Chapter One

(The Night Fate Bled)

The first time I saw him, the rain was falling like the sky was trying to wash away its sins.

I stood under a broken streetlight at the edge of the city, clutching my thin jacket tighter around my body. The night smelled of rust, smoke, and something rotten—like secrets that had been buried for too long.

I didn’t belong here.

But desperation has a way of pushing people into places they swore they would never step foot in.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

Unknown Number: Come alone.

My heartbeat slammed against my ribs.

This was it.The job interview.

It still sounded ridiculous in my head—personal assistant to a private businessman. No company name. No office address. Only a location pin sent hours earlier and a warning:

Ask questions and the deal is off.

I swallowed.

I needed this job.

Hospital bills were stacking up faster than I could breathe. My grandmother’s treatments. My sisters’ school fees. Rent overdue.Failure wasn’t an option.

Headlights cut through the rain.

A black car rolled silently to a stop in front of me.

Not a normal car.

It was the kind of car you see in movies when someone powerful is about to step out. Dark tinted windows. No license plate. Engine humming like a restrained beast.

The back door opened.

“Get in.”

The voice was deep.

Not loud.

Not threatening.

Yet my knees almost gave out.

I hesitated.What if I—”

The door remained open.

That was the warning.

I stepped inside.

The door shut behind me with a heavy thud that sounded too much like a coffin closing.

Warm leather. Soft lighting. The smell of expensive cologne mixed with gunpowder.

Gunpowder.

I froze.

Across from me sat a man dressed in black.

Not just black.

Midnight black. Tailored suit. Crisp shirt. No tie.

His face was partially hidden in shadow, but I could see enough.Sharp jawline.

Cold lips.

Eyes—

God.

His eyes were a dark, endless grey.

Not empty.

Not angry.

Controlled.

Like a predator who didn’t need to bare his teeth to prove he was dangerous.

“You’re late,” he said.

“I’m… sorry,” I whispered. “The bus—”

“I don’t care.”

Two words.Flat.

Final.

My fingers twisted together in my lap.

“I’m here about the assistant position.”

His gaze dropped to my hands.

Then slowly rose back to my face.

“You read the conditions?”

“Yes.”

“You still came.”

“Yes.”

A pause.

Long.

Heavy.

The car began moving.I won’t.”

He leaned forward.

His face entered the light.

Beautiful.

In a dangerous, ruinous way.

Scars traced faint lines across his knuckles.

Blood stained the cuff of his sleeve.

Fresh.

He noticed my stare.

“Still want the job?”

Every survival instinct in my body screamed no.

But my grandmother’s weak smile flashed in my mind.My sisters’ hopeful faces.

The eviction notice folded in my pocket.

“Yes.”

Lucifer held my gaze.

Something unreadable passed through his eyes.

“Good,” he said.

Then, quietly—

“You’re mine now.”chill ran down my spine.

Not because of fear.

But because some deep, traitorous part of me knew—

I was always going to say yes.

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Chapter Two

(The House of Wolves)

The gates were taller than any building I had ever lived in.

Black iron bars stretched toward the sky, crowned with sharp points like teeth. As the car rolled closer, they opened slowly, silently, as if the mansion itself was breathing me in.

I pressed my forehead against the cold window.

This wasn’t a house.

This was a fortress.

The driveway curved through perfectly trimmed hedges and dead-still fountains. No guards in sight.

Somehow, that made it worse.

The car stopped in front of a massive stone mansion glowing faintly under soft golden lights.

My pulse hammered.

Once I stepped out, there would be no pretending this was just a strange interview anymore.

The door opened.

“Follow me,” the driver said.

Lucifer had already exited the car.

He didn’t look back.

I followed.

The front doors opened automatically.

Warmth washed over me.

Polished marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Walls decorated with dark paintings that looked like they were watching me.

Everything smelled expensive.

Everything felt dangerous.

Lucifer walked ahead, hands in his pockets, moving like he owned not only this place—but the world.

Which he probably did.

A tall woman appeared from the shadows.

She wore a black suit and had her hair pulled into a tight bun.

“This is Mara,” Lucifer said. “She manages the household.”

Mara studied me with unreadable eyes.

“She looks fragile,” Mara said.

Lucifer didn’t slow.

“Fragile things break,” he replied. “She hasn’t yet.”

My chest tightened.

Mara nodded once.

“Your room is on the third floor,” she said to me. “You’ll eat with the staff. You’ll not wander. You’ll not enter locked rooms. And you’ll never enter Mr. Armstrong’s wing.”

I swallowed.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lucifer stopped walking.

Slowly, he turned.

“Except when I call her.”

Mara’s eyes flicked to him.

“Understood.”

Something about the way he said it sent a shiver through me.

We continued walking.

I tried to memorize every turn, but the hallways twisted endlessly.

Finally, Mara opened a door.

Inside was a bedroom bigger than my entire apartment.

Large bed. Soft grey walls. A desk. A private bathroom.

It felt unreal.

“You’ll find clothes in the wardrobe,” Mara said. “Someone guessed your size.”

I stiffened.

Someone.

Lucifer stood in the doorway, watching me.

“Get some sleep,” he said. “Tomorrow, you start.”

“With what?” I asked.

“You’ll learn.”

Then he left.

The door closed.

I stood there, alone.

The silence screamed.

I slowly walked to the bed and sat.

My hands were shaking.

I wasn’t sure if I had just saved my family…

Or sold my soul.

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face.

Those grey eyes.

The way he said you’re mine now.

I woke before dawn.

A knock came at exactly six.

Mara.

“Dress in black,” she said.

She handed me a simple black outfit.

No explanation.

We walked downstairs to a smaller dining area.

Several men sat at the table.

All dressed in dark suits.

All heavily armed.

Every conversation stopped when I entered.

Their eyes scanned me.

Measured me.

Judged me.

Lucifer sat at the head of the table.

Coffee in hand.

Relaxed.

Dangerous.

“Sit,” he said.

I obeyed.

A plate of food was placed in front of me.

I couldn’t eat.

Lucifer studied me over the rim of his cup.

“Do you scare easily, Divya?”

“Yes.”

A few men smirked.

“Good,” Lucifer said. “Fear keeps people alive.”

He set his cup down.

“Today you watch,” he continued. “You listen. You remember. You don’t speak unless I tell you.”

“Watch what?”

His eyes darkened.

“Business.”

One of the men leaned forward.

“The warehouse is ready.”

Lucifer nodded.

Then he looked at me.

“You’re coming with me.”

My heart stopped.

“I thought you said I’d be assisting you.”

He stood.

“You will.”

He leaned close enough that only I could hear.

“An assistant who doesn’t understand my world is useless.”

His breath brushed my ear.

“And I don’t keep useless things.”

A strange heat spread through my chest.

Fear.

And something worse.

Curiosity.

Lucifer straightened.

“Finish eating.”

I looked down at the untouched food.

My hands trembled as I picked up the fork.

Whatever waited at that warehouse…

I knew one thing.

This was the day the last piece of my normal life died.

And the first day I stepped into hell.

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Chapter Three

(The Devil’s Business)

The warehouse smelled like oil, metal, and fear.

Not the normal kind of fear.

Not the quiet nervousness I felt inside myself.

This fear was thick.

It crawled along the walls.

It clung to the air.

It had a sound.

Whispers.

Soft sobs.

The kind people make when they already know they’re going to die.

I stood beside Lucifer, my body stiff, my fingers curled into fists inside the pockets of my coat.

Two men were tied to metal chairs in the center of the empty warehouse.

Blood stained the concrete floor beneath them.

Fresh.

I swallowed hard.

Lucifer walked forward calmly, as if he were entering an office meeting.

One of the men looked up.

His face was swollen.

One eye completely shut.

“Please,” he cried. “We didn’t know it was yours. We swear.”

Lucifer crouched in front of him.

“You stole from me,” Lucifer said quietly.We were desperate.”

Lucifer tilted his head.

“So was I once.”

The man blinked.

Hope flickered.

Then Lucifer pulled out a gun.

The hope died.

I gasped softly.

Lucifer didn’t look back.

“You see this, Divya?” he asked.

I nodded weakly.

“This is what happens when someone mistakes my kindness for weakness.”

He stood and handed the gun to the man standing beside him.Do it.”

The shot echoed through the warehouse.

I screamed.

My knees buckled.

Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor.

Lucifer.

He held me against his chest.

Firm.

Unmoving.

My face pressed into his suit.

I could feel his heartbeat.

Slow.

Steady.

Nothing like mine.Breathe,” he murmured.

“I told you to watch.”

“I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.”

He lifted my chin so I was forced to look at him.

Those grey eyes locked onto mine.

“Because if you work for me,” he said, “you don’t get the luxury of innocence.”

Tears streamed down my face.

“I don’t want to be part of this.”

Lucifer’s thumb brushed a tear from my cheek.

A surprisingly gentle touch.

“You already are.”

Something twisted painfully inside my chest.Why bring me?” I whispered.

He studied my face.

“For two reasons.”

My heart pounded.

“One,” he said, “I need to know if you break easily.”

“And two?”

His gaze dropped to my lips.

Then back to my eyes.

“Because I wanted to see if you’d still look at me after this.”

Silence stretched between us.

I didn’t look away.

I didn’t know why.

Maybe because some damaged part of me understood him.Maybe because I saw loneliness beneath the cruelty.

Lucifer straightened.

“We’re done here.”

As he turned to leave, I noticed something strange.

He hadn’t pulled the trigger.

He hadn’t killed anyone.

He had ordered it.

But he himself hadn’t done it.

That realization stayed with me.Back at the mansion, I ran straight to my room.

I threw up.

My body shook violently.

I curled on the bathroom floor, hugging myself.

A knock came.

I didn’t answer.

The door opened anyway.

Lucifer.

He crouched beside me.

“Get up.”

I shook my head.

“I can’t.”

He sighed.

Not annoyed.Not angry.

Tired.

He lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

I was too weak to resist.

He carried me to the bed and placed me gently on the mattress.

Gently.

“Drink,” he said, holding a glass of water to my lips.

I obeyed.

Silence filled the room.

“Most people run after seeing what you saw,” Lucifer said.

“I don’t feel brave,” I whispered.

“Good,” he replied. “Brave people are stupid.”

I let out a shaky laugh.It surprised both of us.

His eyes lingered on my face.

“You didn’t judge me,” he said.

“I don’t understand you,” I replied. “But I don’t think you’re pure evil either.”

Something dark flickered behind his eyes.

“Don’t make that mistake.”

He stood.

Before leaving, he said quietly—

“Sleep, Divya.”

At the door, he paused.

“No one will touch you here,” he added.Anyone who tries dies.”

The door closed.

I lay there staring at the ceiling.

Terrified.

Confused.

And painfully aware of one truth:

The devil had blood on his hands.

But when I was falling apart…

He was the one who held me.

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