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Chapter 81: Undone

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Her body twisted against the sheets, small whimpers slipping from her throat, fragile and broken. The dream had her caught in its cruel grip, dragging her back into that night. Her hands clawed at the blanket, nails scraping, as though fighting shadows only she could see.

“No… stop…” her voice cracked, strangled and breathless, trapped between sleep and memory.

Lucas’s brow furrowed where he sat at the edge of the bed. He had carried her here after she’d collapsed in his arms, tucked her beneath the covers with a care she hadn’t even noticed. But now he leaned forward, his hand settling firm and steady against her shoulder.

“Arabella.” His voice cut through—low, commanding, a tether pulling her back.

For a split second, the weight of his hand blurred with the phantom one that had once pinned her down. Her body tensed, recoiling from the echo of it.

Her eyes flew open. Terror clung to them—wild, unmoored, her chest heaving as though she expected someone else’s face to be hovering above
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  • Devil's Bidding   Chapter 83: Tense

    Arabella That evening, Lucas was there at dinner.He had kept his promise, and the moment I walked in and saw him, a smile tugged at my lips.I sat quietly by myself, simply basking in his presence.Would he demand I come sit on his thighs tonight? I wondered.Those little gestures he once used to make me uncomfortable had become the very things I craved.I hadn’t said a word, hadn’t asked, hadn’t even dared to glance at his lap—but somehow Lucas knew. He always knew. His chair shifted back with a soft scrape, his gaze locking on me. Then, with a quiet authority that curled heat low in my stomach, he beckoned.“Come,” he said simply.I froze, lips parting in shock, my heart slamming against my ribs. Had he really…?Before I could think, my legs carried me to him, and I settled onto his lap. His arm wrapped around my waist almost absently, anchoring me there, while he continued eating as though nothing were out of the ordinary.I tried to hide it, but I liked it. God, I liked it too m

  • Devil's Bidding   Chapter 82: Progress

    Arabella. True to his words, Lucas was right there when I woke up.My eyes blinked open slowly, the blur of sleep clearing until his face came into focus—handsome in a way that made my chest tighten. His jaw was sharp, lips pressed into a faint line, eyes steady even in the quiet of morning. For a moment, it almost didn’t feel real, that someone like him could be sitting there, watching over me.It was clear—I had Stockholm.I pushed the thought away as quickly as it came, the same way I always shoved away anything too dark, too heavy. I tried not to think about the other nights… about Don Antonio. All of it I kept buried, shoved into a deep, dark corner where I didn’t have to face it. So far, it was working.Mona would have scolded me if she saw me like this. She always said my habit of living in a bubble, pretending things weren’t as bad as they were, was annoying. That I avoided reality instead of confronting it.Mona. The thought of her made my heart twist. A pang of longing, of

  • Devil's Bidding   Chapter 81: Undone

    Her body twisted against the sheets, small whimpers slipping from her throat, fragile and broken. The dream had her caught in its cruel grip, dragging her back into that night. Her hands clawed at the blanket, nails scraping, as though fighting shadows only she could see.“No… stop…” her voice cracked, strangled and breathless, trapped between sleep and memory.Lucas’s brow furrowed where he sat at the edge of the bed. He had carried her here after she’d collapsed in his arms, tucked her beneath the covers with a care she hadn’t even noticed. But now he leaned forward, his hand settling firm and steady against her shoulder.“Arabella.” His voice cut through—low, commanding, a tether pulling her back.For a split second, the weight of his hand blurred with the phantom one that had once pinned her down. Her body tensed, recoiling from the echo of it.Her eyes flew open. Terror clung to them—wild, unmoored, her chest heaving as though she expected someone else’s face to be hovering above

  • Devil's Bidding   Chapter 80: Exclusively Lucas's

    “You said I’m exclusively meant for you,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the words.“It hurt when you did that, Lucas.” Her tone was small, fragile, the kind that slipped through the cracks of his defenses. The horror of what she’d endured seemed to have stripped everything else away, leaving her with one truth—that she would rather belong to him than to anyone else.He probably wanted that once. To dominate her. To own her, completely. To mold her into something that was his and his alone. But hearing it now, hearing her say it with those tear-filled eyes, it sounded wrong.“But Lucas…” she whispered at last, her voice so faint he almost missed it. Her lashes trembled, and tears clung stubbornly to them. “Do you hate me?”The question pierced deeper than she could have known. She had felt such searing hate from Don Antonio—cruel, calculated, unrelenting. And Lucas was tied to him, wasn’t he? Didn’t that mean Lucas shared the same disdain? She had wondered, at one point, if he

  • Devil's Bidding   Chapter 79: Breaking Point

    Arabella was still sitting in her dark room when Lucas found her.She hadn’t moved. Not for hours.Her hands kept brushing absently against the bruises on her knee as though the motion alone could soothe her.With Don Antonio, she had experienced what true hatred was.Hatred so sharp, so cold, it seemed to seep into her bones and root itself there.It froze her from the inside out.For the first time in a long time, she felt paralyzing fear.Not the kind that faded when the danger passed—no, this one lingered, coiling through her veins, making her whole body tremble in a way she couldn’t control.His words still echoed. They wouldn’t leave.Have you ever watched your whole family burn alive right in front of you? I have. He had asked her that. His mouth close to her ear. His breath crawling down her skin.Her body had gone rigid then.And before she could even breathe again, he leaned closer.Want me to give you a little snippet of what it feels like? What it smells like? The things

  • Devil's Bidding   Chapter 78: The Visit

    Arabella was sitting there—small, hunched, and almost invisible—when Lucas arrived.Her eyes were hollow, her hair falling in tangled strands around her face, her hands limp in her lap.Her eyes weren’t blank by accident. They were hollow because of him.Lucas’s jaw tightened, the muscles ticking beneath his skin. “Antonio.”He had hurried home the moment word reached him that the older man had appeared in his house unannounced. The sight before him confirmed every dread that had clawed at his chest on the way.His gaze swept over Arabella, sharp and searching. She was disheveled, shaken—but whole. Still physically untouched.“She’s fine,” Don Antonio said with chilling calm, as though sensing Lucas’s inspection. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his hands folded over the head of his cane. “I didn’t tear her limb from limb.” A smile crept across his mouth, unhurried, amused. “She’s quite an interesting young lady.”Lucas’s breath came sharp through his nose, his body vibrating wit

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