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CHAPTER 88 : The Heist
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Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow CHAPTER 96 : THE MASTERPIECE (SERIES FINALE)
The house we built was made of glass, cedar, and light.It sat on twenty acres of private, wooded land in upstate New York, far away from the concrete canyons of the city, the flashing cameras of the press, and the shadows of Thorne Tower. There were no armed guards standing in the corners of the living room. There were no biometric locks on the bedroom doors.There was just the sound of the wind in the pines, and the crackle of the fireplace.I stood in my massive, sun-drenched studio on the second floor. The wall facing the lake was entirely made of windows. I was painting, but it was slow work. I had to stand back from the canvas because my nine-month pregnant belly kept getting in the way of the easel.I pressed a hand to my stomach as a sharp, sudden kick jabbed against my ribs."Easy, little one," I murmured, rubbing the spot. "I know you're running out of room in there, but masterpieces take patience."The heavy oak door of the studio creaked open."Are you lecturing my daughte
Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow CHAPTER 95 : The Heir
Julian stared at the little plastic stick in my trembling hand.The harsh bathroom light reflected off the small digital screen. The word PREGNANT was stark and black, leaving no room for interpretation.For a long, agonizing moment, the air in the loft seemed to vanish. Julian didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. The man who had faced down hit squads, dismantled the Consortium, and outsmarted the FBI without a drop of sweat looked completely and utterly terrified."Julian?" I whispered. My voice cracked. "Say something. Please."He blinked. Once. Twice. The shock in his icy blue eyes began to shatter, replaced by something so raw and overwhelming it made my breath hitch.The digital test slipped from my fingers and clattered into the porcelain sink.Julian didn't catch it. Instead, his knees buckled.The billionaire CEO, the ruthless predator of Wall Street, dropped to the tile floor right in front of me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and buried his face against my stomach. I
Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow CHAPTER 94 : The Little Blue Line
Four days had passed since I walked out of the federal detention center.Four days of peace. Four days of Julian working from a laptop on the sofa while I painted by the window. It was the longest stretch of uninterrupted quiet we had experienced since the day we met.But my body didn't seem to understand that we were safe.I was standing at the easel, mixing a beautiful, stormy blue on my palette. I leaned in to add a drop of turpentine to thin the oil.The sharp, chemical smell hit the back of my throat.Usually, I loved that smell. It was the scent of my sanctuary.Today, it made my stomach violently heave.I dropped the palette knife. I slapped a hand over my mouth and sprinted for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before I lost the toast I had forced down for breakfast.I sat on the cool tile floor, gasping for breath, my forehead resting against the porcelain."Vivian?"Elena’s voice echoed from the main room. She had come over to bring us lunch—a spread of sashimi fr
Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow CHAPTER 93 : The Calm
I woke up to the smell of coffee and turpentine.For a moment, I panicked. I didn't recognize the ceiling. It wasn't the ornate plaster of the penthouse bedroom. It was exposed timber beams and white-painted brick.Then I remembered.The heist. The helicopter. The cell. The release.I rolled over.Julian was sitting on the floor near the window. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He was barefoot. He held a mug in one hand and was staring at the unfinished painting on the easel—the one I had started before Elias invaded my life.He looked peaceful. The tension that usually vibrated off him like a hum in a high-voltage wire was gone."You're staring at it like it's a spreadsheet," I croaked, my voice raspy from sleep.Julian turned. A slow smile spread across his face."I'm trying to figure out the lighting," he said. "The shadows don't make sense physically, but emotionally... they are perfect."I sat up. My body ached. The metal bench in the holding cell had left brui
Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow CHAPTER 92 : Freedom
The Javits Center was a riot.I watched the live feed on a stolen tablet in the back of the van as we sped toward the Lincoln Tunnel.On screen, Elias Vane was trying to shout over the confusion."Deepfakes!" Elias screamed, pointing at the massive screen behind him where his own voice was still echoing. "AI manipulation! That is not my voice! That is a fabrication created by a desperate criminal!"But the crowd wasn't listening. They were booing. Investors were frantically typing on their phones, dumping Vanguard stock.Then, I saw movement in the wings of the stage.Agent Miller walked out. He wasn't alone. He was flanked by six federal agents.Elias saw them. He stopped shouting. He looked for an exit, but the stage was surrounded.Miller walked up to the podium. He didn't speak into the microphone. He just placed a hand on Elias’s shoulder.He spun Elias around.Click.Handcuffs.The crowd erupted. Flashbulbs went supernova. The golden boy of Silicon Valley was being perp-walked o
Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow CHAPTER 91 : Broadcast Signal Intrusion
Dante Moretti’s safe house wasn't a bunker. It was a penthouse in DUMBO overlooking the East River. It was filled with modern art, expensive whiskey, and illegal firearms.I paced the floor. I felt like a caged tiger.On the massive television screen, the news played on a loop."Vivian Thorne, wife of fugitive billionaire Julian Thorne, was arraigned in federal court this morning. The judge denied bail, citing her husband's flight as evidence of a significant flight risk."The screen showed footage of Vivian being led out of the courthouse. She wore an orange jumpsuit. Her hands were cuffed to her waist. She looked pale, but her head was high. She didn't hide her face from the cameras.I threw my glass of whiskey at the wall.Crash.The crystal shattered, spraying amber liquid over a priceless Basquiat print."Easy, tiger," Dante drawled from the leather sofa. "That painting cost more than your helicopter ride.""She's in a cage because of me," I roared. "I left her there, Dante! I ju
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