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Dirty little games Chapter 12: Bound to the devil
LOLA'S POV “Twenty million”. The phrase rang in my ears like thunder. I could barely stand, could barely keep myself up together. I glanced at the dagger on the stage, a silent storm raging inside of me as I painfully gripped the hem of the diamond-embedded gown that clung to me desperately, the same way I was clinging to hope and the devil standing right in front of me.No matter the cost, I didn't want him to give up the dagger, because I wasn't ready to lose it. I wanted him to bid until the very end. To never give up on the one thing that reminds me of my father. But in what position was I to tell him that? This was a man I barely knew. Someone I was supposed to hate.“Twenty million going once….”“Going twice…”The auctioneer’s voice sounded like a death countdown in my foggy head.Click! The gavel struck. My vision turned black, then white, to a shade of ash before my body gave out. Before I could hit the floor, a strong hand steadied me.I slowly looked
Dirty little games Chapter 11: A Legacy Bought In Silence
DAMIEN’S POVThe moment I lifted my paddle, the air changed.Eyes darted around the hall, quick, greedy and calculating.From me, to the woman standing at my side, to the dagger gleaming under the auction lights.Because they all knew one thing — I don’t bid on things without value.So if Damien Salvatore had raised his paddle for a mere dagger, then it was no longer just a dagger. And greed always follows certainty.“One point five million.”A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert.“One point eight.”Another voice followed almost instantly.Then another.“Two million.”“Three.”“Four point two.”The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased.Within minutes, the price surged past reason.Seven million.I didn’t move.Neither did Vincenzo Romano.The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden tre
Dirty little games The last Grey relic
Damien’s POVI saw the commotion before I heard it.Three girls dressed like overpriced dolls pressed against the marble column, trembling.And in front of them… she was standing.Lola.Breathing hard, eyes sharp, anger still rolling off her like heat from a furnace.Her hair slightly mussed, dress hugging her like a second skin, chest rising and falling.I hadn’t expected that.Neither did I expect the tiny pull in my chest.She didn’t notice me until I spoke.“Exciting.”Her head snapped up.Her grip on the other girl’s hair loosened instantly, as if my voice flipped a switch inside her.The girl fell to the floor with a whimper.Lola straightened, shoulders squared, eyes defiant yet when I extended my hand, she walked towards me without hesitation.Her palm sliding into mine. Giving me a cold smile that didn't reach her eyes.“If you keep smiling like that, I fear your face would crack”.Her expression shifted as she tried to hide her disdain.I turned, guiding her away,
Dirty little games The auction
The rest of the day was strangely quiet.After the maids left, I finished my food alone. The house felt too big and silent, like it was holding its breath. I wandered around for a while, pacing in the long hallways, touching things I didn’t understand, trying not to think too much about why I was here.When the sky outside started to turn orange, my phone pinged.A message notification from an unknown number. I clicked on it but the user has no profile. Then the message content caught my eyes.“ I’ll be home late. Do not leave the estate.”Oh, it was him.That was it. No greeting, no explanation.Just an order disguised as an update.I dropped the phone on the bed and lay back, frustrated and restless. At some point I just rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration.---I jolted up to the sound of footsteps outside my door.Three knocks, firm and controlled.The door opened before I even answered.Two stylists walked in carrying garment bags, boxes, and a suitcase full of makeup produc
Dirty little games Suspicious hospitality
His threat echoed like poison in my head.Run twice, and I will enjoy the hunt.I gritted my teeth in anger and something in me exploded.“I hate you. I hate you so much, Damien.”It was the first time I’d ever said his name like that. Sharp, raw, and trembling.Forced to look directly into those spine-tingling eyes, my heart was hammering so violently it hurt. But backing down was no longer an option.“Hate?” he scoffed. “I’ve heard that so many times. What makes you think yours is special?”“As expected from a monster like you,” I shot back.For one second, one impossible second, something flickered in his eyes. Hurt? Anger? I couldn’t tell.But it vanished too fast to be real.His grip on me loosened, his aura dropping to a cold, bone-deep stillness.“Third floor. Fourth room on the left.”His voice wasn’t sharp. It was controlled and sounded almost scraped.Before I could blink, he was gone.The door slammed hard behind him, making me flinch.Did I… hit a nerve?Seems like it.I c
Dirty little games Chapter 7 : A monster's captive
Rain poured harder, soaking through every layer of me until it felt like the sky was trying to drown me in its tears. My pulse thudded loudly in my ears when I saw him step out of the car. Tall and domineering.Damien Salvatore.Even his name scraped against my bones.He moved toward me with that same calm control that made everything else fade. I stumbled, shaking my head. “Don’t touch me!”His hand caught my wrist before I could take another step. The heat of his palm burning against my skin, steady and unyielding, like the world itself had chosen sides and I was sure it wasn’t mine.For a minute, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The rain slid down his face, dripping from his lashes, but his gaze didn't waver. There was something terrifyingly patient in them. Something that made me forget the cold entirely.I twisted in his hold, nails scraping uselessly against his arm, but he didn’t flinch. His grip only tightened, not cruelly, just enough to remind me that escape was a fantasy
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