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Chapter 27: The Devil's return
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Sold to the Devil Chapter 61: Painted smiles and Thorns
The ballroom was a picture of extravagance—gilded chandeliers spilled golden light across shimmering gowns and pressed tuxedos, while a string quartet filled the room with gentle music. Every detail of Seraphina’s party had been curated to perfection: from the towering floral arrangements to the imported wine. It was her night. Her spotlight.Until Dante arrived.The air shifted the moment he stepped through the grand double doors. Conversation slowed to whispers, glasses paused mid-air, and heads turned—all to see him. But it wasn’t just Dante who caught their eyes.It was Emilia.Draped in forest green grown that clung to her slender figure, authenciating her curves and shimmered under the lights, she stood by Dante’s side like she belonged there. Her hair was swept up with soft curls cascading over her shoulder, and a delicate diamond pendant rested at her collarbone. She looked… radiant. Untouchable. And most shocking of all—she had arrived on Dante’s arm.They looked like a coupl
Sold to the Devil Chapter 60: A Night of Masks
The grand halls of the estate buzzed with activity. Tonight’s event was no ordinary gathering. High-profile guests from various powerful families began arriving, each one stepping into the estate adorned in luxury, escorted by security guards and flanked by their entourage. The estate had never looked more dazzling, lit with ambient golden lights that kissed every marble pillar and velvet curtain. But despite the festivity, the air was tense with anticipation.Emilia stood near the window in one of the quieter corridors, watching the black cars pull into the estate one after the other. There was an unsettling feeling in her chest, like something was wrong. She couldn’t explain it, but her skin prickled with unease.She glanced down at Mochi, who sat calmly by her feet, tail flicking rhythmically. “I don’t know, Mochi,” she whispered. “Something feels off.”She turned to head toward the kitchens, her instincts pushing her to check on the other maids and offer help. Helping always made
Sold to the Devil Chapter 59: Wolves do not share their prey
The sun filtered softly through the tall windows of the estate, casting golden light across the marbled halls. Emilia stood at the far end of the east garden, her fingers lightly brushing the petals of a blooming lavender bush. She had just finished her chores for the day and wandered outside to clear her mind.Mochi was nestled lazily beside her, purring softly, his tail flicking at the scent of the nearby blooms. Emilia smiled faintly, her thoughts drifting toward Dante again. Ever since her strange collapse in the woods, he’d been treating her with even more care than before, which only confused her further. Why did he look at her like that? Why did her chest tighten every time his name was mentioned?“Beautiful day, isn’t it?”The voice startled her.Emilia turned sharply, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Marcello walking toward her across the garden. He was dressed in a charcoal-gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. There was something devi
Sold to the Devil Chapter 58: untitled
Emilia stirred slowly beneath the soft sheets of her bed, her head pounding with a pain so intense it felt like her skull was being split open. She blinked against the sunlight streaming through the large windows, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The familiar warmth of her room wrapped around her like a blanket, but her memory was shrouded in a fog she couldn’t clear.A sudden jolt of panic surged through her chest. “What happened last night?” she whispered, fingers touching her temples. She remembered going outside, then the shadows, fear, and nothing.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. She looked up to find Dante standing in the doorway, dressed in black, his expression unreadable."You're awake," he said quietly, walking toward her.Emilia gave him a weak smile. "Barely. My head feels like someone tried to crack it open with a hammer."Dante sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with narrowed eyes. “You were attacked,” he said, voice c
Sold to the Devil Chapter 57: Shadows Stir in silence
The sound of papers being shuffled echoed faintly in the large office as Luka placed a thick file on Dante’s mahogany desk. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, casting long shadows that danced over the shelves of old books and cold weapons. Dante, seated behind his desk with an unreadable expression, glanced up at Luka.“You’re certain this is accurate?” Dante asked, fingers poised over the edge of the folder.“I double-checked every page myself,” Luka replied. “Her records were deeply buried. Whoever hid them made sure it wouldn’t be found easily. But we’ve been digging into her for months now.”Dante opened the file and silently read through the documents. His eyes moved quickly, but the slight raise of his brows gave away his surprise. Emilia. The little defiant flame in his cold, calculated world—turns out she wasn’t just a stubborn girl. She was something far more dangerous. Far more… interesting.“She’s not just powerful,” Luka murmured, as if reading his thoughts. “She’s
Sold to the Devil Chapter 56: The Awakening
The evening air was cool, laced with the scent of blooming night jasmine. Emilia had gone into the woods behind the estate, hoping to clear her thoughts. Ever since Dante returned, her emotions had become a tangled mess. She had no idea where she stood with him anymore, and the uncertainty was eating her up inside.Mochi, her kitten, was curled up inside her coat as she wandered off the path. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting long shadows across the forest floor. She didn't notice that she had wandered too far until the sounds of the estate were long gone.She turned to head back, only to stop when she heard something—a branch snapping. Her heart leapt. She looked around."Who's there?" she called out, her voice small against the vast silence of the woods.No answer.She took a step back, her instincts screaming at her to run. But before she could move, a shadow emerged from behind the trees. Then another. And another.There were three of them. Men dressed in bl
Sold to the Devil Chapter 55: Brewing Storms
The sun dipped behind the estate walls, casting a golden hue across the gardens as Celeste adjusted the hem of her cream trench coat. Her heels tapped rhythmically along the flagstone path, accompanied by the softer scuff of Seraphina’s boots beside her.It was supposed to be a casual afternoon stroll. A break from the politics, from the whispered accusations and forced smiles that came with living in the same house as Dante Calhoun. But instead, it had turned into something else.Celeste stopped abruptly, lips pressing into a thin line. “There they are again.”Seraphina followed her gaze and nearly groaned aloud.There, near the estate’s grand marble fountain, was Emilia—her dark curls bouncing as she laughed, a small black kitten nestled in her arms. Dante stood in front of her, arms loosely crossed, watching her with that look—one Seraphina had never seen aimed in her direction.“I thought he just got back,” Seraphina muttered, squinting against the sunlight.“He did,” Celeste repl
Sold to the Devil Chapter 54: I Miss You
The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting warm golden hues across the vast garden. Emilia sat on the edge of a stone bench tucked beneath the shade of a flowering wisteria, her fingers gently stroking Mochi's soft fur as the kitten purred lazily on her lap. The estate was unusually quiet, but her heart wasn't.Dante was back.That morning, the air had felt different—charged, alive. Rumors among the staff had confirmed it. Mara had mentioned it casually at breakfast. “The master returned late last night,” she said, and Emilia’s spoon had paused midair, the porridge forgotten.He was back… yet she hadn’t seen him. Not even a glimpse.Emilia sighed and looked down at the fluffy creature nuzzling her palm.“You’d think after all that daydreaming, the least he could do is say hello, right?” she muttered, her voice low and slightly bitter. “But no. Nothing. Not a word. I’m just back to being invisible again.”Mochi meowed softly, tilting her head up as if in agreement.“I mean,
Sold to the Devil Chapter 53: The Beginning of the End
The night was still, but Tristen’s study buzzed with quiet energy.The golden light from the chandelier cast long shadows over the thick mahogany desk, where documents lay open—maps, photos, intelligence reports, and red-circled names. A glass of untouched bourbon sat to the side, slowly warming. He didn’t need the drink tonight.Tonight, he had something better.A knock came.“Enter,” Tristen called, not looking up.One of his men stepped inside, tall, clad in a black leather jacket, and eyes sharp.“Sir,” the man said, handing over a tablet. “You’re going to want to see this.”Tristen finally looked up, taking the device. As the screen lit, a slow smirk curved his lips.There she was.Emilia.A recent surveillance photo captured her in Dante’s estate garden. Sunlight painted her face in soft gold, her head tilted back in laughter as she chased a small black cat across the cobblestones. Behind her stood one of Dante’s men—clearly guarding her, clearly on orders.Tristen chuckled.“Sh
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