Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 708 | Released on: 02/03/2026

f the meat locker. It was Dionicio. Demetrius's Chief Enforcer moved with the silent, lethal grace of a

t, Dionicio tossed the m

mess of purple bruises and dried blood, but the pat

rozen carcasses hanging behind her. My grandmother, Carmelita, swayed o

the trembling Bolton family members before finally settling on me. The possessive weight of

his voice a low, gravelly rumble tha

ffice was a sprawling monument to absolute power. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering, indif

At his silent, subtle gesture, Dionicio forced my father, my grandmother, and Hailey to th

om a nearby liquor cart and dumped the

. The moment his blurry gaze landed on the Do

is knees, bowing his head to the floor. "I didn't know she was yours, Don Maddox!

rom my family. Hailey's fa

didn't know I possessed, I stepped forward. The military-grade aphro

Foy?" I asked, my voice eerily calm a

are look up. "To ruin you. To make sure everyone s

ep closer, forcing Hailey to hear every word

military-grade. Said it would make you beg for it so it wouldn't look like a struggle.

ly on the floor, her manicured nails scraping against the marble as she trembled. She had b

culating gaze was fixed on Foy, and I knew exactly what the Don was thinking. A bottom-feeding associate like Foy couldn't source military-grade chemicals, and Hailey

's unspoken judgment pressed down on the room until the sheer terror of

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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.”