A Contract With My Demon
"I didn't just save your sister’s life, Elara. I bought yours. And I’m a man who expects a return on his investment."
Elara Vance was never supposed to play with fire. But with her sister’s life fading and the doctors offering nothing but apologies, she turns to the only legacy her family left behind: a forbidden ritual to summon the Duke of the Seventh Circle.
She expected a monster. She didn't expect Vane.
Towering, lethal, and devastatingly handsome in a tailored black suit, Vane looks more like a cold-blooded CEO than a creature of legend. His eyes are like shards of grey ice, and he looks at Elara not with mercy, but with a hunger that has been brewing for centuries. He offers her a deal she can’t refuse: her sister’s health in exchange for Elara’s total, unconditional submission.
The contract is simple. Elara belongs to him. She will live in his shadows, answer to his name, and follow the rules of a world where humans are nothing but prey.
But as Elara is pulled into Vane’s opulent, dangerous life, she discovers that her billionaire captor is hiding a dark truth. He didn't just happen to hear her call he has been orchestrating her downfall from the start. Now, trapped in a gilded cage with a man who is as beautiful as he is brutal, Elara must decide: will she find the loophole to break the contract, or will she lose herself to the dark desire of the demon who claims to own her heart?
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Chapter: Chapter 7The sound of Vane’s voice was no longer a comfort or a threat; it was a distraction. Elara stood before the vanity mirror, her breath coming in short, shallow hitches. The reflection staring back at her was a stranger. The skin of her forearms was beginning to fracture—not like a wound, but like dry earth during a drought. Through the cracks, a soft, pulsating violet light bled out, casting long, jittery shadows against the walls of her room. “Elara! Open the door!” Vane’s voice was a low growl now, the sound of a man losing his patience or perhaps his composure. “Go away, Vane!” she shouted, but her voice cracked. The double-tone was stronger now, a resonant vibration that made the glass of the mirror vibrate. She looked down at the word on her throat: THE END OF VANE. It was glowing with a feverish intensity, the letters appearing to be etched by an invisible needle. Every time the word pulsed, the cracks on her arms widened. She wasn't just becoming powerful. She was becoming a
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
Chapter: Chapter 6The white void was not a place; it was a silence so loud it felt like it was scraping the inside of Elara’s skull.She stood frozen, her fingers hovering inches away from the new parchment. Across from her, the "Other" Elara sat on a throne of shadows that seemed to grow out of the nothingness. This version of her didn't look like a girl who had spent her life scrubbing floors and crying over hospital bills. This version looked like she had been carved out of the night itself."You're not real," Elara whispered, her voice sounding thin and brittle.The Other Elara tilted her head, a slow, predatory movement that was hauntingly identical to Vane’s. "I am more real than the girl who thinks a demon would save her sister out of the kindness of his heart. Did you really think Vane was bored? Did you think he was just looking for a pretty human to fill his bed?"The shadow-version stood up, her gown of ink flowing around her like a living thing. She walked toward Elara, her grey eyes—Vane’s
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
Chapter: Chapter 5The sound of Silas’s transformation was like a car compactor crushing bone and steel. His screams were replaced by the shriek of grinding metal as his limbs elongated, turning into jagged, rusted girders. The violet suit he had worn was shredded into ribbons of silk, fluttering like funeral confetti around a body that was now ten feet of hulking, industrial nightmare.“Rule number five, Elara,” Vane’s voice cut through the chaos, steady and cold as a winter grave. He didn't look at the monster Silas had become. He looked only at her, his hand tightening on the hilt of his bone-handled cane. “When the world starts to bleed, you stay behind my shadow. If you move, you die.”Elara didn't need to be told twice. She scrambled behind him, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his navy coat. The gold chainmail of her dress rattled against her skin, a frantic, metallic heartbeat. Above them, Mia was still trapped in the iron cage, her eyes wide with a terror that had finally broken
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
Chapter: Chapter 4The air in the hallway seemed to freeze at Vane’s words. Elara’s heart, which had been racing from the sight of the Duchess’s agonizing "eviction," now felt like it had stopped entirely."What do you mean, sold her debt?" Elara’s voice was a ragged whisper. "I signed the contract. You saved her. That was the deal."Vane adjusted his cufflink, the silver glinting like a predator’s tooth. "I saved her from the Soul Rot, Elara. I cured the disease. I did not, however, clear the three generations of spiritual debt your family accrued with the Lesser Courts. While you were sleeping in my silk, the creditors came calling. They don't have my... refined tastes. They don't want a consort. They want raw energy."He began to walk toward his office, and the brand on Elara’s neck gave a sharp, commanding tug. She had no choice but to follow, her bare feet padding softly on the cold marble behind him.Inside the office, the green fire was higher now, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like g
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 3The curtain Vane pointed to was a heavy sweep of midnight-blue velvet that looked like it had been woven from the sky itself. When Elara pulled it back, she didn't find a bedroom; she found a sanctuary of cold, terrifying luxury. The air here was thicker, smelling of old parchment and the sharp, metallic scent of winter air.At the center of the room sat a bed carved from what looked like black obsidian, its pillars rising into the shadows like the jagged spires of a cathedral. The sheets were silk so dark they seemed to swallow the dim light—and the floor was covered in a rug of white fur that felt unsettlingly like human hair beneath her bare feet."Strip," Vane’s voice drifted from the other side of the curtain, calm and detached, as if he were ordering a glass of water.Elara stood frozen in the center of the room. Her heart was a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. "I... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The contract said I was a consort, not a... a whore."The sound o
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 2The rain began to fall the moment Elara stepped over the threshold of her family home, a cold, weeping drizzle that felt like the world mourning her departure. Waiting at the curb was a vehicle that looked more like a weapon than a car—a sleek, matte-black Rolls-Royce with windows so dark they reflected nothing but the flickering streetlamps. Vane stood by the rear door, his umbrella held with effortless grace. He didn't offer to take her bag. He simply watched her with those predatory grey eyes, measuring the heaviness of her steps. "The suitcase is a sentimental touch," he remarked, his voice cutting through the sound of the rain. "You won’t be needing anything from your old life. I find that ghosts travel best when they carry nothing." "It’s all I have left," Elara snapped, her knuckles white as she gripped the handle. "Incorrect," Vane said, stepping closer until she was forced to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. The heat radiating from him was a physical wall against the
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