The Devil Who Bought Me
Dark RomanceFast-Paced PlotThird-Person POVMafiaRuthlessRebelRevengeContract MarriageHate to Love
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: Matteo Is Alive. The two men were being held in the basement. It wasn't a dungeon or anything dramatic. Just a secure room with a table, two chairs, and a large observation window. It had been built for moments like this. Lorenzo's men had captured them in the office building before they ever reached Natalie. By the time she finished her supplier meeting, both men were already in custody. Marco was waiting outside the room. Lorenzo walked in alone. Natalie and Anita watched from the observation room. Over the past few months, Natalie had seen many sides of Lorenzo. She had seen him kind, patient, protective, and dangerously calm. This version was different. This was the man who had spent years leading people through impossible situations. He sat across from one of the captives. Neither of them spoke at first. The silence stretched. Finally, the man broke it. "We're not talking." His Russian accent was thick, his confidence obvious. Lorenzo didn't react. "You will." His voice was calm
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Nine : Matteo's Alive Thursday arrived the way life changing days often do. Looking completely ordinary. The sky outside was the same pale grey it had been all week. The coffee maker hummed in the kitchen. The house followed its usual morning routine. Shower. Clothes. Breakfast. Nothing hinted that this day would split their lives into before and after. Natalie had learned not to trust ordinary mornings. She was dressed by seven in a dark jacket and comfortable flats. Standing before the mirror, she studied her reflection for a moment. It wasn't vanity. It was a quiet check to make sure she was ready. She was. Downstairs, Lorenzo was already waiting in the kitchen. He handed her a cup of coffee without speaking. They stood side by side in comfortable silence, the kind shared by two people who had already said everything that mattered the night before. "My team is already in position," he said at last. "How many?" "Enough. Every exit is covered. Two men inside, three outside. Anita wil
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Eight : Re-strategizeThe file Anita sent was forty three pages long. By the time Lorenzo came downstairs, Natalie had already spread every page across the dining table. His hair was still damp from his shower, but the moment he saw the documents, something changed in him. The grief he had carried over the past few days quietly disappeared behind calm focus. He stepped closer. "What did Anita find?" he asked. Natalie handed him the first page. "Three important things. First, Fiona's communication records with the unknown contact. Second, a report tracking my aunt's movements over the last three days." She paused. "The third one is what really matters." Lorenzo lowered his eyes to the page. He read silently for a few moments before looking back at her. "She made a mistake." Natalie nodded. "Yes." For months, Fiona had been incredibly careful. She rarely made mistakes. Every message was coded. Every meeting was planned. Every move was calculated. But no one could stay perfect forever. Eventu
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Seven : Sophia CarretiShe found Lucian in the garage.He was standing beside his car with his keys in his hand and a bag at his feet, the kind of bag that said he had already made a decision before she got there. He looked up when he heard her footsteps and something in his expression settled, not relief, not quite. The look of a man who had been waiting without knowing he was waiting."You're leaving," she said."Thought it was best," he said.She looked at the bag. Then at him."Lorenzo asked you to go," she said. Not accusatory. Just placing it."Lorenzo didn't have to," he said. "I was there, Natalie. I saw his face in that doorway." He turned the keys over in his hand once. "There are things you do to people you love without meaning to and there are things you do knowing exactly what they'll cost. Last night was the second kind." He looked at her. "I'm not going to keep costing him things."She stood with that for a moment."Where will you go?" she asked."I have a place," he said. "I'll be fine. I'm
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Six : Jealous HusbandDinner was a performance.That was the only word for it. Two people seated across a table, passing dishes, pouring water, existing in the same room with the practiced ease of people who had done this many times except that tonight something sat between them that neither of them named, a presence as real as a third person at the table, eating all the food and saying nothing.Lorenzo was courteous.That was the worst part.Not cold in the obvious way, not clipped or short or visibly withdrawn. He asked her how her afternoon had been. He mentioned something Anita had sent over about the shop. He refilled her glass without being asked. Every gesture was exactly what it should have been and not one degree warmer, and she sat across from him and felt the distance like a physical thing, like a drop in temperature in a room where the windows hadn't moved.She had tried to speak to him on the stairs.She had caught him in the hallway before dinner and said his name and he had turned and looked
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Five: His brother wants me.Her little nemesis found her , or rather she found him in the library.He was actually reading, legs stretched out on the old leather sofa near the window, a book open across his chest, the afternoon light falling across him in the particular lazy way it did in that room at that hour. He looked unbothered. Comfortable. Like a man with nothing on his conscience and nowhere pressing to be.She had always found that quality in him disarming.Today it just made her tired."Lucian," she said.He looked up. Saw her face. Closed the book."You look like you've had a day," he said."Several," she said. She came and sat in the armchair across from him not close, not pointed, just the nearest available seat. She had told herself on the way down the stairs that this would be a simple conversation. Necessary but simple. She would say what needed saying and he would hear it and that would be that.She was already sensing it wasn't going to be that."I need to talk to you about something," she said
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REBIRTH OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE
DramaFast-Paced PlotSecretaryCEOBadgirlRevengeRebornBetrayal
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 ,
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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
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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
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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
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