Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 773 | Released on: 02/03/2026

shattered the heavy silence

the dark wood of the bench. A feral scream tore from her throat, piercing the suffocating air. She shrieked my na

m across her pale skin, a stark contrast

he shrill noise polluting his sanctuary. Dionicio, ever attuned to his Don's silent commands, didn't miss a beat. The Enforc

antly reduced to muff

again. Thirty lashes. N

ve cologne and aged whiskey that usually defined Demetrius Maddox's space. By the twentieth lash, Hailey had s

ne suit miraculously untouched by th

alm despite the adrenaline roaring in my ears. "Dump her at the fr

snow, his eyes wide with a terror he could no longer hide. I wouldn't stop here. I wouldn't stop until Christian Bolton an

ary triumph w

Don had been entertaine

reezing aura he commanded, instantly sucked the remaining oxygen from the room. He di

mless eyes lock

Demetrius commanded. His tone wa

Christian by the collar of his suit and Carmelita by her arm, hauling them up as if they weighed nothing. My uncle and grandmothe

sps were abruptly severed as the hea

ut this time, it wasn't the silence befor

. The audience was gone. I

ator that had finally cornered its prey. The killing intent radiating from him was no longer a subtl

ge my enemies. I had used his Enforcer to execute my family's law. I had hijacked hi

e apart. My mind raced, desperately calculating my only leverage-the burning heat in my blood that he craved,

frame completely eclipsed the city lights be

, his eyes devoid

d, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrat

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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.”