A NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL

Back in the country

6 YEARS LATER

INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT — MEXICO CITY

9:30 AM

The airport buzzed with chaos.

Thousands of reporters crowded the terminal, all gathered for one reason—

To finally meet the mysterious supermodel known only as L.B.

For five years, L.B. had dominated the global modeling industry. She had worked with countless luxury brands and major companies, yet somehow managed to keep her true identity hidden behind masks, veils, and carefully controlled appearances.

No one knew what she truly looked like.

Was she young or older? Innocent or dangerous? Beautiful or overhyped?

Today, the mystery would finally end.

Because for the very first time—

L.B. had decided to reveal herself to the world.

Camera flashes exploded endlessly throughout the airport. Microphones stretched forward aggressively while reporters fought for the best positions. The sound of rolling luggage mixed with excited chatter and the distant roar of aircraft engines.

Every eye remained fixed on the runway.

Every heartbeat carried anticipation.

Her arrival alone had dominated global television for weeks, especially after news broke that she had signed an exclusive collaboration with Morning Star—one of the most elite entertainment companies in the world.

Morning Star was notorious for its impossible standards. Every model, actor, and actress under the company underwent intense screening and training before debuting.

To become their top model?

That was nearly impossible.

Yet somehow, L.B. had achieved it effortlessly.

Which only made the world even more obsessed with her.

“I seriously can’t wait anymore,” one female reporter whispered excitedly while adjusting her camera.

The scent of expensive perfume and coffee lingered in the air as the crowd anxiously stared toward the sky.

Then suddenly—

“Oh my God, there she is!” someone screamed.

Instantly, every head turned upward.

A sleek private jet descended smoothly onto the runway, its powerful engines roaring loudly across the terminal.

The crowd erupted.

The jet finally slowed to a stop after what felt like forever.

Reporters surged forward wildly, shoving one another in desperation.

But before anyone could get close, a group of muscular bodyguards dressed entirely in black suddenly appeared, forming a human barricade around the aircraft.

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

Then—

The jet door slowly opened.

Several intimidating men stepped out first, their sharp gazes scanning the surroundings carefully.

And then she appeared.

A pair of glossy black heels touched the stairs first.

Then came long elegant legs.

A slim waist.

Dangerous curves wrapped perfectly inside a fitted black pinstripe suit.

Her long dark hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders, framing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

But it was her eyes that stunned everyone.

Cold.

Sharp.

Powerful.

The kind of eyes that could ruin a man’s life without apology.

The entire airport fell silent for a second.

Beside her stood a handsome little boy wearing a matching black suit. His piercing blue eyes held an icy intelligence far beyond his age.

On her other side stood a little girl—his twin sister—equally breathtaking in appearance, with the same confident aura and elegant posture.

The three of them looked unreal.

Like royalty.

Like angels sent directly from hell.

“Oh my God…” one reporter whispered breathlessly.

“Are they even human?”

“Forget human, they look terrifyingly gorgeous.”

“Please marry me, L.B.!”

“I think I just turned into a lesbian.”

“Shut up!” a male reporter snapped dramatically. “L.B. is MY future wife.”

“The twins are adorable!”

“I swear whoever the father is must be the luckiest man alive.”

If only they knew she didn’t even know the man from that night…

Alita thought bitterly.

The smile on her face remained elegant and composed, but deep inside—

Hatred still lingered.

She had returned to Mexico for one reason only.

Revenge.

Everyone who had destroyed her life six years ago would pay for it.

And according to her grandfather—

The first step was revealing her identity.

The “L” in L.B. came from Lita—the nickname her mother used to call her lovingly.

And the “B” stood for Brown.

A family name that carried power, wealth, and influence.

A name she was no longer ashamed to claim.

Suddenly, one reporter gasped loudly.

“Wait… isn’t that Alita Brown?!”

The crowd instantly erupted again.

“The actress who disappeared six years ago?”

“Oh my God, it IS her!”

“I used to be obsessed with her movies!”

“Why didn’t I recognize her sooner?!”

The reporters completely lost control.

Everyone surged forward at once, screaming questions while cameras flashed violently around them.

Fortunately, the bodyguards quickly restrained the crowd before things escalated further.

Alita simply smiled gracefully before slipping into a waiting black SUV alongside her assistant, Maya, and the twins.

The second the doors closed, silence finally filled the vehicle.

Andria dramatically threw herself against the seat.

“Ugh. I hate paparazzi.”

Alita laughed softly.

“Unfortunately, sweetheart, you’ll need to get used to it.”

Andrea, meanwhile, remained completely focused on the tablet resting in his lap, barely reacting to anything around him.

Watching the twins always reminded Alita of that night…

The night everything changed.

“Mom, when is Iron Man coming over?” Andrea asked, speaking for the first time since their arrival. That was the nickname the twins had given their grandfather—old, yet still strong and imposing.

“He’ll be here next week,” Alita replied with a smile. “He had to take care of something back in France.”

“It’s so boring without him,” Andria pouted.

Alita laughed softly, pulling her closer.