Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 668 | Released on: 02/03/2026

f Demetrius's unspoken judgment pressed down on the room until the sheer terro

shattered the quiet. She scrambled up from her knees, her manicured finger

lease, you can't let her play you! She is a *puttana* (whore)! She orchestrated this entire setup to cover up the

the room plummete

y that Demetrius Maddox, the most feared man in Chicago, was a gullible

grandmother Carmelita and my uncle Christian turned the color of chalk. They realized instantly what Hailey's panicked outbu

s, but it was entirely eclipsed by the cold, burning need for my own Vendetta. I needed to prove to

nce between us in

my arm. *Smack.* The sharp, explosive crack of my palm against

sed onto the unforgiving Italian marble with a pathe

ward and drove the needle-thin heel of my sti

beneath my weight. I didn't flinch. I slowly crouched down, ignoring her agonizing sobs,

of an inch. She wailed, her body convulsing in pain. "Your mistake was being stupid. You dragged our

rom her tear-soaked face to the p

ic scheme born solely from your own petty jealousy? Or did your father, our esteemed

just escalated a petty sibling rivalry into a full

but the oppressive aura radiating from him had shifted. It wasn't just anger anymore;

realization that she was completely trapped. But a cornered snake always strikes blindly. Through her tears, he

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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.”