They call us the Devils of Cliffside.
We don't deny it.
We sharpen the horns. We wear the name like a crown.
We weren't born monsters.
We were made.
Shaped by betrayal, baptized in blood, and carved into something unrecognizable by the hands of the men who came before us... The Elders.
I'm Wyck Vaughn.
And with my Devils, my brothers, we own this city.
My mother died screaming. And my father watched.
Now, years later, he strolls back into my life flashing a new woman on his arm like she's some fucking trophy.
She laughs like sin and walks like lust.
Skin kissed by firelight.
Eyes that see too much.
A red dress that fits like it was made for heartbreak.
She's not just another pretty pawn in his game.
She's the glitch in his system.
The match in a room full of gasoline.
She's also about to become my stepmother.
Too bad.
Because I want her.
We want her.
And when Devils want something... We don't steal.
We claim.
So let the Elders rot. Let the lies unravel.
Let the empire my father built crumble brick by bloody brick.
We'll rebuild it, with her on our throne.
Whether she begs for it... or bleeds for it.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
This is a dark, age-gap, why-choose romance set in a world where obsession is a weapon, desire is dangerous, and love might just be the cruelest lie of all.