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Chapter Thirty-four

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ISLA

The door slammed behind her.

Isla leaned against it, breathing hard, her heart pounding like war drums. She slid her shoes off, barely registering the dull thud they made as they hit the floor. Her fingers shook as she fumbled for her phone.

“Come on, pick up, pick up…”

“Mariam?” Her voice cracked the second she heard the woman on the other end. “I saw someone. From school. Delilah. She—she knows me.”

There was a pause. Then Mariam’s voice came gently through the line. “Slow down. Did she say anything?”

“No. But she saw me. She recognized me, Mariam.”

Another pause.

“I’ll talk to Tariq,” Mariam said carefully. “Just sit tight. I’ll call you back.”

The line went dead. Isla dropped the phone on the couch and wrapped her arms around herself.

********

GRAYSON

The deal was signed. Another expansion. Another building bearing the Voss name.

Grayson offered the client a handshake, the fake smile plastered across his face like wallpaper over a crumbling wall. Caleb stood a few steps behi
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  • Owed to the Devil   Chapter Forty

    Grayson’s POVI sat on the edge of my office couch, hands tangled in my hair, trying to piece together a night that felt like smoke in my brain.“I made a fucking mistake,” I muttered.Caleb, leaning on the doorframe, crossed his arms. “You mean Zara?”I nodded slowly, still staring at the floor like it might have answers for me.“I didn’t even use a condom,” I added, my voice low. “God, Caleb… I just hope it doesn’t go wrong.”There was a silence between us—heavy, laced with all the unspoken things I didn’t want to confront.Caleb shifted, walking further into the room. “Do you remember anything? At all?”I closed my eyes. “No… no. I—I don’t remember a damn thing. I drank too much. Blacked out after Adrian’s. I woke up to Zara beside me. Naked.”I opened my eyes. “It didn’t feel right. I didn’t feel like I… like we—”“Then don’t panic yet,” Caleb said calmly, “She could be lying. Or she could be telling the truth. Either way, you were vulnerable and she saw an opportunity.”I let ou

  • Owed to the Devil   Chapter Thirty-Nine

    Grayson The pounding in my head was unbearable.I groaned, cracking my eyes open, the sun already spilling through the curtains. My throat was dry. My body ached. My brain was slow.... disoriented.Then I turned.And saw her.Zara.Naked. Curled up under the sheets beside meI jolted upright.“What the hell…”My heart hammered against my chest.I looked down, I was also naked.Panic clawed up my spine as the fog in my head lifted.What happened last night?Zara stirred lazily, yawning like she was waking up from a peaceful nap.She opened her eyes and stretched. “Morning…”“Zara,” I rasped, stepping back from the bed. “What is this? Did we—?”She blinked at me, all innocent.“I thought you remembered,” she said softly, then added with a little shrug, “But yes. We did.”I backed away......“No—no, that’s not possible. I was drunk completely out of it.”She sat up, dragging the duvet with her to cover herself. “You didn’t seem so drunk last night,” she said coolly, but I could hear the

  • Owed to the Devil   Chapter Thirty-Eight

    Adrian arrived ,The estate lit up in soft tones, welcoming him back like an old friend.Grayson stepped out of the lounge to greet him."Adrian!" he called, arms opening wide.Adrian grinned.They embraced like brothers, slapping each other's backs with the kind of ease only long-time friends had. It had years, not jntil Adrian showed up at Grayson’s grandma birthdaywell some friendships didn’t need daily check-ins to stay solid."Remember that summer we snuck out to that lake house?" Adrian chuckled as he stepped inside."You mean the one we almost burned down with that grill?"Both laughed, shaking their heads."You still suck at cooking, by the way," Grayson said, eyeing Adrian’s attempt at balancing a tray of glasses and a bottle of whiskey.“Rude,” Adrian grinned, setting the drinks down and pouring. “But accurate.”They settled into the lounge, the room filled with warmth—dark wood shelves, an open fireplace, and the low hum of a jazz playlist."To old times," Adrian said, rai

  • Owed to the Devil   Chapter Thirty-Seven

    MARIAM The steady beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the ward. Elijah lay unconscious, pale and bandaged, his chest rising and falling in weak, slow rhythm.Mariam sat beside his bed, phone clutched in her hand, her thumb repeatedly tapping Isla’s name in her call log.Number not reachable.Again.And again.She swallowed the lump in her throat, her free hand resting on Elijah’s.The door creaked open. Tariq stepped in, dark circles etched under his eyes, his shirt wrinkled and damp from sweat. He looked like he hadn’t slept.“You’re back,” Mariam said, barely lifting her eyes.Tariq nodded, his gaze drifting to his cousin. “Still no change?”“None. He’s stable, but…” she trailed off.Tariq sighed and pulled a chair close, running a hand over his face. “I searched the entire route. The woods, the nearby roads, even gas stations. Nothing. It’s like she vanished into thin air.”“Still no traces?” Mariam asked, her voice tight.Tariq shook his head. “I couldn’t even find her

  • Owed to the Devil   Chapter Thirty-six

    ISLAI couldn’t stay there anymore.The stench of rust and damp concrete suffocated me. The darkness was pressing in on all sides, and I couldn’t tell if it was night or just the shadows closing in on my mind.My arms trembled as I pushed myself up from the corner I had curled into. Every muscle ached. My legs wobbled beneath me, barely holding me upright.I could feel blood crusted down the side of my thigh, the sting of cuts, the sting of fear. My shirt was torn, sticking to my skin in places, loose in others. The hem was soaked with something I didn’t want to look at anymore.I stumbled out onto the narrow street, blinking into the blur of the world. The streetlight above buzzed once, then flickered. Everything doubled, then tripled. My vision spun like I’d just stepped off a cruel carousel that never stopped.I clutched my belly.Still there. Still with me.My breath came in shallow gasps. I could barely hear the footsteps anymore—maybe they were gone. Maybe they were still coming

  • Owed to the Devil   Chapter Thirty-five

    IslaI ran like I’d never run before.Through narrow alleys that reeked of garbage and smoke. Past flickering street lamps and rusted fences.The cold air bit into my lungs, sharp and merciless, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.Behind me, footsteps. Shouts. Boots hitting pavement hard. Closer. Then fading. Then closer again.I clutched my belly as I turned a corner, barely able to think straight. Every muscle screamed. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to cry. But Elijah was dying—because of me.Because someone wants me dead.The baby kicked. A jolt of pain ran up my side, sharp enough to make me stumble.I pressed against a brick wall, gasping.Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Don’t die here.I darted across a main road, cars honking and swerving, and slipped into an abandoned lot. My shoes sank in wet soil. Mud clung to my jeans. A rat scurried past my foot and I bit back a scream.I didn’t know this part of town. I had no idea where I was going. I just knew I had to keep moving.I ducked into

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