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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

In the town park of Darthmore, local carriages and the coachmen who drove them lined up under the night sky.

It was a surprise when the town suddenly received a notice from the council that every local carriage whose route included the forest path north of the town was required to undergo an inspection. It was seven in the evening, and inspections usually took place in the morning, never at night. But since it was a notice from the duke's office, they had no choice but to comply.

The duke's carriage soon arrived at the town park and Lemiel stepped out with Theron by his side. Both vampires wore stern expressions. However, unlike usual, Lemiel exuded a colder aura, his face as hard as stone with the usual mischief gone from his eyes, leaving them empty and soulless.

Yorrick, a trusted aide of the council, was already in the town park before Lemiel arrived. With a paper and quill in hand, he met the pureblooded vampire halfway and offered a bow.

Approaching wave of rage