Chapter Fourteen

Throughout the day, Olivia's mind was a chaotic swirl of anticipation, anxiety, and uncertainty. The upcoming party weighed heavily on her thoughts, its looming presence casting a shadow over her usual composure. This was no ordinary soirée; it was an event orchestrated by Azazel, a captivating demon prince with an aura of mystique that both intrigued and unnerved her.

As she sat at her desk, attempting to concentrate on her work, Olivia's eyes repeatedly wandered to her phone, as if hoping for a distraction from the whirlwind of emotions inside her. Each notification sent a jolt of excitement through her veins, but it was quickly replaced by a tinge of apprehension. What would Azazel's message say? Would it hold clues about the true nature of the party, or would it only add to her mounting confusion?

She does not understand how he feels for Azazel, but she knows and understands that their connection seemingly defying the boundaries of their different worlds. However, that same connec