Reborn as his obsession

Restlessness of the Devils

Agitation😈

In the heart of Dubai’s business district stood a fifty-storey luxury skyscraper—

entirely made of glass, as if it had trapped the city’s sky within itself.

Inside that building, a strange kind of silence ruled.

Somewhere, the soft rustle of files turning.

Somewhere, the relentless clicking of keyboards.

Somewhere, the echo of expensive shoes against marble floors.

Yet no one dared to speak.

Not even a whisper.

The reason was obvious—

The Devil Bosses had arrived. 👿👿

At Blackwood Group, even the smallest mistake could cost someone their job.

And once thrown out of this company—

finding work anywhere else was nothing but a foolish dream.

After all, Blackwood Group wasn’t just Dubai’s pride—

it was Asia’s number one conglomerate.

Getting a job here was like destiny smiling on you. 😄

Losing it—was destiny being buried alive. 🥺

On the highest floor of the building, inside a glass-walled cabin,

Adrian Blackwood and Aiden Blackwood sat in their chairs.

Their assistant was reading out the day’s schedule,

but the twins’ attention was elsewhere.

An unusual restlessness lingered on their faces—

as if something was wrong…

or something important was slipping away.

Suddenly, Adrian shut the file.

“Get lost.” 😡

The assistant froze.

What did I do wrong…? 😥

Before he could say anything,

Aiden’s cold—yet deadly—voice echoed through the cabin.

“Looks like you don’t value your job very much.

If I see you here for even one more second…

whatever happens next will be entirely your responsibility.” 👿

The next moment, the assistant ran out

as if death itself were chasing him.

Outside, he muttered under his breath—

“What’s wrong with these two devils today? 😈

Why are they so angry…?” 😥

Inside, Adrian and Aiden stood near the glass wall.

Below them, all of Dubai spread out—

as if the entire city rested in their clenched fists.

One hand in the pocket.

A cigarette in the other.

Open shirt buttons,

broad chests, sculpted abs,

silky hair falling over their foreheads,

and deep, intoxicating eyes—

At this moment, the two of them were nothing less than

a dangerous dream for any woman. ❤️😈

Staring outside, Aiden spoke—

“It’s strange…

For the first time, it feels like I have everything…

and yet, I have nothing.

That peace I’m searching for—

it’s not there.” 👿

The moment those words left Aiden’s lips,

a face appeared in Adrian’s mind—

Elara.

Adrian said quietly—

“Tomorrow, our divorce with her will be finalized.

And after that…

she’ll be out of our lives forever.”

The words came easily,

but his heart felt uneasy.

As if something incredibly precious

was about to slip from his grasp. 😥

Aiden felt the same.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Elara had been discharged.

Margaret Blackwood held her hand gently.

“Come, child… let’s go home.”

The car moved toward the mansion.

Looking out of the window,

Elara drifted into her past.

She remembered—

How her stepmother Moni

and stepsister Sophia pretended to love her,

while keeping her away from education and independence.

“My dear, I care so much about you.

I want to keep you in front of my eyes—24 hours a day.”

Four-year-old Elara had mistaken it for motherly love.

Just one month after her real mother’s death,

her father, Shekhar Verma, married Moni.

Moni already had a daughter—

seven-year-old Sophia.

All of Shekhar’s affection went to Sophia.

And Elara…

was quietly ignored.

By the age of eighteen, Elara was nothing less than a beauty—

blue eyes, long hair, porcelain skin.

That was when a proposal arrived.

Margaret Blackwood herself had brought it.

The Blackwood family.

Adrian Blackwood and Aiden Blackwood.

Sophia played her final trick—

“They hate beautiful women.

That’s why you should cover your face and body in dirt.

And anyway… you’re uneducated.

Your degrees were bought with Dad’s money.”

Elara chose love.

And walked straight into fire.

After the wedding,

Adrian and Aiden didn’t even look at her.

They left her standing alone at the altar.

The car came to a stop.

“Elara, child… we’re home.”

As they stepped inside, Margaret said—

“Learn to fight for yourself.

Never expect that someone will come…

and save you.”