. The craftsmanship of this precious artifact alone screamed obscene wealth. No way in hell this belonged to Devin, the penniless cockroach. Even if by some cosmic mistake it did, anything found under her daughter's roof became blood-entitled property. Finders keepers, and she'd burn cities to keep it. “I won't ask the second time,” Devin told her. He took it a step further and stared at her with a sinister look in his eyes as if he was going to snap her neck and grab the necklace in the next second. Sera shuddered, she started waving her hands around and shouting for help. “Help me! Somebody help! He's trying to rob me!” She screamed out from the top of her voice. Footsteps approached from within the house and Amanda's younger brother Jim appeared. Jim was as useless as they came. He had no job, no direction in life, and constantly jumped from one party, drugs, and crime to another. He was involved in three break-ins, and Amanda had begged Devin to bail him out every time with his money. Devin had to do it because he loved her, but now he doesn’t. “What's happening here? Why is this scum here?” He called out to his mother and wrapped his arms around her. “That fucker is trying to steal my necklace!” Sera blurted out. Devin ignored Jim and looked straight at Sera. "I'll say this one last time. Give me back my mom's necklace. I don't want to make a big deal out of this." Devin repeated the words from earlier, but his tone was already quite cold. "Hey, how dare you talk to my mom like that!" Jim pointed his finger right at Devin's nose and started yelling, "Do you know who you are? You're nothing but a fucking dog at my sister's feet!" Devin frowned, and his eyes finally turned completely gloomy. Is this the quality of this family? Seeing that Devin didn't say anything, Jim thought the latter was scared and became even more brazen in his taunting. “Why the hell don't you get down on your knees and bark like a fucking dog?” Jim scoffed. “Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll fucking give you some money.” Devin still didn't say a word. But this time. He directly raised his hand and slapped Jim hard across the face as he was yelling.
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN
The shopping mall Klaus picked wasn’t just high end, it was obnoxiously elite. The place was full of chandeliers, glass floors, heavy perfume scents, and workers who looked like they hadn’t blinked since their shift started. Amanda strutted through the entrance in designer sunglasses and a skin tight black dress that screamed. Klaus walked beside her in a navy suit with no tie, chewing gum and looking around like he owned the planet. “This place smells like desperation and overpriced lotion.” Amanda said, turning her nose up at the scent of vanilla and citrus. “It’s not desperation.” Klaus replied, barely glancing at the employees who’d stopped everything to bow their heads. “It’s fear. Fear that we’ll speak.” Amanda smirked. “As we should.” The first boutique they entered had a staff of five, all standing in a perfect line. A blonde salesgirl walked up with an overly fake smile. “Welcome to Odets, madam, sir. May I assist you with—” “No.” Amanda cut her off sharply
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
Amanda woke up in silk sheets. Yes, actual silk. The kind you’d find in movies or fashion magazines, the kind that she used to enjoy before her life turned to dust, costing way more than people’s rent. She stretched, smiling, and then turned to the side. A gold tray sat beside the bed, stacked with fresh strawberries, warm croissants, and a flute of champagne. A note lay beside the glass, folded neatly. She picked it up to read. -Join me on the terrace when you’re done. – K.- Amanda raised a brow. Klaus. She still didn’t know what his deal was. The man had picked her up from the street when she was done yelling for Devin like a stray dog, but instead of throwing her in a shelter, he brought her to this fucking palace. Who the hell was he even? And what did he want with her? She climbed out of bed and winced a little. Her body still ached, and not just from the rain. Her heart was raw, and her pride was still in pieces from everything that had taken place before then. But to
ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN
Devin’s Rolls-Royce pulled smoothly into his private underground parking garage as Dreykov went to open the car door for him. The deal was sealed, the mayor's invite was sitting in the glove box, and Devin had every reason to feel at the top of the world. He got out of the car, loosened his tie, and stretched slightly, smiling. He was about to see his gorgeous woman. “Anything else you need sir?” Dreykov asked. “No, thank you.” “I’ll park the car and be with you shortly.” Dreykov said. Just as Devin was about to head towards the mansion, Viktor came out of nowhere. “You’re late.” Viktor said, folding his arms with a frown on his face. Devin scowled. “How did you just do that? And you’re not my timekeeper.” “You haven’t responded to my last few messages.” Viktor continued. “We need to talk about something urgent.” Devin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “About what, Viktor?” “The portal. It has to be opened, and you need to—” “No. I already t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN
The boardroom on the top floor of the Stonehenge Conglomerate headquarters was made of pure hard glass and steel, and it had this cold yet elegant vibe, as it was designed to intimidate. Devin sat at the head of the table, looking like a man born to sit on thrones others only dreamed of. And he was in fact, doing that. His grey suit was tailored to perfection, and he wore a satisfied smirk as he flipped through the final page of the contract. Opposite him sat five of the most powerful stakeholders in the international fintech space. Men in their late fifties, who were sharp, greying at the edges, and wearing shoes more expensive than most people’s apartments. One of them, who was a dark skinned man named Elias Vegas, leaned forward. “I have to say, Stone…” Elias started to speak, tapping the edge of the folder with one finger. “When you made this offer two weeks ago, I thought you were a bold little bastard.” Devin looked up calmly. “Really? And now?” Elias smiled. “N
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Amanda didn’t know how long she had been walking. Her feet were burning in her heels, and her thighs were very sore from Luther’s roughness, and her pride? Oh that had left her hours ago. The only thing keeping her going now was rage. Blinding, bitter rage, and a bit of hope. Wherever she went, they were always people to call her names and take photos of her. The most pleasant ones were the ones who stopped to stare and whisper, as somehow, they news had gotten round. Amanda was now #1 most hated person in the country. A young man stopped her, staring into her eyes. She tried to walk around him but he still blocked her way. Frustrated, she stomped the ground. “What do you want?” “I want to fuck you.” He said brazenly. “Are you crazy? I’m not a whore!” “Everyone else says otherwise. Or is it money you want?” He asked, waving his card in her face. Amanda groaned as he took a picture of her. “I can goon off to this later.” He was about to side stepped her when in r
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
Amanda sighed, looking around to see that she was still getting scornful glances. Everyone has rejected her. Society, Luther, and even her own mother. Had she been wrong to kill Steve? If only for a while, she could have— she wished she could change the hands of time, but that was impossible. All she had now was herself. She bent down to pick up her phone and it started to ring immediately. Luther! She gasped when she saw the caller ID, and was about to pick it up when someone bumped heavily into her, throwing her into the ground. “Watch the fucking road!” She screeched. The guy who had pushed her just looked at her scornfully. “I just put you in your place, whore!” “Your mother!” She swore, picking up the phone. “Your sex tape wasn’t even good!” Amanda’s cheeks flared up and she picked up the call. “Hello.” Her voice was as meek as possible. “You bitch! I can’t believe you had the audacity…” Luther was beyond furious. “I can explain, please. That… that wa
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