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Chapter Six :The Invisible Girl
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Owed to the Devil Chapter fourteen: Maid 57
Isla – POVI was halfway through awkwardly trying to figure out what to pack first Not like i had any belongings to begin with, although the closet is filled with clothes before my arrival in this roomThe door creaked open behind me.I turned.The gatekeeper of hellMaria.With her permanently pinched face, icy posture, and that annoying clicking of her heels on the floors like every step was a threat.“I’ve been asked to assist you,” she said, already walking toward my wardrobe like she owned it. “Apparently, you’re going back to school. Fancy that.”I blinked. “I… I was doing fine on my own.”“I’m sure,” she said dryly, yanking open the closet doors. “You probably pack as neatly as you iron sheets half-heartedly and without structure.”I bit the inside of my cheek. She always had something to say.We moved around in silence for a while or rather, I moved nervously, and she moved like she was preparing a body for burial.Folding clothes with crisp corners, sighing whenever my hand
Owed to the Devil Chapter Thirteen‐ The untouched lines
Grayson – POVThe echo of clinking glasses still rang in my ears.Zara’s smug smile. My grandfather’s voice announcing the engagement like it was a signed treaty.And me? Standing there like a statue while she Isla stood frozen at the back of the room, watching her dignity unravel under gold chandeliers and fake applause.I stormed through the corridor, past startled maids and guards who knew better than to speak.North Wing.I was already heading there before I realized it.Fury burned through me. Not just at the announcement but at myself. For letting it happen. For not stopping it. For letting her see it.For watching her hurt and doing nothing.My fists clenched. My teeth ground so hard my jaw ached.I stopped.Right at her door.Hand raised.But I didn’t knock.I didn’t go in.I just stood there, breathing like a man who had run into a war zone unarmed.Why?Why am I here?Why the hell do I care?She’s just a girl. A payment. She’s nothing.She should be nothing.But every tim
Owed to the Devil Chapter Twelve – A Controlled Fire Grayson
Grayson Pov The door closed behind her, soft and final.She didn’t cry. She didn’t look back. She just walked out with her chin held higher than every spoiled brat in that room.And somehow, that made it worse.I ambushed Maria in the hallway“Maria,” I said, without raising my voice.She knew that tone. Everyone in this house did.The tray she was holding clinked as she stepped forward. “Sir?”“You had one job.” I didn’t move. “Keep her off-limits. Keep her out of sight. Keep her dignity intact. I thought those instructions were clear.”“I only meant to fill a staffing gap”“No. You meant to make a point.” My eyes narrowed. “You dressed her in that uniform deliberately.”Maria hesitated. “It was the only clean”“Wrong answer.”She shut her mouth.I took a single step forward. “You paraded her in front of the D’Amatos. You let her walk in like she was nothing. Like she was less.”“I thought”“You don’t get paid to think.”She finally broke eye contact.“Consider this your final warni
Owed to the Devil Chapter Eleven– The Girl in Silk, The One in Dust
IslaThere were black cars parked outside the estate when I came down for tea duty.The house was buzzing.Not loud-buzzing. Not the frantic scurrying of feet and barked orders like I’d seen before important meetings. This buzz was quiet, precise.The kind that made maids press their uniforms flat three times before stepping into view. The kind that made the head butler adjust the silverware by a quarter inch.Something important was happening.And I didn’t want to be in the middle of it.But fate is cruel that way“Take off your clothes.”I blinked at Maria from the doorway, thinking I’d misheard.Her arms were crossed, a stiff black uniform dangling from one hand. “The Blue Room needs tea service. You’ll wear this.”I looked down at myself — plain clothes, apron, nothing scandalous. “Can’t someone else—?”She stepped into my space, her breath all peppermint and venom. “The others are busy. You’re not. Now put it on, Maid Fifty-Seven.”I flinched.That number again. Not Isla. Not eve
Owed to the Devil Chapter Ten– Summer That Wasn’t Mine
Isla PovThe summer passed like a storm I couldn’t remember being in loud one moment, silent the next. But always... grey.Not the soft kind of grey that made you want to curl up and drink tea. No, this kind was heavy. Drenched in stone walls, long hallways, and a silence that felt too expensive to touch. It filled the mansion like perfume. You could never breathe too loud.And I hated it.I should have been back at Valerie.I should’ve been elbow-deep in essays, dodging the library printer queue, and complaining about overpriced coffee with classmates I barely tolerated. I should’ve been sitting across from Zara, pretending we didn’t just spend the summer on opposite ends of power.But no.Zara was probably sipping champagne in Milan.And me?I was dusting imported vases and folding napkins in a house that wasn't mine, for a man who refused to look at me like anything but his.I didn’t even ask anymore.The first week of August, I asked the butler if I could check my email. He told m
Owed to the Devil Chapter Nine– Silk Walls, Steel Bars
Isla PovThe sheets felt like silk.That was the first betrayal of the morning.Because my body still ached like I’d slept on the sidewalk.I opened my eyes to walls that didn’t belong to me. Pale gray, no chipped paint.A long window stretched across the far side of the room, filtered light spilling through gauzy curtains. There was a dressing table I’d never sit at, a closet full of clothes that weren’t mine, and a silence so thick it hummed.I wasn’t used to silence.I was used to doors slamming and voices shouting. To the blare of a broken TV and the clink of my father’s empty bottles. To my stepmother’s sharp voice calling for cigarettes or for me to “get off my ass and work for once.”This silence? It didn’t feel peaceful.It felt watched.I sat up slowly, muscles stiff, heart heavier.North wing. That's what he said.His wing.I had no idea what that meant except that someone else carried my file now someone more dangerous than the ones before.Grayson Voss hadn’t spoken to me
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