𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{41}•ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ•

BONDITA

The deep growl of the engine filled the silence as I steered the car through the winding roads, but my focus wasn’t on the drive. My mind was somewhere else—no, someone else.

Bondita.

My wife

The name alone sent a strange rush through my chest, something unfamiliar, something dangerous. She had fucking done something to me—something I couldn’t undo, no matter how much I tried to fight it.

I was never the kind of man to let anyone in. Never. I had spent years building walls so fucking high that no one even dared to come close, let alone try to break them. Women were nothing more than a passing moment in my life, a distraction at best, a nuisance at worst. I never remembered their faces, never cared about their names.

But her?

Fuck. She had ruined everything.

Bondita had forced her way into my thoughts without even trying. She had twisted something inside me, something dark and possessive that made me feel restless the moment she wasn’t in my sight. And the worst part? She didn’t even realize what she was doing to me.

I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.

This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love. That feeling had fucking died inside me a long time ago, buried under blood and betrayal, suffocated by the weight of everything I had lost.

No. This wasn’t love.

But it was something just as fucking dangerous.

I needed her.

I needed to see her, to know she was safe, to know she wasn’t going anywhere. I needed to protect her, to shield her from the darkness of my world, even if I was the biggest fucking monster in it.

Bondita had become my biggest obsession.

And I wasn’t going to let her go.
The fucking emptiness in my chest was unbearable.

Leaving Bondita behind—even for a few fucking hours—felt like I was ripping my own soul apart. It was ridiculous, infuriating even, how much she had gotten under my skin. She was back in the palace, surrounded by my guards, protected by my most trusted men, and yet... it wasn’t fucking enough.

Because it wasn’t me protecting her.

My jaw clenched as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my foot pressing down harder on the accelerator.

Bondita didn’t belong in my world, yet she was fucking mine. My little angel, my biggest obsession. And fuck, I hated that I had to leave her just to deal with this useless fucking distraction.

Aliya.

That fucking woman.

I needed to know why she had come to the palace, why she had dared to show her fucking face in my home, jumping through a fucking window like a desperate lunatic. What the fuck was she after? She knew better than to play games with me.

The car screeched to a halt in front of the hotel. My eyes flickered to the name. Of course. A couple’s fucking hotel.

Aliya and her cheap fucking tactics.

I exhaled sharply, stepping out of the car. My men followed behind, their presence heavy, waiting for my command. I didn’t even glance back as I ordered coldly, “You all stay here.”

They nodded immediately, stepping aside as I walked in.

The receptionist barely got a word out before I threw my name at them, and within seconds, I was in the elevator, heading to the designated floor.