Deal to Seduce the Devil Heir

Chapter 1Cataleya“There will be someone to pick you up. A black van. He’ll introduce himself as Timoteo. Remember—you’re already paid. We know who you are… and we know your father. In two weeks, you have to gain Fabien’s trust. His love. Everything. After that, you’re free.”The words looped in my mind like a broken record.I stood by the roadside, arms wrapped around myself as if that could somehow hold me together. The night air was thick, clinging to my skin, and the distant hum of passing vehicles only made the silence around me feel heavier.A black van.That was what they said.So why was there none?I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my heels digging painfully into the pavement. I wasn’t used to shoes like these—too high, too thin, too impractical for someone who had spent most of her life running errands in worn-out slippers.What have I gotten myself into?Two hundred thousand pesos.That was all it took to drag me into this mess. The remaining balance of my fa

Chapter 3Fabien let out a long, controlled sigh the moment the door clicked shut behind him. He slowly removed the blanket covering his lap, revealing the fresh bandage wrapped tightly around his thigh. The wound still looked angry, raw—a stark reminder that death had brushed past him again. From where I was standing, I could see every subtle tension in his posture, the way his fingers curled slightly, as if restraining something deeper than pain. He had enemies—too many enemies—and it wasn’t a matter of if someone would try to kill him, but when.I didn’t know exactly which rival from the black market was after him this time. Maybe it didn’t even matter anymore. Attempts on his life had become routine, survival a constant expectation.Earlier, his father had scolded him again. I hadn’t been there, but I could imagine it perfectly: Don Vitto’s voice, commanding and sharp, filling a room no one dared speak loudly in. Everything with his father was always about control, never conversat

“Undress me,” Fabien ordered the moment we entered his room. I arched a brow at him, unfazed, as if he had just asked me to pass him a glass of water. “Aren’t you even going to offer me coffee first?” I shot back, already reaching for the hem of his shirt like I was tending to my own father. There was no malice in my actions. And that was the problem. I was supposed to be seducing him, not treating him like a patient. “Oh, your pants too,” I added casually. “Stand up—I’ll take care of it.” He obeyed without a word. As I stripped him, my eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. He wasn’t completely… unresponsive. Not entirely. If I had to describe it, it was like someone recovering from a stroke—half alive, half not. There was size, presence—but still, I didn’t dwell on it. It didn’t matter. “A towel? A robe? Bath?” I asked, as if there wasn’t a completely naked man standing in front of me. I turned toward the bathroom, taking in the sheer size of it. It was massi

The man did not leave my side even after I told him that his cousin was already inside. He kept staring at me, and it only made me look away even more. I wasn’t like this with Fabien. I could act normal around him. I could even joke.“Are you his current girlfriend?”I shook my head.“His visitor?”I shook my head again.“Or are you the woman who saved my cousin?”“Maybe,” I replied with a small shrug.“So, you witnessed how he fainted when he saw his own blood,” he said, shaking his head slightly.“He’s fine now. Maybe it’s just a phobia he hasn’t overcome yet.”He smiled. “I like you,” he said, winking at me. “You’re witty. What’s your name? And don’t answer me with ‘ma’am’ or ‘sir.’ I’m only twenty-eight.”“Cataleya.”“I’m Fredrin. Kane Fredrin.”I simply nodded, but he still reached out his hand for a handshake.“Fredrin.”I immediately turned toward the direction of that voice. Fabien was standing a few steps away, his hands in his pockets as he looked at us.He was older than Fr

I start hitting my arm harder than I should, the sharp smacks echoing lightly against my skin as I pretend to swat mosquitoes. At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m still pretending. It already stings, but I keep going anyway.Maybe if I make it obvious enough, he’ll finally get it.I want to go home.Or at least… I want to leave this place.But Fabien?He doesn’t even look at me.He’s just there—sitting on the hood of his car, one leg slightly bent, a bottle of beer hanging loosely in his hand as he stares up at the sky like he’s waiting for something.I follow his gaze.The moon is full. Bright. Almost too perfect.And there he is, staring at it like some kind of devoted follower in a strange ritual.Honestly, he looks like he’s waiting for something to appear.A creature. A shadow. Someone flying across the moon on a broom.I press my lips together.“Are we not going home yet?” I ask, raising my voice a little, unable to hide my impatience anymore. “At this rate, you and the moon