A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

I turned away from the mirror, my mind made up. There would be no confrontation. No pleas for explanations.

Instead, I would let them stew in their own betrayal. I would send my demons to do what they always wanted—bring Lucien to his knees, and let Selene watch as the man she chose over me was consumed by the darkness I commanded.

With a flick of my wrist, I summoned the shadows that lurked at the edges of my domain. They coalesced, becoming a legion of my will, eager and ravenous. “Go,” I commanded, my voice echoing like thunder. “kill Lucien. Make him suffer and let her watch.”

The demons surged forward, their forms shifting and twisting, eager to obey. I could already envision the chaos they would unleash. Lucien would not see it coming; he would be too busy reveling in the moment, too blinded by his arrogance to understand the danger that loomed just beyond his perception.

As they departed, I returned my gaze to the mirror. Selene was still lost in her moment, oblivious to the impending doom.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of her horror when she realized what I had done.

She would witness the consequences of her actions, and perhaps then, she would understand the depths of my feelings for her.

I turned away, walking through the dark corridors of my domain. Each step echoed my resolve. I was not losing power; I was merely redirecting it. I had no intentions of begging for answers or pleading for loyalty.

Instead, I would remind them both of who I truly was—the Devil, the Morning Star, the one who could bring worlds to their knees.

As I paced, memories flooded my mind—moments with Selene that felt like centuries ago. Her laughter, her light, the way she had looked at me with desire and confusion . I had let my guard down, believing that she would never betray me, she did promise. How foolish I had been.

The thought of Lucien’s smug face, the way he had smiled at her, ignited a fire within me. I would not allow him to take what was mine. He thought he could step into my world and claim my place? No. I would show him the futility of his actions.

The demons would arrive soon, their hunger insatiable. I could almost hear the sounds of chaos building in my mind—the screams, the terror, the realization that his end was near. I would not interfere; I would watch from the shadows, reveling in the justice that would unfold.

“Let it begin,” I whispered, feeling the power surge within me.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

SELENE FROWN

I sank into the plush sofa, the cool fabric pressing against my skin as if it could absorb the turmoil swirling inside me. My heart raced, every beat a reminder of what I had just done. Kissing Lucien felt both exhilarating and utterly wrong, a collision of desires that left me dizzy.

What had I been thinking? I had promised myself—promised Lucifer—that I wouldn’t let anyone close again.

But here I was, betraying that promise in the most intimate way possible. The warmth of Lucien’s lips lingered on mine, igniting a conflict within me. He had been kind, attentive. But kindness didn’t erase the fact that I had crossed an invisible line.

What if Lucifer finds out? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. His wrath was legendary, and the idea of him hating me was unbearable. I had seen the depths of his fury before; the last thing I wanted was to be the cause of it again.

I pressed my palms to my face, trying to block out the images of Lucien’s smile, the way his laughter had filled the room, making everything feel lighter, more bearable.

But at what cost? I had thrown myself into his arms, a moment of weakness that could unravel everything I had built with Lucifer.

My heart ached at the thought of losing him, the bond we had forged through our shared pain. I couldn’t let a fleeting moment with Lucien destroy that.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. No. I wouldn’t let it come to that. I had to find a way to make this right.

As I glanced around the living room, the shadows seemed to close in, pressing down on me with the weight of my guilt.

I could almost feel Lucifer’s presence, powerful and omnipresent, even when he wasn’t here. He had a way of filling the space, making it vibrate with unspoken tension. I wondered if he was watching me now, his keen eyes analyzing every move I made, every thought I entertained.

The thought made me shudder. I couldn’t let him see me like this—vulnerable, ashamed. I needed to regain my composure. I needed to show him that I was strong, that I could resist temptation, that I wouldn’t betray him again.

“What have I done?” I whispered to myself, the words barely audible in the stillness of the room.

I could picture Lucifer’s reaction if he found out. He’d be hurt, angry, maybe even disgusted. I couldn’t bear the thought of him looking at me with pity or disdain.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

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