The Devil's Favourite Obsession
"I didn't ask for any of this."
"Neither did I... but you walked into my world anyway."
Melissa Grant believed in love the way fairy tales promised it, gentle, loyal, and safe. Until the night everything shattered. Betrayed by the boy she trusted and the friend she defended, she walks away from the life she knew straight into darkness she was never meant to survive, then she meets him.
Adriano Rossi.
Feared across the city as The Devil, a mafia king who built his empire on blood, power, and silence. Cold, untouchable, and dangerously precise, he was never supposed to notice someone like her, let alone want her, but one night changes everything, and a truth that refuses to stay buried.
Because Melissa isn't just an innocent girl caught in the wrong place... she is the key to secrets powerful enough to burn empires to the ground. Her past is tied to a hidden crime legacy, her future entangled in a war she never chose, and her heart trapped between the life she lost and the man who could destroy her or save her completely.
In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a weakness, one question remains:
When the Devil wants you... do you run, or do you fall?
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Chapter 5
(Melissa pov)
"It's been two months... and I still feel like I never really escaped him."
Two months since Adriano Rossi appeared on every screen in handcuffs, and I still couldn't breathe without feeling his shadow on my neck, I told myself he was gone, I stopped watching the news, I stopped saying his name, I stopped looking over my shoulder, Lies, all of it.
"It's obvious, Melissa," Emily said as we walked toward the campus café. "You flinched at a fucking car."
"It was just a car," I snapped.
"A black tinted one that slowed down right beside us," Chloe added, voice too casual.
I stopped walking, my pulse spiked, Zara studied me with those quiet, knowing eyes.
"You're not sleeping. You're barely here."
"I'm fine," I lied, forcing my legs to move again.
But I wasn't fine, I noticed everything now, every slow-moving vehicle, every set of eyes that lingered too long, every silence that felt like it was waiting for me, I was drowning in my own paranoia, and my friends could see the water rising.
"How did we even meet you?" Emily asked suddenly.
I frowned. "Why does that matter?"
"Because it feels like you appeared out of nowhere," she said. "One day you were just... sitting there. Alone. Looking like someone was hunting you."
Chloe smirked. "You did look like you wanted to vanish."
Zara's voice was softer. "You still do."
I didn't answer, the memory of that first day in the café flashed through my mind, me staring at a book I wasn't reading, Emily stealing my table, Chloe talking too much, Zara looking at me like she could already see the cracks.
They had pulled me in before I could disappear, now they were the only thing keeping me tethered.
At the café, Aisha placed our drinks down with a gentle smile. "You look exhausted, Melissa."
"I'm fine," I said quickly.
She nodded gently. "Take care of yourself."
Emily leaned in the second Aisha left.
"She's nice."
"She is," I agreed quietly.
"Party tonight, you're coming."
"I don't want to-"
"You're coming," Chloe cut in. "Zara's friend's birthday. No excuses."
"I hate parties."
"You hated people too until we forced you," Emily said with a grin that didn't reach her eyes tonight.
I looked down at my untouched drink, the truth was, the idea of staying alone in my room tonight terrified me more than a crowded party, so I decided to go.
Music slammed into us the moment we stepped inside, lights everywhere, bodies pressed together, the air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and something heavier I couldn't name, Emily grabbed my hand and dragged me into the chaos.
"Okay," Emily said, grabbing my hand, "No overthinking."
"I don't overthink everything."
"You absolutely do," Chloe said.
Zara stepped closer. "Just stay with us."
"I am staying with you," I replied.
"Good," she said.
We moved into the crowd, music swallowed everything, for a moment, it almost felt normal.
"Dance with me," Emily shouted, pulling me forward.
"I don't know how"
"Too late," she laughed.
We danced, at first, I was stiff, then slower and lighter I was feeling the best of the song
"You're smiling!" Chloe shouted.
"I am not"
"Yes, you are," Zara said calmly.
And maybe I was but just a little, a guy approached eventually, he was tall, handsome and confident, smiling like the world belonged to him.
"Hey," he said. "Dance?"
Emily immediately nudged me. "Yes."
"I didn't say yes," I muttered.
"You didn't say no either," she replied.
"Ryan," he introduced himself.
"Melissa," I said.
He moved closer, gently guiding me into rhythm.
"You don't come to places like this often," he said.
"Is it that obvious?"
"A little," he smiled. "But it's not a bad thing."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you feel real," he said simply.
That made me pause.
"Most people here don't?" I asked.
"No," he said softly.
Something in my chest tightened slightly, but I ignored it, then It came back, that feeling of being watched, I slowed slightly, Ryan noticed.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," I said quickly. "I just need some air."
"Want me to come"
"No," I interrupted too fast, "I'm fine."
I walked away before he could respond, the hallway outside was quieter, I exhaled slowly, when will this feeling ever stop.
"Stop it," I whispered to myself.
But I felt it again, not fear, something worse, expectation.
I stepped into the restroom, as if I was expecting to see someone but it was empty of course, I walked to the sink, gripping the edge.
"You're fine," I whispered. "Nothing is happening."
Then silence broke behind me, I turned quickly.
"What-"
Something pressed against my face, a cloth, my eyes widened instantly.
"What-mm-!"
A familiar voice leaned close, low, calm and dangerously soft.
"Easy, pajarito," Adriano murmured.
Everything stopped, my body froze for half a second, not because I understood but because I was scared, many thoughts crossed my mind in that half a second, no, my hands moved weakly.
"Stop-!"
But my strength was already fading, the world blurred at the edges.
"You've been running," he said quietly.
I tried to fight, but my body stopped obeying me, the last thing I heard before everything went dark, was his voice again.
"Now you stop."
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.