Devils Apartment

The rain hit the city hard, making it feel colder than it really was. Drops sliced through the sky like shards of glass. 

I pulled the hood of my worn-out jacket tighter around my face. My fingers trembled, not from the chill but from the letter burning a hole in my pocket. I'd received it earlier today, and it had set everything in motion.

My last name used to mean something. The Marco family was once a powerful name in Spain, running shipping lanes and vineyards. 

But after my father's mysterious death and the betrayal that followed, everything came crashing down. I was just seventeen when the wolves showed up.

Bankers, enemies, and traitors came in and stripped us of our legacy. Now, at twenty-three, I was just a shadow of the heiress I used to be.

I was stuck working double shifts at a coffee shop, barely scraping by to pay rent on my tiny apartment with peeling paint and cracked tiles.

But today wasn't about survival; it was about revenge. And it all started with him.

I walked into the lobby of the Seraphim Tower. Sixty floors of glass and steel, radiating danger. Everything about that building screamed power, and it all belonged to one man.

       Domain Cross.

They called him "the devil in a suit." Born into the mafia, a billionaire by thirty, and untouchable by the law. Rumors said his hands were stained with blood, but no one had ever proved it. I didn't need proof. My father had whispered his name with his last breath, and that was enough for me.

The elevator doors opened to a private floor. Everything was black marble with silver accents, and the silence pressed down like a weight. I stepped out, my heart pounding as I prepared to face the devil himself.

Damian stood by the window, his back to me. He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a custom black suit that probably cost more than my yearly salary. 

His presence filled the room, exuding a stillness that felt almost unnatural. Everything smelled like power, control, and danger.

"You're late," he said, his voice deep and smooth, laced with amusement. I swallowed hard. I didn't realize that I was on your schedule.