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Chapter 11: Blood ties
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2026-07-20 18:38:47
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Bound To The Devil's contract Chapter 57: What They Hid
ELENANobody spoke after Jack's last words.The sentence just hung there in the stale air of the library, too heavy to fall. They planned for it.The laptop remained open on the table where Marco had left it, its screen dimming slightly before brightening again, stuck on that final frozen frame. The image was grainy, corrupted by time and by whoever had tried so badly to erase it, but the three men in it were unmistakable.My father. Younger, his hair still dark, his shoulders not yet bowed by whatever guilt he would carry for the next twenty years.Rafael. Unchanged, somehow. The same cold stillness, the same watchful eyes, even then.And Jack's father. A man I had never met and yet felt like I had been running from my entire life.I couldn't stop looking at that third man. Not because I recognized him, but because of the way Jack was looking at him. Like a wound that had never properly closed had just been ripped open again.Because Jack remembered. And that meant there was somethin
Bound To The Devil's contract Chapter 56: The Night she Disappeared
*ELENA* The photograph sat on the table between us, and none of us reached for it. For several long minutes the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall. My younger self stared back at me from the faded paper, small and serious. I looked about seven. My father’s hand rested on my shoulder the way it always did in pictures, firm and possessive. Several feet behind us stood Rafael, half in shadow. And right beside my father was a man whose face had been scratched out so thoroughly that all that was left was a dark smear. I lifted my eyes to Jack. “You said you remember that night.” He nodded slowly, like the memory was something heavy he had to lift. “Some of it.” “Then tell me.” He dragged out a chair and sat. “I was younger too. I don’t remember everything clearly.” “But you remember me disappearing?” “Yes.” “What happened?” Jack glanced down at the photograph again. “There was a party at the house. Your father had people over. Busine
Bound To The Devil's contract Chapter 55: What They Hid
*ELENA* I couldn't stop hearing the sentence. `She can't know what she is.` It had followed me from the library to my room, through dinner, and into the early hours of the morning. It was in the steam of my coffee. In the sound of the door closing. In the space between Dante's words when he thought I wasn't listening. By sunrise, I'd given up trying to ignore it. I found Jack in the greenhouse. He was sitting on the old wooden bench beside the window, repairing one of the gardening tools. The morning light fell across his hands. Gold and dust. He looked up when I entered. “You're up early.” “I need to ask you something.” His expression changed. His shoulders tensed. “What?” I closed the door behind me. The glass muffled the sound. “Rafael.” Jack's hand stopped moving. The screwdriver froze mid-turn. I knew immediately. He knew something. “You know what he meant when he said I couldn't know what I was.” Jack looked back down at the tool. “I d
Bound To The Devil's contract Chapter 54: What she is
*ELENA* I didn't sleep in my room last night. I slept in the library. On the couch. With Dante's sweater over me and the folder from yesterday spread open on the coffee table. Every few minutes I would jolt awake and check if the photograph was still there. The scratched-out face. My father's handwriting. `COME BACK.` It was. It always was. By morning, the manor felt wrong again. Not because of Rafael. Because of the silence. Because of what we didn't know. The staff moved quieter. Leo barely spoke at breakfast. Jack kept looking at his phone like he was waiting for it to ring. And Dante... Dante hadn't slept either. I found him in the study at 6am. He was alone. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand but he hadn't touched it. The ice had melted. I closed the door behind me. The sound was soft but he still looked up. “We need to talk.” He nodded once. “About Rafael?” “About the original Raven.” Dante set the glass down. He didn't drink fr
Bound To The Devil's contract Chapter 53 : The Name Before Him
*ELENA*I couldn't stop thinking about Leo's words. Not Rafael. Not even the Raven. The man before him. The one whose face Leo couldn't remember. The one whose name made my father write warnings on the back of photographs. By breakfast, I'd barely touched my food. The eggs were cold. The coffee had gone bitter an hour ago and I was still staring at it. Dante noticed. Of course he did. “You're thinking too much.” I looked up from my plate. My fork was still hovering over it. “That’s rich coming from you.” His mouth twitched. The smallest hint of a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. “I mean it.” “So do I.” He reached across the table and took my hand. His palm was warm. Steady. A contrast to how cold I felt. “We'll figure it out.” I looked at him. “You don't know that.” “No.” He squeezed my fingers once. “But I'm not going to let you figure it out alone.” Across from us, Leo pushed his toast around his plate. He hadn't taken a single bite.
Bound To The Devil's contract Chapter 52: What Leo Remembers
*ELENA* I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same photograph. Rafael Vieri. Early thirties. Calm eyes. A face that didn't look like a monster. The face we'd been searching for without knowing we were searching for him. By morning, the entire manor felt different. The air was heavier. Quieter. Nobody said it out loud, but we were all thinking about the same thing. The Raven had a name now. And somehow, that made him more frightening. Names meant he was real. Names meant he could be found. I found Dante in the kitchen before breakfast. The lights were still dim. He was standing by the counter with his phone in his hand, thumb scrolling, but he wasn't really reading. “You've been there for ten minutes,” I said. He looked up. Dark circles under his eyes. “You're awake.” “I couldn't sleep.” “Neither could I.” I walked toward him. The tile was cold under my bare feet. “Did Marco find anything?” “Not enough.” “What does that mean?
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