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Chapter fourteen: Maid 57
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Owed to the Devil Chapter Thirty-Three: Wrong turn
Delilah PovAt first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.The heat, the noise, the blur of the street crowd—maybe it was just a hallucination. But then she turned slightly, and there was no mistaking her.Isla Vane.Looking like she’d stepped out of a war zone. Hair pulled into a tired knot, skin dull, shadows beneath her eyes—but that wasn’t what made my stomach drop.She was pregnant.Not just a little. Heavily. Her coat did a bad job at hiding it, and even worse when she clutched her belly briefly, the way mothers do when something kicks too hard.My heart froze. Wasn’t she supposed to be dead? Or disappeared?Then something clicked in my headI reached for my phone with fingers that felt a little too excited. I shouldn’t care. But this? This was too juicy to ignore. I scrolled past my friends, past Mira, past the other Voss society clingers then stopped.Zara.Mrs. Voss now, if we’re being formal.She’d want to know. No, she needed to know. Especially with how cold Grayso
Owed to the Devil Chapter Thirty-Two: Ghost of the past
Grayson’s POVDead.That word kept circling like a vulture in my mind. Picking pieces off whatever was left of me.Isla. Gone.I didn’t even remember getting home. The taste of that lie still thick on my tongue. I sat in the dark, one arm resting on the bar counter, a half-drunk bottle of whiskey mocking me from the other end.I couldn’t feel my hands.I couldn’t feel anything.“She’s not dead,” I whispered for the fifth—maybe fiftieth—time.But no one answered.Caleb was quiet. He'd been pacing an hour ago. Now, he was just sitting on the stairs, looking at me like he’d already started mourning.“Say something,” I muttered.He exhaled. “I want to believe you, Gray. I do.”“Then believe me.” My voice cracked. “She’s not dead.”But if she wasn't… then where the hell was she?I laughed bitterly and stood, slamming the bottle to the ground. Glass shattered, and I didn’t even flinch. My knuckles were bleeding, but it felt like someone else’s pain.“I should’ve protected her,” I growled. “I
Owed to the Devil Chapter Thirty-One: Shattered
IslaNo one cared where I came from, and I liked it that way.Tariq’s cousin, Elsie, was kind but not nosy. She handed me a clean room, a secondhand phone, and a list of small diners hiring servers. That was it. No sympathy. No stares. Just silence.Which… in a strange way, felt like kindness.I got a job wiping tables at a 24-hour breakfast joint near the train tracks. I never told them my real name.No one asked.The mornings were cold. The nights were colder. But I kept breathing. One step at a time.And when it got too much, when I’d lie awake with a palm over my stomach, wondering what kind of world I was bringing life into—I’d whisper, “Just hold on one more day.”Sometimes that was enough.Other nights… not even close.*********Nina--- The witness“It was dark. Rainy,” Nina said, standing near the alley behind the café. “I was heading home. Saw a girl asleep near the dumpsters, wrapped in a hoodie.”Caleb showed her the photo again. “Was it her?”Nina looked closely. Then nodd
Owed to the Devil Chapter Thirty: A place Between
ISLAShe hadn’t spoken much on the drive.Tariq didn’t push.He simply drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the stick, the car humming low as they coasted away from the cliffside and toward something quieter. Safer.The sun had already sunk past the skyline by the time they reached the small, two-bedroom house tucked between overgrown hedges in the quieter side of the city.Warm porch light. Hanging plants. An old welcome mat with “Stay Awhile” faded into the fabric.The door opened before he even knocked.Mariam stood there, apron still on, the scent of tomato sauce trailing after her.She froze when she saw Isla.Her eyes didn’t judge. Didn’t widen in shock or pity. Just softened.Isla barely crossed the threshold before Mariam wrapped her in the kind of hug only women who’d lost and survived and healed could give.“You’ll stay the night,” Mariam said. “Then tomorrow, we’ll talk.”Isla wanted to refuse. Say she didn’t deserve kindness. But instead, she nodded, t
Owed to the Devil Chapter Twenty nine: End of tunnel
Isla WalkerThey didn’t even open the door all the way.Just a sliver. Just enough for me to see the chain lock still on.“You came back,” she muttered, cigarette dangling from her cracked lips.“I didn’t know where else to go,” I whispered.A pause.Then a scoff. “That ain’t my problem.”She started to close it.I pressed my palm to the wood. “Please… just a few nights. I’ll sleep on the floor. You won’t even know I’m here.”A little boy’s voice echoed inside. A laugh.New life. New children.No space for the old broken ones.where's dad? Atleast he would spare me a glance She cackles,She didn’t say anything else. Just shut the door.Hard.And locked it.I stood there for a long time. Long enough for the porch light to flicker off.No one yelled. No one came outside.I didn’t cry.Tears are for people who still believe in being saved.---I walked until my legs gave out.Found a bench near a closed-down clinic.Laid down on the splintering wood and stared at the sky that didn’t car
Owed to the Devil Chapter Twenty Eight: Split Skies
IslaThe rain started somewhere between the clinic and the alleyway I’d been pacing.I’d left with nothing but a folded paper in my bag and a pair of shaking hands.Two lines. A positive result.I was pregnant. With his child.But he didn’t know.And I wasn’t even sure he deserved to.The café had stopped serving for the night, so I wandered, the soles of my shoes soaked through. I tried calling an old classmate from school. No answer.I texted Mira. Unread. Even my college group chat had gone quiet maybe because I’d been the trending tabloid joke for a week.Every bench was taken. Every cheap motel was booked. My body was heavy. The hunger clamped in waves. I pressed a hand to my stomach.I’d never felt more invisible in my life.---Zara“Smile wider, darling.”The photographer snapped again, and Zara turned her cheek like royalty. The silk dress clung perfectly to her figure; the diamond ring practically blinded her own reflection.Mrs. Voss.She liked the sound of it.The manor was
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