Sold to the Devil
When 20 year old Emilia Navarro is sold to one of the most feared mafia lord in the city, her world shatters. Her father and stepmother, drowning in debt and desperate for a taste of luxury, trade her innocence for a pile of blood stained money. She is delivered like property to Dante Calhoun a cold, ruthless man with ice in his veins and a reputation built on violence.
Dante didn't ask for a bride, he demanded obedience, a pawn to solidify his grip over a rival family. What he didn't expect was Emilia's fire, fragile yet defiant. Emilia refuses to be broken even as she thrusts into a world of brutal power plays ,deadly secrets and dangerous alliances.
As the lines between hate and desire blur, Emilia must learn how to survive in a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is earned in blood. But the deeper she falls into Dante's world, the more she realizes that the most dangerous thing may not be falling for the man she was sold to but discovering secrets behind her true origin.
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Chapter: Chapter 43: A Flicker of JoyThe return to the estate was quiet.Emilia sat silently in the passenger seat as Dante drove. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers nervously twining together. She hadn’t spoken since they left her family home, and the air between them was filled with an unspoken heaviness. She stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past—the tall iron gates of the estate eventually rising into view.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the manor, Emilia unbuckled her seatbelt slowly and opened the door. She paused, then glanced back at Dante.“Thank you,” she said softly. Her voice was faint, nearly lost to the wind.Dante gave a slight nod, but before he could speak, she turned and disappeared into the house, walking briskly toward her room with her head lowered.He remained still for a moment, watching her retreating figure. Something in his chest tightened. There was a time not long ago when he wouldn’t have cared—when someone like Emilia wouldn’t have registered enough to earn a seco
Last Updated: 2025-05-17
Chapter: Chapter 42: The silence that followsThe door clicked shut behind them, and with it, a stillness settled over the house like a damp fog.No one spoke for a long moment.Vanessa stood in the living room, frozen with the smile still plastered on her face, though it had long since outlived its usefulness. She remained poised, hands clasped tightly before her, even as her knuckles turned white from the pressure. Behind her, the soft ticking of the old wall clock filled the space, each sound louder than it should’ve been.Alissa sat motionless on the worn dining chair, eyes fixed on the door her stepsister had just walked out of. Her tea had gone cold. She didn’t notice.Mark stretched out on the couch again, flipping through channels absentmindedly. The soft flicker of the television cast dancing shadows across his face, but his gaze was unfocused. He wasn’t really watching. He just wanted something—anything—to drown out the thick, uncomfortable silence that had crept in like a living thing.Vanessa turned abruptly, the smil
Last Updated: 2025-05-17
Chapter: Chapter 41: The Return HomeEmilia hadn’t expected Dante to accompany her—much less drive her there personally. It felt surreal sitting beside him in the sleek, black car as they passed unfamiliar faces and familiar corners. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable. Dante didn’t speak, nor did he glance at her. He simply drove, eyes fixed ahead like he was preparing for war.The closer they got to her old neighborhood, the more Emilia felt her nerves stir. Her stomach tightened, her fingers laced tightly on her lap. But as the car turned onto her old street, a smile unexpectedly found its way to her lips.It hadn’t changed much.The same rusty fences. The cracked sidewalks she and Alissa used to run across barefoot. The same neighbors, older now, still sitting on porches whispering about everyone who passed.Dante noticed her smile from the corner of his eye but said nothing. Instead, he slowed the car and pulled up in front of a small, gray two-story house with peeling paint and a dying flower
Last Updated: 2025-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 40: A GiftThe first light of morning slipped through the high windows, casting golden streaks across the polished floors of the Calhoun estate. Emilia rose quietly, the soft rustle of bedsheets and the faint chirp of birds her only company. There was no fanfare, no candles or songs.It was her birthday.Her twentieth.She slipped on her usual clothes and stepped out into the hallway, ready to begin her chores. The air felt heavier today, as if the house itself was holding its breath. Emilia moved through the kitchen and laundry room, scrubbing and sorting, washing and folding, the same routine that had become her new normal.But there was something different in the way the other maids looked at her today—no longer merely cruel or indifferent. Now they were cautious, keeping their distance as if she carried something dangerous. Whispers followed her in the corridors, and averted eyes met hers in every room.Witch.She broke the vase with her mind.She’s not normal.She tried to block out the whi
Last Updated: 2025-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 39: The Forbidden Wing The cold glass trembled in Emilia’s hand as she took another sip. The water was refreshing against her dry throat, calming the last traces of the nightmare that had left her drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning against the edge of the sink. The quiet hum of the night surrounded her—soft winds brushing against the windowpanes, the gentle creak of the old mansion settling into sleep.But then, something shattered the silence.A howl.Low, guttural… and filled with pain.The glass slipped from her hand and hit the floor, shattering into sharp fragments. Emilia gasped and stepped back instinctively, her heart pounding. Her gaze shot to the window, and there it was—the full moon, glowing like a silver eye in the sky, watching everything below in eerie silence.She froze.Another howl echoed—louder this time, raw and agonized, as if the creature behind it was being torn apart.Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to rationalize it.The wo
Last Updated: 2025-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 38: Whispers in the DarkEmilia lay on her back, staring at the ceiling of her room. The soft fabric of the sheets bunched slightly beneath her fingertips, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts had taken on a life of their own, drifting in and out like the gentle sway of curtains on a windy day.It had been almost a half a day since the vase incident, and yet the images still played in her mind—over and over again. The blood. The screams. The horrified expressions. And her—standing completely still, unsure of how anything had happened.She swallowed, trying to force the tightness in her throat down.Was she okay? she wondered. The maid—Clara, was it? Emilia hadn’t seen her since. She hadn’t been allowed near the infirmary, either. No one told her anything.And the worst part? The whispers.She heard them when she walked past the hallway. When she entered the laundry room. When she stood in line for meals."She’s cursed.""A witch, I swear.""Did you see the cracks on the wall that day? That wasn’t normal.""I
Last Updated: 2025-05-15
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