Chapter 219: The Night the Devil Came

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I sat in the back of the limousine, the city lights bleeding past the tinted windows in streaks of meaningless color. The tablet rested on the small table before me, its screen glowing faintly. The video played on low volume, but I did not look at it. I only listened.

"Pathetic. You think some beads and prayers are going to help you? Newsflash, God is not real, and even if He was, He does not care about charity-case nobodies like you. You are only here because your rich husband bought your spot. Everyone knows it."

The venomous voice of that brat echoed from the phone.

My lamb replied softly, trembling but polite. "Give it back. Please."

The brat laughed. "Everyone out there is going to see you for what you really are, a nobody who cannot even play the piano properly. But of course the school will look the other way because of who you are married to. How does it feel knowing you are just a pretty little trophy wife?"

SLAP.

The sound of the slap echoed through the car speakers.

I did not flinch. My expression remained perfectly calm, almost bored, my jaw tightened only slightly, but my face stayed eerily calm.

One of her guards had recorded it all and sent it immediately. He had stood there and watched the entire thing. He had not stepped in because they were “just female students.”

A low, dangerous sound rumbled in my chest, not quite a growl, or a laugh. The guard would answer for that mistake later. No one stands idle while my wife is disrespected.

No one.

I listened to the rest: the way they yanked the rosary from her neck, the stomping, the laughter, the way they pushed her down. Each second fed the void inside me until it howled with hunger.

They touched her.

They humiliated her.

They made my lamb cry.

The possessiveness that always burned for her flared into something sharper, colder, more lethal. Leitana was not simply my wife. She was the only reason this rotting world still held any interest for me. She was the single fragile star I had claimed in an eternity of darkness. And these worthless insects had dared to put their filthy hands on what belonged to me.

Through the window, I saw them.

Sabrina and her two friends spilled out of the building, laughing and chattering like they hadn’t just laid violent hands on my wife. They climbed into their car, still giggling, still alive with their petty triumph.

My lips curved into a faint, serene smile.

I pressed the intercom button.

“Two of you remain here. When my wife emerges, escort her home safely in this limousine. Do not let her out of your sight for even a second.”

"Yes, sir."

I stepped out of the car with calm elegance. Several of my men fell into step behind me without a word. I moved toward the second SUV waiting ahead. Two climbed into the front of my vehicle. The rest filed into the one behind it. No questions. No hesitation. They knew the tone in my silence.

I settled into the back seat. Through the windshield, I watched them.

A few minutes later, Sabrina's car pulled away from the curb, music thumping faintly from inside. They were still laughing.

"Follow them," I said quietly.

The convoy moved.

At first they didn’t notice. Then they did. Their car sped up. Mine matched it effortlessly. The roads emptied as we left the brighter districts, headlights cutting through the night like knives. I could hear their rising panic through the glass and distance, frantic whispers, checks in the mirror, voices climbing higher.

I smiled again, faint and cold.

“Faster.”

Their car swerved. Mine stayed glued to them. The chase stretched, dangerous and empty, the world narrowing to just us and their growing terror.

I lifted my phone and dialed the driver of the lead SUV.

“Ram them.”

The front vehicle surged forward and slammed into the rear of their car with vicious force. Metal screamed. Their vehicle fishtailed wildly. Their screams, raw, high-pitched, and delicious reached me clearly even from inside my own car.

The lead SUV overtook them and cut them off sharply, forcing their car to skid to a violent stop on a deserted stretch of road.

Everything stopped.

My masked men stepped out in perfect, terrifying silence.

Inside the girls’ car, they were screaming, locking doors, fumbling with phones.

Pointless.

"With brutal, unnatural strength, my men ripped the doors off their hinges like tearing paper. The girls’ hysterical shrieks tore through the night as they were dragged out onto the cold asphalt.

One of them was sobbing so hard she could barely speak. “We’re sorry! We’re so sorry! Take whatever you want!”

I remained seated in the back of my SUV, watching through the open window with terrifying calm. They begged for their lives, mascara streaking their faces, voices hoarse with animal fear.

Following my silent orders, each man delivered a brutal slap across the exact same cheek they had used on my wife. The cracks echoed sharply. The girls crumpled to their knees, lips split, blood trickling from their mouths.

Then, exactly as instructed, my men spat on their faces, mirroring what they had done to Leitana.

The girls cried and screamed, bodies shaking violently.

Then the knives came out.

The girls lost it completely.

Their eyes widened in pure, soul-deep terror. They thought they were about to die.

Instead, each man grabbed fistfuls of their long, styled hair and hacked it off in savage, uneven chunks. The girls wailed and sobbed as clumps of hair fell around them like dead leaves, their vanity and pride stripped away in humiliating, merciless strokes.

When it was done, my men pocketed the knives, collected the severed hair like trophies, and climbed back into the vehicles without a single word.

My driver started the engine.

As we pulled away smoothly into the night, I leaned back in my seat, a dark, satisfied smile curving my lips.

No one touches what is mine.

I would let them live.

For now.

But they would carry the memory of this night forever, the fear, the humiliation, the knowledge that they had offended something far beyond their understanding.

Leitana was my reason.

My light.

My obsession.

The only creature in existence that could make the devil feel fear.

And I would burn the world to ash before I let anyone make her cry again.