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Chapter 14

Author: Ellie💕
last update publish date: 2026-06-07 08:49:56

The Gala Preparation

The day of the charity gala arrived like a storm on the horizon. Elena stood in the dressing suite, surrounded by mirrors and soft lighting that felt more like an interrogation room than a preparation space. Her stomach twisted with nerves. In a few hours, she would step into the public eye as Sandro Rossi’s wife, not just on paper, but on the arms of one of the city’s most feared and desired men.

Sandro had been watching her all afternoon with that intense, unreadable gaze
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  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 47

    Poisonous LunchThe penthouse felt suffocating after the hospital visit. Elena’s emotions were a tangled mess, relief at seeing Claire looking healthier than she had in years, guilt over the secrets she was keeping, and the persistent shadow of Valentina’s blown kiss lingering like a threat. Sandro had vanished into his office again, voice carrying through the closed door as he coordinated tighter security around her sister. She needed space. Air. A moment where she wasn’t being watched or protected or claimed.Her burner phone buzzed with a message from the unknown number: Garden Café at the Langham. Twenty minutes. Come alone or the next visit won’t be to your sister’s hospital room. V.Elena’s pulse spiked. She told one of the housekeepers she needed a short walk to clear her head and slipped out through the service entrance before the full security detail could react. The upscale café was only blocks away, public, polished, with outdoor seating shielded by large umbrellas. Valenti

  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 46

    Supervised ReunionThe flight back to New York was a blur of tension and silence. Sandro sat across from her in the private jet, working on his laptop with a furrowed brow, occasionally reaching over to squeeze her hand as if afraid she might vanish. Elena let him. The raw makeup on the dining table still lingered in her body, the ache between her thighs, but her mind was already miles ahead, wrapped around Claire.Luca met them at a private airfield with a convoy of black SUVs. “Hospital visit approved,” he said flatly, eyes flicking to Elena. “One hour. Two men inside the room, two outside. Non-negotiable.”Elena didn’t argue. She would have taken five minutes if that was all they offered.Mount Sinai’s private wing had been cleared for them. The halls smelled of antiseptic and fresh flowers, Sandro’s doing, no doubt. When the door to Claire’s room opened, Elena’s breath caught. Her sister looked… alive. Really alive. The hollow cheeks had filled out. Color bloomed in her face. Her

  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 45

    Full Surveillance RevealLuca’s knock echoed like a gunshot in the predawn quiet. Sandro tensed beside her, then rose, pulling on a robe as he crossed to the door. Elena stayed curled under the sheets, feigning sleep, but her heart hammered against her ribs. She heard low voices, urgent, clipped. Something about “new developments” and “Conti movement.” When Sandro returned moments later, his face was carved from stone.“Get dressed,” he said quietly. “We may need to move.”Elena sat up, the towel from the shower still damp around her. The hidden camera in the bathroom, the files in the east wing, Claire’s suspicious bloodwork, it all crashed over her at once. She couldn’t wait anymore.“No,” she said, voice trembling but firm. She slipped out of bed, grabbed the folder she’d taken from the sitting room, and thrust it at him. “Not until you explain this.”Sandro took the papers, his expression darkening as he flipped through the surveillance logs, the timestamps of her every movement,

  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 44

    Distant ShadowsThe vineyard felt colder on the walk back. Elena’s knees still ached from the dirt, her thighs sticky with Sandro’s release, but the afterglow had curdled into something sharp and metallic. Claire. Hit. The words echoed with every step. Sandro’s hand stayed firm on her lower back, guiding her toward the villa lights, but his jaw was locked, eyes distant. He was already shifting into the man who burned bloodlines.Inside, the ancient stone walls seemed to press closer. Sandro disappeared into the study almost immediately, door left ajar. Elena lingered in the hallway, listening to the low rumble of his voice on speakerphone, rapid Italian, English commands, the occasional curse. He was coordinating remotely: pulling strings across continents, demanding updates on Claire’s extraction, threatening anyone who failed to secure the New York perimeter. The devil was working. She was left with the silence and her racing thoughts.She couldn’t sit still. Paranoia had taken root

  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 43

    Vineyard ConfessionThe distant rumble of the engine faded into the night, leaving only the chirp of crickets and the faint rustle of leaves. Elena told herself it was nothing, just staff or security doing rounds, but the unease clung to her like the Tuscan humidity. Inside the villa, the public posts had gone live. Their faces were everywhere now: smiling, touching, united. A beautiful lie broadcast to the European families who held their future in careful, bloodstained hands.She couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Sandro,” she said as they stepped out onto the terrace after dinner, her voice quieter than she intended. “We need to walk. Now.”He studied her for a long moment, reading the storm in her eyes, then nodded. They left the lights of the villa behind and descended the stone steps into the vineyard. Moonlight silvered the heavy clusters of grapes hanging from the rows like dark jewels. The earth was still warm from the day’s sun, soft under their feet. For a while, only their foo

  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 42

    Captured ImagesBy mid-morning the villa had been invaded by a small, efficient crew flown in from Milan, photographer, assistant, stylist, and a grim-faced security detail that blended into the cypress trees like shadows. Elena stood in the courtyard wearing a whisper-thin white linen dress that caught the breeze like a surrender flag. The fabric clung to the curves Sandro had claimed so thoroughly the night before, and she hated how aware she was of every inch of it.“Closer,” the photographer called, adjusting his lens. “Give me longing. Give me newlyweds.”Sandro didn’t need direction. His arm slid around her waist with proprietary ease, fingers splaying across her lower back as he drew her flush against his side. The heat of him burned through the thin material. In front of the crew, he played the part of devoted husband with terrifying conviction, tilting her chin up, brushing a thumb across her lower lip, leaning in until their breaths mingled. His mouth hovered near her ear.“

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