Trapped by the Devilish King

gentle, neon lights f

ave her, Camila Harrington hopped in a cab

iously high-end, luxury every inch, the kind of plac

eath at the entrance before making her way i

straight up to suite

the very top of Imperial Crest's 32nd flo

invitation-only. Even billionaire

n the suite, flowin

rossed sat like he owned the place-tall, lean

rp lines, absurdly good-looking. Honestly, it was almost unf

had this cold, bottomless look, like staring into some dark ocean. One glance

ds. They looked like kids about to get scolded, all nervous glances and

or, Camila had

ep in-only to realize the guy had

ough the gap. The music drift

and doesn't even lock the damn door? She let

an

tension inside the suite like a ha

uy on the couch. That had to be

for you, and you're out here screwing around? What kind of garbage human does that? You reek of bad decisi

d like they'd seen a g

hy on earth was she yelli

ad to be the first person ever to

link. He just turned his icy gaze

lunatic in?

ll of that dark charisma that ma

expected. The guy was... ridiculously attr

just thirty minutes ago and boom-rage mode back on

I've seen trashy, but you take it to another level. No shame, no morals... One day that karma's

le

quiet-d

felt frozen. Even the air