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Chapter Twenty-Three – Candid Admissions
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A Deal With The Devil Book 4: Chapter Twelve – Forced To Stay With Him
Elena“No, wait. I’m indebted to you for rescuing me, Damien. But I can’t live here with you.” I tried my best to keep my eyes from wandering over his muscled torso. It was the most difficult task ever. Why couldn’t he wear a shirt? Did he roam around semi-naked at home? My virgin eyes couldn’t take it anymore. I had to escape before I lost my restraint and threw myself at him. One dark brow lifted as he picked up the plates. “Why not?” His gaze was on me, tracing leisurely from the top of my head to my toes, then back up to my face. I could feel my toes tingle with awareness. My mouth felt dry as I raked my brain for an answer. The determined look on his face proved he wasn’t letting me go. I had to come up with a pretty good excuse. “Umm, because I can’t commute daily to Syracuse from here. It’ll be suicidal in winter.” He grunted and walked away to the table. I followed him, watching the muscles on his back clench. He was stressed. I wondered why!“You aren’t going back there.
A Deal With The Devil Book 4: Chapter Eleven - Where Am I?
ElenaRealization hit me hard. He was really here for me. Damien had fulfilled his promise. A sob broke out, and I felt myself collapsing to the ground, my strength failing me. Being tied up for so long without food and water, all my energy had drained while fighting the criminal. “Officer Drew, take the victim to the car,” barked the officer-in-charge. “Shit!” Damien rushed towards me, lunging forward to stop me from hitting the ground. My head reeled, and I felt myself covered by something warm and comfortable. It was his coat. I wrapped it around my body to cover my almost bare chest. The shirt had shredded, and the bra was the only thing that covered my torso. “Damien, I..” “It’s okay, Lena. I’ve got you.” He picked me up and enveloped me in his hard chest as if I were precious to him. I trembled like a leaf, snuggling into his warmth. I had made it feel alive. Relief washed over me. I was unharmed. Mike couldn’t touch me. “Are you okay? Did he..” A tremor went up his body a
A Deal With The Devil Book 4: Chapter Ten – Traumatized
ElenaMy eyes widened in panic as a raw, animal terror coiled in my chest. With Mike sitting beside me, I couldn’t think of a way to escape. Anyway, it would have been an impossible feat with my limbs tied up. The gag prevented me from screaming for help. I regretted having disobeyed my mom. She was right. I should have stayed at home and pursued my education at the university nearby.But it was too late to regret. It would be a miracle if I survived this.“F*ck! They’re still tailing us! Conrad, swerve into the by-lane. Fast!” yelled Mike at his accomplice. The other two had opted out when the police started chasing us from Charles Street. I had no one here to tip off the police. It had to be an onlooker, a stranger who complained.“I can’t, bro. It’s a one-way. The only option is to follow this road northwards to Oneida Lake. The police won’t let us go. Let’s dump the girl here and flee. I’ve already served a prison term. I don’t want to go down that path again.” Conrad gave him a h
A Deal With The Devil Book 4: Chapter Nine – Won’t Let Go
Damien Sylvester For almost an hour, I looked around the campus for Elena, going to the building that housed first-semester post-graduation students. But she didn’t live here, and no one knew her. But I wasn’t giving up. I would seek her out and take her home with me.Back in Beacon, we had been calling her all day, but she had ignored our calls. After her sudden disappearance, Aunt Jess broke down completely. In Alex’s absence, she requested me to find out about Elena. “I will seek her out, Aunt Jess. I’ll take care of her.”I knew she had fled because of me. Guilt ate me up. I should have stopped her from leaving. Last night, her drunken meltdown was proof enough of her intentions. Why hadn’t I taken it seriously? I shouldn’t have left Elena alone. Mad fury coursed through my veins at my bad luck. If only I could find a solution to my problem! If only I could get rid of Everly! It was because of her that Elena had left. Why did Everly have to return? Aunt Jess hugged me with re
A Deal With The Devil Book 4: Chapter Eight – A Dreary Beginning
ElenaI looked around the rental apartment within walking distance of the campus. It was a three-bedroom unit with a final-year student already occupying the other rooms. I wanted to opt for an on-campus accommodation, but currently, there are no rooms available. “I’ll take it. When can I move in?” Mr. Gates, the landlord, smiled with relief. “Right away if you pay the rent and security deposit.” So, we completed the formalities, and I was ready to move in. Mom would panic if I informed her about my accommodation options. The room was furnished and clean, and so was the rest of the apartment. Now, I waited to meet my flatmate. All I knew about her was that she was a final-year MBA student. I didn’t have to wait long. After ten minutes, the door clicked open, and footsteps echoed into the still house. “Do you have a flatmate now, Mel?” asked a male voice. “Yeah, that’s what Mr. Gates said,” said a female voice. “Shit! Wouldn’t that be a problem now?” asked another male voice. I
A Deal With The Devil Book 4: Chapter Seven – A Thin Line Between Love And Hate
ElenaI walked into the massive reception tent erected on the premises, its billowing white drapes catching the soft glow of the chandeliers above. Tables dressed in ivory linens and topped with towering arrangements of roses and hydrangeas added color to the setup. The river shimmered just behind, its reflection dancing through the open sides of the tent. It seemed even the Hudson itself had joined in the celebration. But for me, there was nothing to live for. After the confrontation with Everly, I felt betrayed. If Damien was indeed the father of her child, he had no business staring at me. He had no business kissing Veronica. This was so wrong. He should be mature enough to bear his responsibilities towards his family. I tried hard to ignore him, but his pointed stare unsettled me. This time, an intense hatred formed in the pit of my stomach for Damien Sylvester. My palms itched to slap him hard. That would make him stop ogling me. To avoid him, I chatted more, drank more, and m
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