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Chapter 33: The seed of poison
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Sold to the Devil Chapter 47: Wolf Beneath the Skin
The sun had long since dipped beyond the horizon, leaving the estate in a hush of soft shadows and flickering candlelight. Emilia had just finished arranging the last bouquet in the drawing room when Mara appeared at the doorway.“Lord Calhoun wants to see you,” she said, her tone unreadable.Emilia’s breath caught. “Now?”Mara nodded. “In his chambers.”Her heart pounded as she wiped her hands on her apron and followed the corridor leading to Dante’s private wing. She’d only been there once, and that was during her first week in the estate, when he’d summoned her to deliver some documents. Even then, she had felt the air in that corridor—it was different. Heavier. As if even the walls understood that this was the domain of a man not to be trifled with.Now, her steps echoed softly against the marble floors. She paused in front of the tall black door, hand hovering. Then she knocked.“Come in,” came the familiar deep voice from inside.She pushed the door open and stepped in, her eyes
Sold to the Devil Chapter 46: A Gathering Storm
Emilia stood by the hallway window, a tea tray in her hand, when she overheard Ivy and Lyra whispering behind a pillar.“They’re gone,” Ivy was saying, her voice barely audible. “All four heads of the families that stood with Marcelo—they were all found dead.”Lyra’s eyes widened. “All of them?”Ivy nodded. “Poisoned. No traces left behind. Clean. Efficient. And all within hours of each other.”Emilia’s breath caught. It's been a few days.“They say Dante didn’t even flinch. Just gave the order, then went about his day like nothing happened.”Lyra crossed her arms tightly. “Marcelo’s the only one left.”The silence that followed was heavier than anything Emilia had felt since she arrived. Her stomach knotted. Dante…She placed the tray down slowly, retreating toward her quarters. Every step felt weighted. She knew Dante was ruthless. Cold. But this…Across the estate, Lillian sat stiffly on a velvet chair, wringing a handkerchief, while Seraphina stood near the fireplace, arms crossed
Sold to the Devil Chapter 45: Shadows and Whispers
Emilia was in the laundry room folding sheets when Ivy burst in, her face flushed and her breath short."Emilia!" she whispered sharply, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one had followed. Emilia looked up, startled.“What’s wrong?” she asked, standing.Ivy grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the quiet corridor beside the linen shelves. “Did you hear what happened?”“No,” Emilia said, frowning. “What?”Ivy’s eyes darted nervously. “Dante. Marcelo and the other mafia families under the Calhoun group came yesterday. They tried to challenge him.”Emilia’s heart skipped a beat. “What? Challenge him how?”“They accused him of being soft. That you… that you're the reason he’s grown weak.” Ivy’s voice faltered, lowering to a whisper. “They said it's your fault. That ever since you came, he's not been the same.”Emilia's lips parted, but no words came out. Her chest felt tight. “That’s ridiculous,” she finally said, voice trembling slightly. “I haven’t done anything.”Ivy looked a
Sold to the Devil Chapter 44: Uprising
The air was thick with tension as the convoy of black cars rolled into the Calhoun estate. The guards at the gate, though loyal, instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, aware of the insignias stamped on the arriving vehicles—marks of the families under the Calhoun mafia empire. No one had given a warning. No call was made. This wasn’t a visit. This was an ambush in designer suits.Inside the estate, Dante was seated in his private office, going through the day's reports. He looked every bit the king he was—elegant, calm, and dangerously composed. A knock at the door broke the silence.Mara stepped in, her eyes wary. “Marcelo is here… with the heads of the other families. They’re waiting in the hall.”Dante paused for a beat, then stood up slowly. “Call Luka. Tell him to prepare the room.”“Yes, sir.” Mara left quickly, the tension in her shoulders evident.Dante adjusted the cuffs of his dark shirt, his expression unreadable. His steps were slow, deliberate, echoing in t
Sold to the Devil Chapter 43: A Flicker of Joy
The return to the estate was quiet.Emilia sat silently in the passenger seat as Dante drove. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers nervously twining together. She hadn’t spoken since they left her family home, and the air between them was filled with an unspoken heaviness. She stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past—the tall iron gates of the estate eventually rising into view.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the manor, Emilia unbuckled her seatbelt slowly and opened the door. She paused, then glanced back at Dante.“Thank you,” she said softly. Her voice was faint, nearly lost to the wind.Dante gave a slight nod, but before he could speak, she turned and disappeared into the house, walking briskly toward her room with her head lowered.He remained still for a moment, watching her retreating figure. Something in his chest tightened. There was a time not long ago when he wouldn’t have cared—when someone like Emilia wouldn’t have registered enough to earn a seco
Sold to the Devil Chapter 42: The silence that follows
The door clicked shut behind them, and with it, a stillness settled over the house like a damp fog.No one spoke for a long moment.Vanessa stood in the living room, frozen with the smile still plastered on her face, though it had long since outlived its usefulness. She remained poised, hands clasped tightly before her, even as her knuckles turned white from the pressure. Behind her, the soft ticking of the old wall clock filled the space, each sound louder than it should’ve been.Alissa sat motionless on the worn dining chair, eyes fixed on the door her stepsister had just walked out of. Her tea had gone cold. She didn’t notice.Mark stretched out on the couch again, flipping through channels absentmindedly. The soft flicker of the television cast dancing shadows across his face, but his gaze was unfocused. He wasn’t really watching. He just wanted something—anything—to drown out the thick, uncomfortable silence that had crept in like a living thing.Vanessa turned abruptly, the smil
Sold to the Devil Chapter 41: The Return Home
Emilia hadn’t expected Dante to accompany her—much less drive her there personally. It felt surreal sitting beside him in the sleek, black car as they passed unfamiliar faces and familiar corners. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable. Dante didn’t speak, nor did he glance at her. He simply drove, eyes fixed ahead like he was preparing for war.The closer they got to her old neighborhood, the more Emilia felt her nerves stir. Her stomach tightened, her fingers laced tightly on her lap. But as the car turned onto her old street, a smile unexpectedly found its way to her lips.It hadn’t changed much.The same rusty fences. The cracked sidewalks she and Alissa used to run across barefoot. The same neighbors, older now, still sitting on porches whispering about everyone who passed.Dante noticed her smile from the corner of his eye but said nothing. Instead, he slowed the car and pulled up in front of a small, gray two-story house with peeling paint and a dying flower
Sold to the Devil Chapter 40: A Gift
The first light of morning slipped through the high windows, casting golden streaks across the polished floors of the Calhoun estate. Emilia rose quietly, the soft rustle of bedsheets and the faint chirp of birds her only company. There was no fanfare, no candles or songs.It was her birthday.Her twentieth.She slipped on her usual clothes and stepped out into the hallway, ready to begin her chores. The air felt heavier today, as if the house itself was holding its breath. Emilia moved through the kitchen and laundry room, scrubbing and sorting, washing and folding, the same routine that had become her new normal.But there was something different in the way the other maids looked at her today—no longer merely cruel or indifferent. Now they were cautious, keeping their distance as if she carried something dangerous. Whispers followed her in the corridors, and averted eyes met hers in every room.Witch.She broke the vase with her mind.She’s not normal.She tried to block out the whi
Sold to the Devil Chapter 39: The Forbidden Wing
The cold glass trembled in Emilia’s hand as she took another sip. The water was refreshing against her dry throat, calming the last traces of the nightmare that had left her drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning against the edge of the sink. The quiet hum of the night surrounded her—soft winds brushing against the windowpanes, the gentle creak of the old mansion settling into sleep.But then, something shattered the silence.A howl.Low, guttural… and filled with pain.The glass slipped from her hand and hit the floor, shattering into sharp fragments. Emilia gasped and stepped back instinctively, her heart pounding. Her gaze shot to the window, and there it was—the full moon, glowing like a silver eye in the sky, watching everything below in eerie silence.She froze.Another howl echoed—louder this time, raw and agonized, as if the creature behind it was being torn apart.Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to rationalize it.The wo
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