Chapter 69 The Other Woman
Evelyn’s POV
The room smelled of his cologne, his anger and the truth he refused to give me even after he had long left.
My chest felt like someone had pushed their hand through it and squeezed until something cracked. His words hit again.
Someone else. Someone from his past life. Someone who owned his heart.
And someone he refused to name.
I stood there for a long moment, staring at the door he’d just walked through, trying to swallow the tight knot on my throat. My breathing felt uneven. My eyes burned. My palms were sweaty.
I hated that I cared. God, I wanted to deny it, the way he denied me.
But I cared.
And I wanted answers.
When I finally forced myself outside the room, the corridor was too silent for a mid afternoon time. My footsteps echoed softly on the marble floor, each step heavier than the last.
I wasn’t sure where I was going until I saw Diego.
He was stationed at the entrance like he always was, spine straight, face sharp, hands behind his back, eyes trained forward.
But the moment he saw me, he lowered his head respectfully. “Ms. Martins.”
I walked straight to him. “Diego.”
He lifted his gaze slightly, waiting.
“I need to know something,” I said, my heartbeat still stumbling from the weight of Lorenzo’s rejection.
He nodded once. “If it is within my right to tell you, I will.”
That if pissed me off, but I still continued. I crossed my arms. “You will have to tell me.”
His expression flickered, tiny, almost invisible. “What do you wish to know?” he asked.
“The woman,” I said. “The one Lorenzo was talking about.”
Diego blinked once. Then looked away.
That reaction alone told me everything. He knew something even when I’m about to detail my questions.
“Ms. Martins.” Diego started, his voice low. “It is not my story to….”
“It is now,” I cut him off, stepping closer. “Because he won’t tell me. And because he’s hurting. And because I deserve to know.”
Diego stared at me like I had surprised him, like he didn’t expect the confession from me.
I didn’t care though.
“Tell me,” I demanded again, softer but sharper. “Who is she?”
He hesitated again. And that alone felt like confirmation that this woman wasn’t just a memory. She was a ghost tied to Lorenzo’s bones.
“Diego,” I said, voice trembling. “Please. If you really want me to help Lorenzo get his humanity back, this is the only way to understand him.”
Something in my tone must have cracked him, because his shoulders dropped slightly and he exhaled slowly.
“Her name was Delilah,” he said quietly.
The name felt ancient to me and I couldn’t tell how it made me feel.
Diego continued. “She was Lucifer's lover. His only lover. His first…… and last.”
My heart clenched.
“How long ago?” I whispered.
“A very long time, Ms. Martins,” Diego said. “Centuries.”
My breath caught.
I already knew Lorenzo wasn’t human, but hearing Diego say it like that made it feel more real with no reason to doubt it.
“Tell me what happened to her,” I said slowly.
Diego paused again, not because he didn’t know, but because he didn’t know if I was ready to hear it.
“She died,” he said finally. “In the coldest and cruelest hands imaginable.”
A shiver crawled through me.
“How?” I asked.
Diego looked past me for a moment, his eyes darkening with something strange.
“Lucifer was a mortal man then,” he began. “Not the ruler you see now. Not the force he has become. He was a young man in a small village with nothing but the clothes he wore and his heart.”
His throat tightened. “……a heart he gave to Delilah.”
I swallowed hard, listening.
“They were inseparable. Two souls tied together. Everyone knew they would marry. Everyone knew she was his entire world.”
A spark of jealousy hit me sharp, unexpected.
“But one day,” Diego continued, “the village turned on her.”
My stomach twisted. “Why?”
Diego’s jaw clenched. “Ignorance. News had it that after Lucifer was sent away for study that Delilah found out that she was pregnant and went into hiding because she knew about the punishment that comes with getting pregnant out of wedlock. But unfortunately for her, the villagers found out.
My blood froze.
“What did they do?”
His expression broke with something that I believe was pain. “They killed her,” he said simply. “Dragged her from her home to a place called mountain of love, stoned her, and stabbed her to death.”
A small horrified sound escaped my mouth.
Diego continued. His voice didn’t shake, but his eyes softened, like he remembered watching Lorenzo crumble.
“Lucifer got there too late. He tried to save her, but there was nothing left to save.”
My hand flew to my chest, trying to hold myself together.
“When he realized she was gone,” Diego said, “something inside him shattered. He hunted every single person who touched her and ended them with his own hands.”
“And when the last one was dead, Lucifer stood over their bodies and demanded one thing.”
“What?” I whispered.
“That he be buried alive beside Delilah.”
My knees weakened slightly.
“He couldn’t live without her,” Diego continued. “He chose death. Chose to follow her wherever she went.”
I covered my mouth with my hand, my heart breaking in a way I didn’t expect.
“But death did not take him,” Diego continued. “Something else intervened.”
“What?” I asked.
“No one knows,” he said. “Some say a curse. Some say fate. Some say Delilah herself bound his soul to eternity so he could find her again.”
I swallowed hard with my eyes widely open.
“Lucifer woke up centuries later,” Diego said. “Alone. Changed. More powerful than any mortal being should be. But the only thing he wanted……the first thing he searched for, was Delilah. And when he couldn’t find her, when he was asked to wait until fate brings her back to him, he turned to what he is today, ruthless, cruel, and dangerous. Hating human with the believe that no one should be spared for what his past lover suffered in the hands of mortal.”
It hurts to hear more than I wanted it to.
“So that’s why he keeps pushing me away,” I said quietly.
Diego shook his head. “No. He pushes you away because you are becoming something to him. Something he didn’t plan for. Something that frightens him.”
I stood still, listening with so much interest.
“He cares more than you could imagine,” Diego said simply. “But he is chained to a past he cannot let go of that easily.”
We both fell silent.
Diego exhaled slowly. "There has been a whisper in the mansion lately. Some guards said they believes he found her yesterday after his suddenly visited his village again that morning."
My heart stopped.
“Found….. Delilah?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
My pulse pounded hard, fast, and painful.
“But,” Diego added, lowering his voice, “nobody knows if it’s true. Nobody knows what she looks like. Nobody knows where she is.”
My stomach flipped violently.
Nobody knew?
No. It’s not possible, someone must have known and that person must be……his right hand man. Gideon.
“What are you two discussing?”
Lorenzo’s voice sounded aggressively from down the hall and before I could say a word he was already walking towards us.