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Chapter 36 : Investigating
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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
Sold to the Devil Chapter 38: Whispers in the Dark
Emilia lay on her back, staring at the ceiling of her room. The soft fabric of the sheets bunched slightly beneath her fingertips, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts had taken on a life of their own, drifting in and out like the gentle sway of curtains on a windy day.It had been almost a half a day since the vase incident, and yet the images still played in her mind—over and over again. The blood. The screams. The horrified expressions. And her—standing completely still, unsure of how anything had happened.She swallowed, trying to force the tightness in her throat down.Was she okay? she wondered. The maid—Clara, was it? Emilia hadn’t seen her since. She hadn’t been allowed near the infirmary, either. No one told her anything.And the worst part? The whispers.She heard them when she walked past the hallway. When she entered the laundry room. When she stood in line for meals."She’s cursed.""A witch, I swear.""Did you see the cracks on the wall that day? That wasn’t normal.""I
Sold to the Devil Chapter 37: Whereabouts
The sound of wind brushed lightly against the glass panes of the solarium, a soft rustling that barely pierced the tense quiet that had settled over the room. Celeste, Seraphina, and Lillian sat on the velvet-trimmed couches, a teapot untouched between them. The scent of chamomile and lavender hung in the air, but none of them seemed interested in drinking. Their expressions were tight, their voices hushed though no one else was around.“So…” Seraphina began, eyes flicking between her companions, “what exactly happened with the vase?”Celeste leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. Her dark red lipstick hadn’t smudged despite the long day, and her perfectly painted nails tapped against the porcelain cup she wasn’t drinking from.“No one knows,” she said with a bitter edge. “One moment that insolent little brat was standing there, letting her lapdogs defend her, and the next—boom. The vase drops, cracks open Clara’s skull like a melon.”Lillian winced. “Do we know if Clara is… al
Sold to the Devil Chapter 36 : Investigating
The air in Dante’s study was quiet save for the ticking of the antique clock and the occasional rustle of papers on his desk. He sat there, focused, typing commands into his laptop with deliberate precision when a sharp knock echoed against the heavy oak door.Without lifting his eyes, he called out, “Come in.”Mara stepped in, dressed in her usual crisp uniform, her posture tight and face drawn with something more than concern. Dante glanced up and immediately noted the edge in her gaze.“Yes?” he said, leaning back slightly.“I need to speak to you about something… peculiar,” Mara began, shutting the door behind her.Dante arched an eyebrow. “Peculiar?”She nodded. “It’s about Emilia.”The moment her name passed Mara’s lips, Dante’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. His expression gave nothing away, but the atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with interest.“I’m listening,” he said.Mara hesitated before stepping forward. “There was an incident this morning… in the salon.”He str
Sold to the Devil Chapter 35: Broken Vase
The sun cast long, lazy beams through the estate’s high windows, flooding the hallway with a warm, honeyed glow. Emilia sat in the corner of the garden salon with three other girls, each of them wearing soft pastel uniforms and faint smiles as they folded linen napkins and shared light conversation. The air smelled faintly of roses and old books.“My birthday is tomorrow,” Emilia said softly, not quite sure if she meant to say it out loud.“Oh? Really?” said Ivy, the bubbly brunette who’d grown quite fond of Emilia over the last few weeks. “You’re turning twenty, right?”Emilia nodded, a slight smile curling at her lips. “Yeah. It feels strange.”“Why strange?” asked Lyra, her hands moving deftly as she worked a delicate bow into a napkin.“I don’t know…” Emilia said, picking at a thread on her skirt. “I guess I didn’t think I’d still be here, in this place. Not like this.”There was a brief, thoughtful silence, before Ivy nudged her gently with her elbow. “Well, wherever you are, you
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