The Devil Who Claime Chapter 21: A heartless monster or a lover?

Chapter 21: A heartless monster or a lover?

Mila dragged her fingers on his chest. The wound along his rib had started to heal nicely. She gently touched it.

"When I t you, I never thought we would end up like this," she continued slowly. "You were just a stranger who was wounded, in need. As a doctor, I couldn’t let you die there. So I took in."

Her hand moved to his arm, where gauze was still wrapped. She skimd her fingertips over the bandage.

Dominic’s muscles in his arm twitched a little. The pain was still there, dull but present.

"But I have to admit this. I was attracted to you on the first day."

At that, Dominic looked at her. It wasn’t that he had not noticed her lingering stares, those deliberate brushes of her fingers on his body. But he had ignored everything, pretending not to notice it.

Hearing her confess it now stirred sothing possessive inside him.

It ant she had not chosen him to get even with Ethan, to show him that she had moved on. She had not used him to fill the void, to distract herself from the pain of heartbreak. It was because she had been attracted to him.

Mila paused her fingers on the bullet mark on his shoulder. "Why do you have this mark?"

Dominic’s expression shifted again. Before he could think of any reply, she asked, "Were you involved in sothing dangerous?"

For the first ti in a long ti, he felt this nervous energy. No excuse ford in his mind.

"Maybe you were a cop," she speculated. "Or a veteran army officer."

Amusent flickered in his eyes. "Why a cop or an army officer? I could be a mafia king, a dangerous one."

At the ntion of a mafia king, she rembered what Lara had told her last night. "Uh, Lara told

about a young, handso mafia king. Sadly, he was killed. According to the rumors, soone close to him betrayed him."

She gave him a mocking stare. "Maybe he is not dead. It’s just a hoax. Maybe he has survived and is hiding sowhere."

This was exactly what had happened.

Dominic could have died in that accident if Mila had not appeared in ti and pulled him out of the car. Since then, he had been hiding in her place, faking amnesia.

But things had changed now. They had crossed a line. Emotions had tangled. Lying to her no longer felt strategic. It felt wrong as if he had been sinning.

"Suppose I’m that mafia king," he said cautiously to check her reaction.

She laughed. "Yes, and I am your queen." She dismissed it as a joke. "Listen." She placed a hand on his cheek. "Your amnesia needs proper treatnt. I know a specialist. He is good. I’m sure he can help you recover your mory. Co with

tomorrow."

Dominic stared at her for a mont, the restless energy coursing through him. "So you want

to rember my past. What if there is danger in my past? My identity could be shady, soone with a murky background."

Mila waved a hand dismissively. She sat up, pulling the blanket over her. "I know why you are saying this. You are afraid that going to a hospital will expose you, that soone will co after you. But this ti, I’m not listening to anything."

Her voice was firm, as if she had already made up her mind. "I can’t let you ignore your condition. You are seeing a doctor, and that’s final."

He was silent, his mind racing with doubts and questions.

Her gaze softened. She reached out and held his hand. "I know you are worried. But trust . You will be safe. We aren’t going to a hospital. He runs a high-end clinic with every facility. Tests will be conducted there, and it’ll be confidential. If anything suspicious happens, we’ll call the police."

The more she ignored his question, the more restless he grew. He pressed further. "What if I were running from the cops? What will you do if you learn that I am the mafia king everyone believes is dead?"

Mila said nothing for a while. But her expression said that she was displeased. "This is not funny anymore. I’m trying to help you, and you keep joking with . You can’t be that man, okay?"

Dominic narrowed his eyes, puzzled. How could she be so sure? Had she really believed those rumors?

"My friend is a journalist. She won’t spread fake news. He is dead already. And you aren’t a criminal. You can’t be."

The finality in her words caught him off guard. He started to think if Lucas was true.

"Criminals are ruthless, manipulative, and deceitful – just like Ethan and Bianca," Mila continued. "One is the man I loved for five years, and the other one is my half-sister. They deceived

and were planning to snatch everything from . They are wolves disguised as sheep. But you – you are kind, helpful, and protective – nothing like a criminal. You have emotions; you aren’t heartless."

Dominic twitched his lips slightly. ’People call

heartless monster, a rciless devil,’ he recalled. ’You will definitely hate

if you learn who I actually am.’

At the ti, Lucas’ warning replayed in the back of his mind as if soone had just played a recorder.

’Don’t get emotionally involved with her. A woman like her will never accept our world. She will hate you once she knows your true identity.’

Dominic’s fingers curled into balls. ’It’s too late to regret,’ he muttered to himself. ’She is already mine and will remain mine. It doesn’t matter whether she hates

or not.’

Mila leaned onto his chest. "Please co with

for a check-up tomorrow – at least to put

at ease."

Dominic found himself nodding. "Alright. I’ll co with you."

Her face lit up with a grin, happy and relieved.

Dominic wrapped an arm around her. "It’s late now. You should sleep."

Mila fell asleep soon, but Dominic couldn’t. He knew his ti of hiding had co to an end. The mont he stepped into any dical facility, Marco would know he was still alive.

They would plan an attack. And Dominic wouldn’t put Mila into danger.

He slowly slipped out of the bed, making sure his movent didn’t disturb her sleep. He ca into the guest room and dialed Lucas.

"Listen carefully," he said in a hushed tone as soon as the call was answered. "I need to relocate to a secure place. Soon."

"What happened?" Lucas sounded worried. "Any suspicious activities?"

"I’ll explain later. We can’t be here anymore. Prepare the island."

Lucas didn’t question him back. Instead, he agreed readily. "I’ll arrange it. Give

so ti."