THE DEVIL KNOWS MY NAME
9.0 / 10.0
Share
She was Kysa, a name worn like armor four nights a week to pay tuition while no one watched. Donomie Lawson never wanted just a night—he wanted her secrets, the parts she kept locked even from herself. She gave them, then vanished into Darla Perkins, associate attorney, clean of that old life.
Now her firm assigns her to the Speaker of the House's account, and he recognizes her in four seconds. Donomie has become untouchable, a man who rewrites rules instead of breaking them, and he still knows how to unmake her with a single sentence. She has eleven days to keep his career alive while his ex-wife holds footage and a paternity test.
She knows how to win the case. She doesn't know how to survive being just his lawyer—because he isn't trying to expose Kysa. He's trying to bring her back.
THE DEVIL KNOWS MY NAME Summary
She was Kysa, a name worn like armor four nights a week to pay tuition while no one watched. Donomie Lawson never wanted just a night—he wanted her secrets, the parts she kept locked even from herself. She gave them, then vanished into Darla Perkins, associate attorney, clean of that old life.
Now her firm assigns her to the Speaker of the House's account, and he recognizes her in four seconds. Donomie has become untouchable, a man who rewrites rules instead of breaking them, and he still knows how to unmake her with a single sentence. She has eleven days to keep his career alive while his ex-wife holds footage and a paternity test.
She knows how to win the case. She doesn't know how to survive being just his lawyer—because he isn't trying to expose Kysa. He's trying to bring her back.
Read More
THE DEVIL KNOWS MY NAME Chapter 1
DARLA
Oh God.
Of all the places we could have collided again, it had to be here beneath these blinding lights, on this stage, with every hungry eye in the room fixed on me like I'm something to be consumed.
"May I introduce you all to our newest Velvet Rose," Desiree purrs into the microphone. "It's her very first shift, gentlemen. She's completely untouched."
The hushed whisper of awe fell over the room, and I felt the heat of everyone's eyes on me. My lungs forgot how to work.
Because he was standing at the end of the runway.
And the second his gaze locked onto mine, recognition hit him like a blow.
His expression changed in a way that was subtle yet impossible to miss, and his jaw locked tight with something dangerously controlled.
Mr. Lawson.
For a heartbeat, the world tilted.
Wait a minute... what the fuck is he doing here in the first place?
I thought he was a decent man.
God, I'm an idiot.
His eyes narrowed slightly, not in desire like the others, and I refused to be the one who looked away first.
Don't you dare look at me like I'm the disgrace.
You're standing in the same room.
"Kysa is as intelligent as she is beautiful," Desiree continued smoothly. "I'm sure you all agree."
A few appreciative chuckles rose from the crowd as the men moved closer to the stage, circling slowly and studying me with open interest. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced my practiced smile into place, shaping my lips into something confident and untouchable even though I felt anything but steady inside.
If I was going to burn for this, then I would burn spectacularly.
"Gentlemen," Desiree said with a sharp smile, "who wants to be the first man Kysa spends the night with?"
They did not hesitate.
One by one, they stepped forward in tailored suits and polished shoes, expensive watches catching the light as they introduced themselves with easy confidence and charm that felt calculated.
"Jonathan," a blond man said as he lifted my hand and pressed his lips to my knuckles, holding my gaze slightly longer than necessary. "It's a pleasure."
"Likewise,"
"Perkins," another man said with a confident smile.
"Delighted."
After that, the names began to blur together.
They were polished, attractive, wealthy, and self-assured men who were used to getting exactly what they wanted because they could afford it.
All of them except one.
Donomie Lawson had not moved from his place at the edge of the room.
He stood apart from the others with a glass of scotch in his hand, his posture rigid and his gaze fixed somewhere ahead as though he was trying to distance himself from what was happening.
As though this had nothing to do with him.
"I will start the bidding," a voice called from the back. "Thirty thousand dollars."
A few of the men chuckled.
"Fifty thousand."
"Seventy-five thousand to spend the night with me," another man called confidently, his voice cutting clean through the murmurs.
I glanced around.
They had told me about this part. I would receive twenty-five percent of the final price on top of my wage if I accepted one of them.
At the time, it had sounded abstract. Now it felt very real.
"Eighty-five."
"One hundred!" another man called.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Donomie set his scotch down with quiet finality before turning toward the exit.
He was leaving.
He was actually leaving.
"Him," I called out before I could stop myself.
Donomie kept walking.
"That man there." I lifted my hand and pointed directly at his retreating back. "The one heading for the door."
"Mr. Silver!" Desiree called.
He stopped but did not turn around.
"Kysa has chosen you," she called.
Donomie turned, his eyes catching Desiree's before they met mine. "She doesn't measure up to what I had in mind," he said.
I glared at him.
"That is not how this works, and you know it, Mr. Silver," Desiree replied coolly. "Our girls make the choice. If Kysa wants you, then Kysa gets you."
His gaze shifted to me, and his chin lifted in defiance. "I'm not interested."
A flush crept across my face.
This might have been the most humiliating moment of my life.
Fuck him.
"Mr. Silver, you play by the rules or you hand in your membership." Desiree sneered.
He ran his tongue over his teeth, clearly annoyed, and stepped toward me until he was only inches away.
"One hundred and thirty!" another man called from the back.
Donomie stood in front of me, inches away from my face, and we glared at each other.
We stared at each other, anger ricocheting between us in a silent, electric charge.
And I realized exactly what was fueling it.
It wasn't the bidding.
It was the fact that he was here, that I had thought he was someone special.
I raised an eyebrow, and he didn't break eye contact.
Then he stretched his hand toward me, silent and deliberate, and I took it.
"This way," he murmured.
"Let's get this over with."
Continue Reading
THE DEVIL KNOWS MY NAME of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3
Chapter 4 Ch. 4
Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
All Chapters all
New Release Novels
8.2
Woken by strange noises in the middle of the night, a parent investigates their son’s bedroom. Behind the door, they find him in bed with a woman’s undergarment over his face, immersed in a video. The situation turns from unsettling to life-altering when the parent looks closer at the screen. The footage features their own son as the lead, and his partner is none other than his classmate’s mother, uncovering a scandalous secret that threatens to shatter their entire world.
8.6
After a humiliating public betrayal, Ivy Hart vows to never love again. Her resolve is tested when ruthless Damian Blackwood demands a marriage of convenience. The contract is strict: no feelings, no questions. However, Damian’s possessive nature turns their cold deal into a suffocating obsession. When Ivy’s past returns, his jealousy flares, revealing a dangerous truth. Ivy realizes she hasn't just signed a deal; she has given herself to a man who never lets go.
9.8
After three weeks of enforced proximity, a young woman finds herself trapped in the grip of her former high school bully, the powerful billionaire Ethan Chambers. Once her greatest fear, Ethan now claims her as his own, demanding absolute compliance. Having already discarded two previous engagement rings, she finally yields to the third, realizing that resistance is futile. As they prepare to marry, she must navigate a life dictated by the man who once made her miserable.
8.9
Two years into her marriage with Griffin Lockwood, Cora Hayes reaches her breaking point. To torment her, her billionaire husband brings a young model into their home for an intimate photoshoot, daring Cora to seek her own pleasures. But when Cora actually takes his advice and designs a unique silver bracelet for another man, Griffin's cruel games backfire. Seeing his wife's custom creation on a rival's wrist, his arrogance turns to a possessive, furious rage.
8.7
Slaying the beasts was not the end; they have returned, wearing the stolen faces of the youth. High above, the slain moon finds a new voice within the girl who took its life. To stop the apocalypse being rehearsed beneath the lake, a clawed mother and a daughter carrying a god must venture into the depths. This final lock is tethered to a pulse, and the human key must shatter her own soul to prevent the coming of the world's end.
9.7
Twenty-two-year-old Nevea Harth is deeply devoted to Kai Malachi, the stunning billionaire CEO of ALPHA MEDICS. However, her dreams shatter on their engagement day when Kai abruptly cancels via text to comfort his childhood crush, Claire Colton. Devastated by the betrayal, Nevea ends the relationship and flees to Italy to rebuild her life. Meanwhile, the manipulative Claire conspires with Kai's best friend, Ivar, to permanently replace Nevea. Will distance open Kai's eyes before it is too late?
