Reborn Into His Arms: One Night With The Obsessive Devil
After rebirth, Kaylee woke drugged and stumbled into the room of the most dangerous man in the city.
One reckless night tied their fates together, and though she recognized him as her childhood friend, she chose to pretend otherwise, determined to use his power for revenge.
Yet while she thought she was pulling the strings, he had already been protecting her from the shadows.
When her adopted sister tried to burn her alive, he arrived in time, his fury terrifying. "Anyone who dares touch her will pay with their life."
He had always known-she was the girl he never forgot.
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Chapter 7
An icy shiver slid down Declan's back. He pivoted rigidly, his veins icing over the instant he caught sight of Caden advancing in their direction, his features set in a chilling, merciless rage.
"I—"
Declan barely got the sound word out before Caden closed in. With an unnervingly vacant look, he yanked Kaylee behind him and drove a precise, vicious strike into Declan's knee.
Kaylee's thoughts emptied. One heartbeat ago, Declan had been upright. The next, he crumpled onto the floor, a broken gasp of pain tearing from his throat.
"Disgraceful," Caden said, his tone laced with disdain as he stared down at him. "You've done nothing worthwhile, yet you strut around like you're someone important in front of a woman."
When his gaze shifted back to Kaylee, the frost vanished entirely. He clasped her hand, his thumb grazing gently over the inflamed skin on her wrist where Declan had seized her. "Are you hurt?"
Kaylee felt his fingers brush against her, a sudden, tingling warmth racing up her arm and making her pulse stutter. His fragrance surrounded her, pulling her mind—unwillingly—back to the hazy intensity of the day before.
Noticing the stunned and wary expression on Declan's face, she abruptly became aware of how close they appeared.
"I'm alright... thank you, Mr. Lloyd," she replied, easing her hand free with quiet firmness. Her tone remained impeccably courteous, impeccably detached. "I have other things to handle, so I'll be leaving now. Goodbye, Mr. Lloyd."
She turned on her heel and left without sparing another glance.
She understood that until her engagement to Declan was formally ended, any visible connection to Caden would only pull him into unnecessary controversy.
She would not allow him to become the subject of idle talk because of her.
Caden's hand fell to his side, his fingers tightening into a hard fist as the veins along the back of his hand throbbed with strain.
He had come here solely because he heard she was auditioning, and this was how she treated him? Such deliberate coldness? Was she really that eager to distance herself just because that annoying wretch, Declan, was present? Did she have no clue what that worthless man had been doing behind her back?
Anger surged through Caden all over again. Seeing Declan still trembling on the floor, he lost restraint and delivered another harsh kick to his ribs.
"Disappear from my sight and take a good look at your own miserable conduct!"
Declan didn't dare speak up. Even with sharp pain flaring through his chest and knee, he forced a trembling, ingratiating smile as he staggered upright. "Yes... yes, Uncle Caden. Right away."
Caden's face stayed grim as he turned away.
After briefly confirming with the director that Kaylee's audition had indeed been exceptional, he strode out of the building—only to halt abruptly. A small figure stood beside his car.
Kaylee had been waiting. The air carried a sharp chill, and she rubbed her hands together absentmindedly, tapping her feet against the ground to keep warm. She looked strikingly endearing.
At least she wasn't entirely thoughtless, he thought.
He exhaled sharply and approached, shrugging off his coat and settling it over her shoulders, his expression still cool. "What is it? Do you need something from me?"
Kaylee blinked, catching the edge of displeasure in his voice.
Was he annoyed because she had dismissed him so quickly inside?
Worried he might truly be upset, she reached out and looped her finger around his little finger. "I didn't mean to do that. Declan and I are still technically engaged... I was only worried about how it might affect you."
The contact was gentle and warm. Caden felt a sudden pull tighten in his chest, his throat shifting as he swallowed.
So, she had been considering him after all.
A faint hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, though he quickly masked it, releasing another cool scoff. "Does he even dare to say a single word against me?"
Kaylee let out a soft, involuntary laugh.
Declan… there was no way he had the guts to go up against Caden Lloyd.
Noticing the tension etched across his face, she gentled her voice. "You're the strongest man I've ever known—no one questions that. I just don't want you lowering yourself over something so utterly worthless."
That sweet, yielding tone struck like a blade he had no shield for. The frost in Caden's expression slowly thawed. He pressed his lips into a thin line, and then reached for the car door and pulled it open, gesturing for her to step inside. "I heard you walked out on the Harris family?"
Kaylee hadn't imagined the news would reach him so fast. She bit down on her lip and gave a small nod. "I did."
A short, scornful chuckle slipped from Caden. "That entire Harris clan… not one of them is worth a damn. Do you even realize your so-called 'sister' and Declan have been sneaking around behind your back for a long time? And yesterday…"
The memory of what had happened made him falter for a brief second. He cleared his throat before continuing. "She was the one behind it. She set you up."
A quiet warmth spread through Kaylee's chest, moved by the fact that he had already dug into her situation. "I'm aware."
Caden's brows drew together, real anger surfacing as his voice dropped into a cold, dangerous tone. "You're aware? Then why haven't you called off the engagement yet?"
Kaylee knew his concern came from a good place. She clenched her hand, her gaze sharpening with resolve. "I will end it. But I'm not leaving without a fight. They owe me—and I intend to reclaim every penny and every shred of pride they took from me."
At her words, an unexplainable sense of ease settled over Caden.
Thank God. She wasn't foolish enough to be blinded by love.
He paused for a moment, masking it with feigned indifference. "Do you have somewhere to stay?"
Kaylee nodded, docile as ever. "I do. I'm staying with a friend at Fairview Estates. If it's not too much trouble, you can drop me there."
A friend?
Caden's brows knitted once more. He had already investigated her past. She had grown up in the countryside until eighteen, and after the Harris bringing her home, she barely had anyone she could call close.
Fairview Estates was an exclusive, high-end community—who exactly was this "friend" of hers wealthy enough to live there and familiar enough to take her in?
A sudden, inexplicable irritation flared within him, yet he held himself back from pressing further. He gave a brief nod and started the engine. When they arrived, he watched quietly as she headed into Villa No. 2.
As soon as the door shut behind her, Caden stepped out of the car and strode straight toward the property management office.
The staff nearly startled out of their wits. "Mr. Lloyd? What brings you here?"
The entire complex belonged to the Lloyd Group, yet Caden rarely appeared in person.
Rubbing his fingertips together, Caden lowered his gaze as his voice turned frigid. "Who is the owner of Villa No. 2?"
The staff hurriedly checked the records. "According to the records we have here… it's a successor to a powerful overseas corporation in Anceron, and…"
Caden's patience snapped. "Is the owner a man or a woman?"
The employee shrank under his icy stare. "I-it's... a man…"
Caden's hand curled into a fist.
Could that be Kaylee's boyfriend? Was that why she had been so quick to draw boundaries with him? Because she was already having someone special?
This was utterly unacceptable! What if this guy turned out to be another scoundrel just like Declan?
Caden's voice sank into a cold, decisive edge. "Have Villa No. 1 cleaned at once. I'm moving in today."
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But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity.
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He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators.
When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist.
She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves?
With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap.
But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
9.3
She's sin wrapped in a nun habit.
He is the devil who makes her want to confess.
Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra.
Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith.
But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse.
He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires.
She's meant to keep her vows and distance.
But temptation has a cruel sense of humour...
Because he's the last man she should want.
She's the only woman he can't have.
But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble.
Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him.
As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming.
Desire clashes with devotion.
Duty turns to betrayal.
And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them.
8.4
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8.4
Eleven years ago, Damien Falcone pulled me from the freezing waters, and I thought I was marrying my savior.
Instead, he orchestrated my absolute ruin by forging evidence to frame me for selling a vital mafia bootlegging route to the FBI.
Under the guise of saving me from the family's brutal death sentence, he stripped away my future as his Mafia Queen. He dragged me to New York and locked me in a gilded penthouse cage. For eleven years, I rotted away as his secret prisoner until my failing body finally gave out.
As I collapsed in the freezing New York snow, he caught me, his hands trembling as he held my dying body against his chest.
"No, Fia, stay with me. I did it to keep you alive. I had to—"
I didn't want to hear his monstrous lies anymore. I had given him all my love, and he repaid me with a tomb. Loving him was the only unforgivable sin I ever committed.
"I pray... we never meet again."
When the howling wind faded, I opened my eyes to the heavy stench of rust and lake water. I wasn't dead.
I was back in the cramped cabin of a cargo freighter, exactly sixteen years old again. It was the very night my jealous cousin sent an assassin to carve up my face and void my marriage to the Falcone family.
This time, I quietly gripped the heavy oak slat under my mattress.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.