Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 751 | Released on: 02/03/2026

s of the walk-in freezer. The air was thick with the metallic scent of my blood, the biting cold,

phant disgust. She didn't look at the man's face. She was too busy staring at my tor

inted a manicured finger at Demetrius's broad, scarred back. "You throw away your engagement and defile the B

ith dramatic horror. "To think I raised you to be a proper lady. You are a di

er me, a flicker of unease breaking through his initial anger. Beside him, my older brother, Ken, was entirely silent. Ken wasn'

The military-grade aphrodisiac was still a dull, toxic ache in my veins, but t

, but I locked them, refusing to cower bef

hrough the freezing air. I let out a cold, humorless smile. "Hailey, the man you paid is

I had slapped her. All the color drained from her cheek

I-I don't know what you're talking about! Don't try to deflect your disgusti

her own grave wi

He didn't yell. He didn't defend himself. He simply finished adjusting the cuffs

King of Chicago

is chest, and then illuminated his face. His expression was a mask

wenty degrees. The silence that followed was so heavy i

instincts, buried deep beneath her arrogance, finally woke up and screamed at her. You di

tle. Christian stumbled back a step, bumping into the heavy iron door. All the self

alized exactly whose shadow she had stepped into. She hadn't just insulted a man; sh

is dead, hollow gaze fixed on Hailey, radiating a murderous intent so pure it made th

ncrete corridor outside the freezer, breakin

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“My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement. To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia. It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping. But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished. She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug. She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago. The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash. Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name. She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant. I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead. I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye. "Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you." Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth. "Prove it," he growled. I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.”