"No way, you still haven't gotten over Amanda? Are you going to go in front of her and cry and beg for forgiveness?" Luther laughed and sized up Devin with a playful look in his eyes.
"Actually, it's not impossible for you to see her if you really insist." "Enough!" Devin interrupted him. "I'm not here for her. I'm going home!" Luther burst out laughing as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "You're still being stubborn, aren't you?" "Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll let you meet Amanda." He ordered the bodyguards to take Devin inside. Devin sighed. "You know what? If I go in, your wedding is going to be ruined for sure." "Really? What, are you going to mooch off the food and starve everyone else to death?" "Take him in!" Luther lost all his patience and commanded the bodyguards viciously to drag Devin in. But when they were met with Devin's cold stare, they somehow didn't dare to lay a hand on him. "You asked for this," Devin sneered, and then strode in. "What's with all the posturing?" Luther scoffed. Then his eyes darkened. "Keep an eye on him. If he dares to cause trouble, make sure he pays dearly for it!" The auditorium was ablaze with light. Devin spotted from afar a crowd huddled around a massive crystal sculpture. Clearly, it was Luther and Amanda carved on it. "Goodness, this thing's gotta be worth a mint.” “Luther's really got connections. Even the big shot who owns the No.1 mansion sent a wedding gift." "Lucky Amanda, nabbing a guy like that." The guests whispered among themselves. Amanda tapped the wine glass, motioning for everyone to be quiet. "To the owner of the No.1 mansion!" Devin glared at Amanda with pity, for he knew he hadn't sent Luther any gifts. Luther lied to Amanda. He lied to everyone. “What a loser. Faking a gift just to gain prestige,” Devin scoffed. But then, people-sized Devin up and sneered at Devin as he walked past them. Some of them even covered their noses with their handkerchiefs. “Who invited this trash dump? Couldn't he dress up properly for a wedding?” He heard someone say from the crowd. “Perhaps he's a beggar. We get a lot of them in the party these days. Just give him some money and you'll be fine,” another person whispered. “But this is a top-class wedding. Vermin like him shouldn't be here!” The argument persisted as Devin sighed, looking for the most insignificant seat in the auditorium. He didn't want to be the center of attention, although it seemed like he couldn't help it. “Here. Sit with me,” a beautiful lady with dark hair and blue eyes said to Devin. And when she smiled at him, Devin's heart melted on the spot. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! Even more beautiful than Amanda. “Thanks…” Devin replied and sat beside her. She gazed at him curiously. “My name is Kia. I heard them talking about your outfit. Don't listen to them. You look great,” she said with a smile. “I'm Devin. And you look even better. I love your eyes,” Devin replied to her, smiling as well. “Thanks…” Kia blushed at his comment, her face heated up with a blush. “It's a grand gift, isn't it? The wedding gift. The owner of the number 1 mansion must be a top shot, don't you think?” Kia asked him. Devin looked at the statue again, and then at Kia. “I doubt the owner of the number 1 mansion has got any time for such frivolous things. It's all a show. Trust me,” Devin responded. Kia found his certainly curious. “How do you know—” “Oh! For fucks sake! Who let this fucking lickspittle into this auditorium?” Jim, Amanda's brother growled as he approached Devin. Devin settled his darkened gaze on him, but Jim did not back down. “This is the height of indiscipline. You dare sneak your way into my sister's wedding? Did you think you wouldn't get caught?” “How stupid and shameless can you fucking be? Why is it so hard to deal with the fact that Amanda has dumped you already? Must you parade your pitiful existence all over the place?” Jim yelled at Devin. Some guests turned to observe the scene, and Kia flushed with embarrassment while people started looking. “Why don't you just leave? You're embarrassing this young man for nothing!” Kia shot back at Jim who scoffed while he gazed upon her. “Bitch! If I want a mouth to suck my dick, I'll call you. You better shut your cum dump or I'll shut it for you!” Jim snapped back at Kia. But then, Devin rose to his feet. “Apologize to the lady,” he demanded. Although Devin towered over Jim, the latter tried to hide his intimidation. But Jim took a step back in fear. “Playing the knight in shining armor now? You think she'll fuck you if you do this? Ha! Not even a pig would want a freaking degenerate like you!” And then, Devin slapped Jim immediately. The guests gasped as the slap resounded, and Jim himself could swear he couldn't hear a thing afterward! “Fuck you, motherfucker!” Jim cursed and threw a punch at Devin. But Devin grabbed his hand, kicked him in the belly, and threw him into a roll of seats. The guests gasped again in shock as Jim landed with a clatter, breaking many of the chairs. “Devin! What the fuck are you doing at my wedding!!” Amanda suddenly screamed as the commotion shook the auditorium to its core.
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN
The mayor’s mansion was a large one that seemed to glow, even from the outside. Golden ornaments hung from trees, violins were being played from the large balconies, and the courtyard was full as the city’s most powerful people stood, dressed in designer gowns and custom tuxedos. It was the kind of night people posted about for months, the kind of party only an elite few could even dream of entering. And Devin Stone? He had walked up to it like it was any regular place. He didn’t want any attention and felt like he had been getting enough already, and so he didn’t take any flashy cars or an entourage. He was alone, and was dressed casually in just a simple dark hoodie, black jeans, a pair boots, a face cap, and his hands in his pockets. The rain earlier had soaked the hem of his pants, and his face was partially covered by the cap he wore. From a distance, he looked like a man who had taken a wrong turn into the wrong part of town. The bouncer at the front entrance, who was a
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
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