The Devil Who Bought Me
Natalie Grimaldi has always been a fighter. Rebellious, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to break under pressure, she’s spent most of her life enduring the cruelty of her uncle, Gideon Grimaldi , a greedy man who raised her only to use her as a pawn.
When Gideon announces that she’s to marry Viktor Roman, a Russian billionaire twice her age, in exchange for a debt settlement, Natalie is furious, broken and frustrated. On the day of the wedding something unexpected happens she is claimed in a contract marriage by California's most feared Italian Mafia family, LORENZO DE LUCA.
She finds herself being sold twice!!
Lorenzo doesn't know her name, doesn't care about her except his own gains(the real reason he bought her) but something in her fire, her refusal to bow, stirred something long buried in him. He buys her for something much more deeper —nothing more. But Natalie refuses to break. Even as he claims her body, her life, she hides her heart, planning escape, revenge, and freedom.
But the longer she remains under Lorenzo's roof, the more she begins to see cracks in his stone facade: his silence, his shadows, his haunting grief and most of all HIS SECRET. The real reason he bought her. And against every wall she’s built, Natalie begins to feel the tug of something she vowed never to give him—sympathy. Maybe even more.
As Natalie secretly builds her own power, forging connections and learning the dark truths behind Lorenzo's empire, she must face the hardest question of all:
Can she destroy the man who bought her, if he’s the first one who ever saw her?
Or will she fall for the devil who was never meant to love?
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety-four : Isolde CallsThe tracker was now in the back of a delivery van. Lorenzo's people had arranged it within two hours, a nondescript vehicle making a genuine route across the city, moving at the pace of ordinary commerce, stopping at the intervals that ordinary deliveries stopped at. If her aunt was monitoring its signal, what she would see was a tracker travelling through the city in a pattern that suggested someone was running errands. Going somewhere unremarkable. Living an unremarkable life. Natalie watched the van's progress on the screen in the study for a few minutes and then stopped watching because there were more important things and because there was a particular satisfaction in it that she didn't entirely trust herself to sit with for too long. Satisfaction like that had a way of making you careless. She was reviewing supplier contracts at her desk when the call came in. Not Isabella. Not her aunt. Not any of the numbers she had grown accustomed to monitoring. Isolde. She stared at
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: Chapter Ninety-four : Isolde CallsThe tracker was now in the back of a delivery van. Lorenzo's people had arranged it within two hours, a nondescript vehicle making a genuine route across the city, moving at the pace of ordinary commerce, stopping at the intervals that ordinary deliveries stopped at. If her aunt was monitoring its signal, what she would see was a tracker travelling through the city in a pattern that suggested someone was running errands. Going somewhere unremarkable. Living an unremarkable life. Natalie watched the van's progress on the screen in the study for a few minutes and then stopped watching because there were more important things and because there was a particular satisfaction in it that she didn't entirely trust herself to sit with for too long. Satisfaction like that had a way of making you careless. She was reviewing supplier contracts at her desk when the call came in. Not Isabella. Not her aunt. Not any of the numbers she had grown accustomed to monitoring. Isolde. She stared at
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: Chapter Ninety-four : Isolde CallsThe tracker was now in the back of a delivery van. Lorenzo's people had arranged it within two hours, a nondescript vehicle making a genuine route across the city, moving at the pace of ordinary commerce, stopping at the intervals that ordinary deliveries stopped at. If her aunt was monitoring its signal, what she would see was a tracker travelling through the city in a pattern that suggested someone was running errands. Going somewhere unremarkable. Living an unremarkable life. Natalie watched the van's progress on the screen in the study for a few minutes and then stopped watching because there were more important things and because there was a particular satisfaction in it that she didn't entirely trust herself to sit with for too long. Satisfaction like that had a way of making you careless. She was reviewing supplier contracts at her desk when the call came in. Not Isabella. Not her aunt. Not any of the numbers she had grown accustomed to monitoring. Isolde. She stared at
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: Chapter Ninety-Three: Aunt Zulu's VisitThe letter took forty minutes to read. Not because it was long , two pages, front and back, the handwriting small and unhurried , but because certain things needed to be set down and picked back up again. Certain sentences required the particular attention that you gave to things written by people who knew they were running out of time and had chosen to spend what remained of it on you specifically. When they finished Lorenzo had taken the letter and folded it back exactly as Irina had folded it and placed it inside the notebook and closed the cover. He had done it with a care that struck Natalie as one of the most quietly reverent things she had ever watched another person do. Neither of them spoke for a while after. The morning had moved on around them, the light in the kitchen shifting from early grey into something warmer, the sounds of the house staff beginning their day filtering through from other rooms. Ordinary life, proceeding as it did. "She named names," Lorenzo said
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: Chapter Ninety-Two: Irina's Last Letter The notebooks arrived at seven in the morning. Four of them. Bound in dark cloth, the kind of plain, practical notebooks you bought without caring how they looked because what went inside them was never meant to be seen. Anita had arranged the courier overnight , some chain of hands and locations that Natalie didn't ask about and Anita didn't offer , and they sat now on the kitchen table in a row, slightly worn at the corners, the handwriting on the covers small and precise and entirely ordinary. Irina Roman's name was on none of them. Just numbers. One through four. The discretion of a woman who had learned to keep her most important things unmarked. Natalie made coffee. She made enough for two, which meant she was expecting Lorenzo, which meant she knew without having checked that he had been awake since before she was. She poured both cups and sat at the table and looked at the notebooks for a moment before opening the first one. She had read the transcription last night. Th
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: Chapter Ninety-One: The woman who hid MatteoBy eleven that night, the house had gone quiet. Lorenzo was still upstairs, buried in calls. Natalie sat alone at the kitchen table with Anita's file open in front of her and a cup of tea she had forgotten to drink. The first thing she found was her name. Not hers. Irina. Irina Volkov before she became Irina Roman. Natalie read slowly. Forty-one when she died. Breast cancer. Officially. A clean death. Almost too clean. She went back to the page. The diagnosis had come six weeks after Irina found Matteo. Natalie stopped. Six weeks. She circled the date. Then she kept reading. --- Irina had been a teacher when she met Viktor. No money. No powerful family. No reason to belong anywhere near the Roman empire. She was twenty-eight. They met at a gallery opening. Viktor had been there for reasons she never knew. He charmed her, married her within a year, and slowly changed the shape of her life. She stopped teaching six years into the marriage. But she never gave up the
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
REBIRTH OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE
She gave up everything—her inheritance, her influence, her voice—for a man who never loved her.
Eliana Moore was the heiress to a billion-dollar empire in Manhattan. Poised, soft-spoken, and hopelessly in love, she walked away from it all to marry Ethan Blake—the man who owned her heart but never returned her love. For years, she lived in silence, enduring a cold marriage while Ethan gave his heart to her best friend, Ivy.
Until betrayal turned fatal.
When Ivy’s final act of cruelty takes Eliana’s life, she awakens in the past—on the morning of her wedding day—with every painful memory intact. This time, she won’t make the same mistakes. This time, she won’t love blindly. She won’t surrender her life for anyone.
From pawn to power player, Eliana embarks on a journey of self-discovery, calculated revenge, and ruthless transformation. The woman who once lived in the shadows is gone. In her place stands a force no one saw coming.
But rewriting fate comes at a cost—and as Eliana rises, she must choose between vengeance and the chance to love again… this time, on her own terms.
The Rebirth of the forgotten wife is a gripping tale of heartbreak, second chances, and the strength it takes to rise from the ashes.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ivy wants me dead.“Auntie?”Her mother’s elder sister stood staring at her which every bit of condescending facial expressions in place.Eliana went to meet her.“How did you know my school and why are you calling me Mrs Blake ? I called off the engagement already.” She whined but her aunty was not having any of it.“I’ll call you whatsoever I choose and there’s nothing you can do about it and you’d be silly to think I can’t find out whatever information I want.” Her aunt said sounding somewhat smug.“I know.” Eliana muttered to herself.“Did you say something?” Her aunty asked.“No, not at all.” She lied.“Of course. Now come along we have somewhere to be.” She said turning and walking ahead.“I can’t auntie, not now. I have somewhere more important to be.”She said looking at Lucian.Her aunt caught her look.“A boy! How inappropriate. Is this why you called off the wedding? So you could be with boys!” She said.Eliana restrained the urge to roll her eyes.“No, auntie and he’s not just any boy. You’d b
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Six: The planEliana pretended not to have heard anything. “What? I asked a question didn’t I?” She said diving into her ice cream.Lucian dropped his fork and stared at her.“Surely you don’t expect me to know that?”he asked bewildered.She licked her fingers.“Surely I do, because you’re always around me. Popping up at the right places, not to mention the right times.” She said.Lucian rolled his eyes.“As if that is enough reason.” He said digging into his food again.“Of course it is. You know something don’t lie to me.” She said.Lucian was quiet for a while.“I don’t know anything, but I can find out. It won’t be that hard.” He said.Eliana licked her fingers. “That’s the spirit.” She said smiling.They soon finished eating and they were on their way back to school. “We part here,” She said to him when they reached. He smiled at her.”Thanks for the privilege of your time.” The smile he gave was mischievous.There was a glint in her eyes when she smiled at him.”Don’t forget your promise ,
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Five: Asking QuestionsThe next day Eliana went to classes acting like everything was normal but inside she was planning.She hired a private investigator to look into professor Hayes’s husband. As expected he was the typical lowlife . He was just like Ethan, minus the wealth and prestige.On behalf of Her professor she had filed a restraining order against him, preventing in from coming near her for anything. What made the situation worse was that he’d takes out a life insurance in her name. It was obvious what he had been planning, the only thing he hadn’t expected was for his wife to survive the heart attack.Eliana was determined to make him regret every of his actions. She got to the music room for her rehearsals. Leonard was there. He’d been avoiding her since the night of the competition and her accident. She had more than enough reasons to suspect that he had a hand in what transpired but it was merely a suspicion. She had nothing tangible to lay a case against him. “Hey.” She turned to look. It w
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-four: Can I rewrite the past ?It was either she or ivy.She made efforts to contact her husband but it proved futile. Apparently , no one knew her husband. She made contact with her parents though and they brought her kid aged 5 to see her.“Thank you very much dear,” Professor Hayes’s mother said when they arrived the hospital and had seen their daughter. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could be of help.”“What of her husband ? I’ve been trying to reach him since but there has been no response.” The older woman sighed. “He’s nothing to write home about. He’s the one who put her in this state. He won’t show up here. He knows what will happen to him if he does.” She explained. Eliana was dumbfounded. Had fate been so cruel as to completely switched whatever happened with her to professor Hayes? She thanked the woman and left the hospital. She had classes to attend, she still didn’t know who had wanted her killed and now this. It was a lot to handle. But she would deal with it. One step at a time. The following da
Last Updated: 2025-11-19
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Three: Switched At St. Jude’s, the air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken grief. She found Professor Hayes’s room, a sterile white box where a single IV pole stood guard. She lay still, her face ashen, a tube snaking into her nose. A nurse, a kind-faced woman with tired eyes, was adjusting her monitors. “Excuse me,” Eliana whispered, her voice hoarse. “How is she?” The nurse looked up, her expression sympathetic. “she's stable for now, but it was a massive stroke. The doctors are doing everything they can, but… it’s touch and go. She's been unresponsive since she arrived.” Unresponsive. Just like her, in those final moments, her body failing, her mind screaming. “Was she… was she alone when it happened?” Eliana asked, the question feeling heavy on her tongue. The nurse nodded slowly. “Yes, in her studio. A student found him. Said she’d been complaining of headaches for a few days, but brushed it off. We found a couple of broken bones and some fractured skull when she came i
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Two : Fate can't be changed. “Good,” Eliana stated, the word clipped and precise. She wouldn't let the past weigh her down now. “Everything is proceeding as planned. She’s taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker.” “It’s almost too easy,” Loretta murmured, a note of unease creeping into her voice. “Don’t you think? Ivy, the cunning viper she is, just walking into this… it feels a little off.” “She thinks she’s winning,” Eliana corrected, a slow, deliberate cadence to her words. “She’s always wanted what I had. Now, she believes she’s finally achieved it. Her ambition blinds her, Loretta. It always has.” “Still,” Loretta pressed, a slight frown audible in her voice. “I’m worried, Eliana. This whole ‘transferring fate’ business… are you sure it works like that? Are you sure you’re truly out of the woods?” Eliana’s fingers tightened around the phone. A shiver, cold and unwelcome, traced its way down her spine. The rational part of her scoffed at the idea of fate being a transferable commodity, a cursed heirloo
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
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