A Contract With The Devil in a Suit
To save his mother’s life as she lay critically ill in the operating room, Dante had no choice.
The hospital bills kept piling up. Every door he knocked on for help closed, one by one. Until an offer came—dirty, dangerous, and binding.
To become a mafia boss’s kept man.
Leonard Virelli was not just a wealthy man. He was the shadow ruler of the city—ambitious, manipulative, and accustomed to getting whatever he wanted.
Including Dante.
Dante knew this was not simply a “relationship.” It was an unspoken contract of ownership. Of a body paid for. Of a life slowly brought under control.
He had never imagined himself stepping into a world like that. But for the cost of the surgery, for the only family he had left, Dante was willing to swallow his pride.
What he did not expect was how dangerous Leonard truly was.
The man did not only want Dante’s presence at his side—he wanted obedience. Loyalty. Perhaps even… his heart.
Behind the expensive suits and cold smiles, Leonard harbored an unhealthy obsession. He was not used to being rejected. Not used to losing. And the more Dante tried to keep his emotional distance, the tighter Leonard’s grip became.
Trapped between guilt, desperation, and feelings that began to grow without permission, Dante found himself asking a question he was afraid to answer:
Did he sell himself to save his mother?
Or had he unknowingly surrendered himself to a man who would never let him go?
In the mafia world filled with blood and betrayal, love is not tenderness.
Love is possession.
And Dante has just signed a contract with the most dangerous man in the city.
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Chapter: Chapter 50“Don’t move, or this pen will pierce your carotid artery before your guards can even take a breath.” Dante Adrian’s voice sounded like ice scraping against glass—cold, sharp, and unwavering. In his hand, a titanium tactical pen pressed lightly against the neck of a large man who had tried to ambush him in a dark alley behind the Grand Théâtre de Genève. Dante didn’t need a gun to prove he was Leonard Virelli’s finest student; all he needed was lethal composure. “Wait! I’m not an enemy!” the man choked, raising both hands. “I’m just a courier! The lady wants to meet you.” Dante applied a little more pressure, letting the sharp tip draw a faint bead of red on the man’s skin. His quiet life as an anonymous writer in Switzerland had just been shattered in seconds. “Which lady? I don’t know any woman in this city who sends thugs as dinner invitations.” “Isabella… Isabella Moretti,” the man whispered, trembling. The name hit Dante like a sledgehammer. Moretti. A family that should have
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Chapter: Chapter 49The funicular descended into the abyssal maw of the Lauterbrunnen Valley with a mechanical, rhythmic hum that felt like a funeral dirge. Behind them, high atop the jagged peaks, the villa was a dying star. The secondary explosions sent tremors through the mountain, muffled by the thick winter air, until the once-proud stone fortress was nothing more than a jagged silhouette against a pillar of fire.Dante sat on the floor of the small cable car, his back pressed against the vibrating metal wall. Marco lay beside him, his breathing shallow but stable, his head resting on a bunched-up tactical jacket. Dante’s hands were stained with a mixture of Leonard’s blood and the soot of the medical wing. He looked down at his palms, the tremors finally catching up to him.The debt was paid. The words echoed in his mind, louder than the wind whistling through the funicular’s cables. Leonard was gone. The man who had been his god, his jailer, and his twisted father figure had chosen a Viking funera
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Chapter: Chapter 48The villa trembled as the first volley of high-caliber rounds shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the library. Shards of expensive Bohemian glass rained down like diamond dust, glinting in the firelight before embedding themselves into the mahogany floor. Leonard didn't flinch. He stood amidst the carnage with the serenity of a conductor waiting for the first note of a macabre symphony."Down!" Dante lunged forward, his survival instinct overriding his hatred. He tackled Leonard behind the massive oak desk just as a red laser dot danced across the leather chair where the older man had been sitting a second ago."Always so protective, Dante," Leonard remarked, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of chaos. He adjusted his silk tie, seemingly unbothered by the fact that the Surya Group had just turned his sanctuary into a kill zone. "It’s a reflex you’ll never truly lose.""Shut up," Dante hissed, checking the magazine of his pistol. "You said Akash was on your payroll.
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Chapter: Chapter 47The icy rain of Zurich felt like needles against Dante’s skin as he ducked into a narrow alleyway behind the Bahnhofstrasse. His lungs burned, each breath a sharp reminder of the violence he had just committed in the bowels of the bank. In his satchel, the titanium case clattered—a heavy, silent witness to the ghost of Leonard Virelli.He didn't head for the main station. The Surya Group would have the terminals crawling with "cleaners" within minutes. Instead, he navigated the winding, cobblestone streets of the Altstadt, his mind operating on a cold, tactical frequency he thought he had buried in Brooklyn. He needed a ghost—not the one in Alaska, but a living one.Dante reached a weathered oak door tucked between a watchmaker’s shop and a chocolatier. He knocked a rhythmic sequence: three slow, two fast.The door creaked open to reveal a woman with silver hair cropped close to her scalp and eyes as hard as Alpine granite. This was Elena, a former "logistics specialist" for the Virel
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Chapter: Chapter 46The sky over JFK International Airport was a bruised purple, heavy with the threat of another Atlantic storm. Dante sat in the back of a black car, his eyes fixed on the rain-slicked tarmac. In his pocket, the Roman coin felt like a hot coal against his thigh, a constant reminder of the chaos he had left behind at the hospital.His phone buzzed. A secure notification from a burner app Marco had set up months ago. It was a news alert from a fringe international wire service, the kind that reported the truths the mainstream media was too slow to catch."MASSIVE BLAZE AT ALASKA MAXIMUM SECURITY FACILITY; NO SURVIVORS REPORTED IN SECTOR 4."Dante’s breath hitched. Sector 4 was where Leonard had been held.He stared at the screen until the words blurred into meaningless black lines. No survivors. The phrase should have brought him peace. It should have been the final nail in the coffin of his past. Instead, it felt like a cold hand tightening around his throat. Leonard Virelli was many thi
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Chapter: Chapter 45The sharp scent of floor disinfectant and the rhythmic beeping of vital sign monitors formed a suffocating background for Dante. He sat in the corridor outside the ICU, his head resting against the cold concrete wall. His expensive suit was now wrinkled, stained with Marco’s blood and dried rain. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the flash of headlights from the black sedan and felt the violent impact that had nearly taken the life of the only person he trusted.“Mr. Adrian.”Dante looked up. Detective Miller stood before him, still holding his small notebook, his expression worn with the fatigue of a city steeped in crime. Behind him stood a well-dressed man with a federal badge clipped to his belt.“Detective,” Dante greeted shortly. “Marco’s still unconscious. If you’re here for his statement, you’re wasting your time.”“I’m not here for him, Dante,” Miller said, sitting beside him while the federal agent remained standing, observing Dante like a specimen under glass. “This is
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Chapter: Chapter 32The silence in that grand house felt far more suffocating than the explosions at the Jakarta harbor months ago. Serena woke with a hollow ache gnawing at her chest. Usually, the aroma of coffee and Haris’s laughter as he joked with Clarisa in the dining room served as her natural alarm. But this morning, there was only a cold, empty quiet.Haris truly hadn’t come home. A brief message from Marcus informed her that Haris had chosen to stay at his office apartment “to cool off.” Serena stared at her reflection in the mirror—her eyes swollen, her face pale. On the vanity table, the investment documents from Julian Pratama lay coiled like a snake ready to strike.“Ma’am, you have a guest downstairs,” the house assistant’s voice startled her.“Who? Haris?” Serena asked, hope slipping into her tone.“No, Ma’am. Mr. Julian Pratama.”Serena frowned. It was too early for business matters. But curiosity—and perhaps the desire to distract herself from her guilt toward Haris—pushed her to go down
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Chapter: Chapter 31“Is Mommy going out?” Clarisa’s small voice broke Serena’s train of thought.Serena turned, forcing a warm smile for her daughter. “Yes, sweetheart. Mommy has a lunch meeting for a bit. You’ll study with Miss Nanny, okay?”“Is Haris coming?” Clarisa asked innocently.The question felt like a small stab to Serena’s chest. “No, dear. Haris is busy at his office.”Serena knew she wasn’t entirely honest. Haris wasn’t just busy—he was angry. Ever since the studio launch event last night, he had kept a cold distance. No morning texts, no calls to make sure she had eaten. His silence hurt far more than his explosive anger ever did.The upscale restaurant in SCBD was highly private. Julian had reserved a table in the most secluded corner, overlooking the city through thick glass panels. As Serena stepped in, Julian immediately stood. He wasn’t wearing a formal suit today—just a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, giving him a relaxed yet commanding presence.“Right on time, as a
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Chapter: Chapter 30Vivian demanded a manuscript. The mysterious enemy demanded a key. And Dewangga? He wanted only one thing—to hear Sarah’s breathing again with his own ears, not through a horrifying digital distortion.So he began to write. But not the narrative of Surya Group’s rise that Vivian demanded. He wrote a plan. Every word he etched onto the page was a code—a carefully constructed storyline designed to trap both sides fighting over him.In an old warehouse on the outskirts of North Jakarta, the cold air from the harbor seeped through cracks in the concrete. Sarah sat bound, her head hanging as she struggled to stay conscious. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Dewangga’s face beneath the mountain rain. She remembered his confession about the fire in Puncak—the burden he had carried alone for years.“He’s not coming,” a deep voice emerged from the darkness in front of her.The mysterious man stepped into the light. No longer hidden behind shadows or screens, he revealed himself—a middle-
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Chapter: Chapter 29The launch event for Zea-Nasution Studios was supposed to be the crowning achievement of Serena’s professional rebirth. The grand ballroom of the studio’s new headquarters in South Jakarta was filled with the scent of expensive lilies and the low hum of influential voices. Dressed in a sleek, ivory silk gown that hugged her figure with effortless grace, Serena stood beside Haris, greeting the titans of the industry.Haris was in his element. His hand remained firmly, yet gently, anchored to the small of Serena’s back—a silent declaration of his support and, perhaps, his possession. To the world, they were the ultimate power couple: the visionary director and the tycoon who had made her dreams possible.“You’re distracted,” Haris whispered, leaning closer so only she could hear. His breath was warm against her ear, a familiar comfort.Serena forced a smile, adjusting the diamond earring that felt suddenly heavy. “Just a bit of nerves, Haris. It’s a big night.”“You’ve faced down minist
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Chapter: Chapter 28The mist in Puncak was not like the mist in Paris. In the French capital, the fog felt like a romantic veil, a soft blur that turned the city into a painting. Here, amidst the charred ruins of the Zea estate, the mist felt like cold breath against the back of Serena’s neck—the exhalation of a mountain that had witnessed her family’s destruction.Serena sat in the back of Haris’s SUV, her fingers tracing the worn leather cover of her father’s journal. The microchips were tucked safely into the inner pocket of her coat, pressed against her heart like a hidden shield. They hadn't spoken since leaving the cellar. The gravity of what they had found was a physical presence in the car, a third passenger that demanded total silence.Beside her, Haris stared out at the winding mountain road. His jaw was set, a telltale sign that his mind was already moving ten steps ahead, calculating the geopolitical and economic fallout of the names written in that book. These weren't just common criminals o
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Chapter: Chapter 27The glitz of the gala had faded into the rearview mirror, replaced by the rhythmic hum of the car as it wound through the quiet streets of Menteng. Inside the vehicle, Serena leaned her head against the cool leather headrest, watching the streetlamps flicker past like silent sentinels. The emerald silk of her kebaya felt heavier now, a regal uniform that she was finally ready to shed.Beside her, Haris remained quiet, sensing the contemplative shift in her mood. He didn’t push for conversation. Instead, he simply reached over and laced his fingers through hers. His hand was warm, steady, and certain—a stark contrast to the cold, calculating world she had navigated for the past month.“You were incredible tonight,” Haris said softly, breaking the silence as they pulled into the driveway of her new residence. “My mother used to say that some people carry light, and others reflect it. Tonight, Serena, you were the source.”Serena offered a weary but genuine smile. “I just wanted to make
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Between Three Loves
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One sacred promise, a thousand lies, and one secret that destroys.
For Dewangga, his wedding day with Vivian should have been the beginning of a perfect and honorable life. However, a small incident in the dressing room—an accidental spill of coffee—led him into a trap he never expected. Behind the locked door, he met Davian, Vivian's wild and manipulative half-brother.
Davian knew Dewangga's biggest secret. He knew that behind the dashing wedding suit, Dewangga hid an orientation that he suppressed deeply. With intoxicating touches and sharp words, Davian began to ensnare Dewangga in an irresistible forbidden obsession.
Now, Dewangga is trapped in a torturous charade. By day, he is the perfect husband to Vivian. But in the darkness, he is a prisoner of Davian's passion. When his wife's touch no longer stirs his body, Dewangga is forced to borrow another man's shadow to survive his wedding night.
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Chapter: Chapter 39“Don’t move, or we’ll all end up at the bottom of this strait!” Dewangga shouted, his hoarse voice cutting through the unstable roar of the boat’s engine.He jerked his arm back, pulling Sarah behind him just as a powerful flashlight suddenly beamed from the stern. The old motorboat rocked violently. A man in a black leather jacket stood there, holding a gleaming dagger that caught the dim light of the storm lamp. He was not part of the crew they had hired.“You think running away is that easy, Writer?” the man sneered, stepping carefully across the slick, seawater-soaked deck. “Baskoro sent me to make sure that key doesn’t have a ‘copy’ left in your memory.”Dewangga reached for his bag, his heart pounding. “Sarah, get into the engine room. Now!”“No, Dewangga! He has a weapon!” Sarah cried, her fingers clutching his sleeve in panic.“Go!” Dewangga shoved her away just as the man lunged forward.Slash!Dewangga dodged to the side, feeling the tip of the blade tear through his flannel
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Chapter: Chapter 38Vivian demanded a manuscript. The mysterious enemy demanded a key. And Dewangga? He wanted only one thing—to hear Sarah’s breathing again with his own ears, not through a horrifying digital distortion.So he began to write. But not the narrative of Surya Group’s rise that Vivian demanded. He wrote a plan. Every word he etched onto the page was a code—a carefully constructed storyline designed to trap both sides fighting over him.In an old warehouse on the outskirts of North Jakarta, the cold air from the harbor seeped through cracks in the concrete. Sarah sat bound, her head hanging as she struggled to stay conscious. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Dewangga’s face beneath the mountain rain. She remembered his confession about the fire in Puncak—the burden he had carried alone for years.“He’s not coming,” a deep voice emerged from the darkness in front of her.The mysterious man stepped into the light. No longer hidden behind shadows or screens, he revealed himself—a middle-
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Chapter: Chapter 37The helicopter tore through the storm with a deafening roar, yet inside the cabin, the atmosphere was as cold as a grave. Dewangga sat with his hands bound, his head hanging weakly from the blow he had taken, dried blood lining his temple. Across from him, Vivian sat calmly, drying her hair with a small towel as if she had just returned from a slightly chaotic party—not from a scene of fire and murder.Dewangga stared out the small window. Below, the blaze on the hill where their cabin once stood was slowly shrinking, swallowed by the darkness of the forest and the relentless rain. His heart felt hollow. Davian was gone in that explosion—a brutal sacrifice he had never asked for. And Sarah—he could only hope she had reached the darkness of the northern cliff before Vivian’s hunters found her.“You look so grief-stricken, my dear,” Vivian’s voice cut through the hum of the rotors. She leaned forward, her cold fingers lifting Dewangga’s chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. “When you shou
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Chapter: Chapter 36“You’ve always had a flair for drama when choosing meeting places, Dewangga,” Vivian’s voice flowed softly, almost drowned by the roar of the storm. “A banyan tree, a raging downpour, and secrets from the past. You truly are a writer to your very core.”“Let them go, Vivian,” Dewangga hissed. His voice was low, trembling with restrained fury. “You want me. Take me. But let them leave.”Vivian let out a soft laugh, a sound like a blade brushing against silk. “You still don’t understand, do you? This isn’t about negotiation. It’s about ownership. Davian is a failure that needs to be erased, and that doctor… she’s an unnecessary distraction.”Meanwhile, at the surrounded cabin, Davian peered through the crack of a broken window. Vivian’s tactical vehicles had cut their lights, but the presence of hired killers hung in the air like electricity. He turned to Sarah, who was packing an emergency medical bag with trembling hands.“Sarah, listen to me,” Davian said suddenly, his voice unnatura
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Chapter: Chapter 35Davian stood at the doorway, his shadow stretching long beneath the dimming glow of the oil lamp. In his hand, he held an old pistol—one of the few relics he had salvaged from the ruins of their past.“Are you sure about this?” Davian’s voice was hoarse, his scarred eyes locking onto Dewangga with a rare intensity. “Meeting a ‘ghost’ under that banyan tree could be a trap far deadlier than Vivian.”“Vivian wants to own me, Davian. She wants me back in her golden cage,” Dewangga replied as he buttoned his jacket. “But whoever sent that letter… he knew who I was before I became a Surya. I need to know why.”“If you don’t come back in two hours, I’ll take Sarah down through the northern path. I won’t let all of us die here because of your curiosity.”Dewangga gave a short nod. He stepped outside, into a fog so thick he could barely see the tips of his own shoes. His path led him toward the dispensary. He had to say goodbye to Sarah, even if he knew words would never be enough.Inside the
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Chapter: Chapter 34That night, the fog did not only blanket the mountain peak—it seemed to seep into the very pores of Dewangga’s skin. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere felt like a war bunker. Davian paced back and forth with an impatient limp, his wooden cane striking the floor in a relentless tap… tap… tap that echoed deafeningly through the silence of the night.Dewangga sat at his wooden desk, staring at the golden pen now gleaming under the dim light of an oil lamp. It felt foreign, like an artifact from a cursed life he had long buried. The scent of jasmine from the box still lingered, filling the room and choking what little oxygen remained.“He won’t wait until morning, Dewangga,” Davian growled, stopping before the tightly shut window. “Vivian isn’t the type to give her prey time to pack. She’s down there, at the foot of the mountain, laughing while counting down the seconds to our destruction.”Dewangga said nothing. He opened his laptop with mechanical precision. The blank white screen stared
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