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"Did you think that I would just let you off the hook for hiding my son all these years?" His voice was cold and low, and a sinister darkness danced in the depths of his amber eyes. 

The presence of a smile on his lips only made him appear more dangerous.

Insanely dangerous.

The fading sun outside cast dark hues across the sky, which stood in stark contrast to the bright golden orbs of the man.

"Do I look like someone forgiving? I suppose not."

What was he planning? She could tell. He had wicked plans all over his head.

"Don't fret," his voice softened with a cruel sense of delight. "I have no intention of killing you. Death is a lame way of paying what you owe. I prefer something more interesting than that."

She was powerless against this devious man, Sienna knew that. He was right. She was here in his territory, unguarded and vulnerable. She had no one to lean on but herself, so she couldn't afford to react hastily.

Her son needed her by his side, and she wouldn't let this man tear them apart. She had to stay in this place no matter what. She didn't care what plan this devil had stored for her, but she was willing to pay whatever the price was as long as she could watch over his son.

He could enslave her for all she cared.

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Escaping her life, Sienna ran away and raised her son on her own. But after six years of hiding, the devil came at her doorstep with one objective: to take his heir.

A woman chained by her flaw, that is who Sienna Roselei is. Used as a pawn in her family's schemes, she falls into the mischievous hands of a man whose eyes glow with wickedness beyond what she can comprehend. She runs away and disappears for the next six years, only to fall into his hands again.

But this time she is no longer alone.

She is with her son.

[Warning: Mature Content. No Rape]

My Son is the Devil's Heir

Lemiel walked away first, his steps slow and deliberate. Meanwhile, Dylan did not move from his spot right away, staring at Sienna as though he didn't wish to part with her.

"Have a nice evening, milord," Sienna wished, and the man smiled.

He looked like he had more to say, but with the short time they had, he only replied, "I will. We shall meet again soon, Sienna. Please, call me Dylan."

When they first met in Thefadore, Dylan hadn't mentioned anything about his status and only gave Sienna his first name. He liked that she didn't address him with honorifics. Now that they had met again, he didn't want that to change. It brought a sense of familiarity and indicated that they were acquainted as old friends.

Lemiel, who hadn't gone too far, halted his steps. He didn't look at the two as he spoke,

Definition of a good man