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Chapter 45: Shadows and Whispers
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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
Sold to the Devil Chapter 52: Suprise
The estate was unusually quiet.Since Dante’s departure, everything felt… off. The air didn’t hum with his presence anymore. The guards were less rigid, the maids whispered more freely, and Emilia—Emilia felt it the most.She wandered through the east garden during her break, a place she rarely visited. Its thorny hedges and tightly pruned rose bushes always felt too perfect, too unnatural. Still, something about the silence comforted her. Perhaps it was the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden specks on the stone path. Or maybe it was just the illusion of peace.She bent near a fountain, letting her fingers trace the surface of the water. Mochi, her sleek black kitten, trailed behind her, leaping from stone to stone with a grace she could never hope to mimic.“You have a cute little shadow,” came a voice behind her.Emilia froze.She turned slowly, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him leaning casually against a pillar.Marcello.She hadn't seen him since th
Sold to the Devil Chapter 52: Meeting
The conference room was dimly lit, yet tension flared like fire among the men gathered around the massive mahogany table. Each man seated there was powerful—leaders of mafia families that had ruled for decades, some for centuries. But none commanded the fear and respect that Dante Calhoun did. He sat at the head of the table, silent, fingers steepled, his face an unreadable mask.The silence broke when Giovanni Lucchese, an old but shrewd mafia don, leaned forward.“Dante,” he said coolly, “the council demands an explanation.”Dante did not move. “For what?”“For the extermination of the four allied families,” Giovanni replied. “We’ve all heard the whispers. You didn’t even give them the chance to plead their case.”“They betrayed me,” Dante said simply, voice like ice. “Betrayal must be answered with blood.”“They questioned your leadership, not your authority,” said another don, Fabio Romano. “It was a debate, not a rebellion.”“They questioned me publicly,” Dante replied, his voice
Sold to the Devil Chapter 50: Dangerous Game
The moon hung low in the sky, veiled by thick clouds, casting the Calhoun estate in shadows. The west wing was quiet, but behind one closed door, a storm was slowly brewing.Lillian sat at her vanity, brushing her hair in slow, methodical strokes. The mirror reflected her cold expression—eyes sharp, lips pursed. Her thoughts were elsewhere, dark and restless.Behind her, Marcelo lounged on a velvet chaise, his jacket discarded, shirt half-unbuttoned. He nursed a glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid with idle interest.“She’s become a problem,” Lillian muttered, placing the brush down.Marcelo raised an eyebrow. “You don’t say.”“I’m serious, Marcelo.” She turned in her seat to face him. “It’s been a week since your failed stunt with the council. Four of the families are gone—everyone knows Dante orchestrated it. And now Emilia’s still breathing. Still smiling. Still—here.”Marcelo chuckled darkly. “Don’t act like you’re the only one seething. I had plans, Lillian. Big ones. And
Sold to the Devil Chapter 49: Mochi
It had only been a day since Dante left, but to Emilia, it felt like weeks. She didn’t understand why she felt so… empty. Her heart felt heavier, her chest tighter, and her thoughts more scattered. Everything she did, every room she entered, every corridor she passed, she expected to see him—standing tall and cold, watching her with those unreadable eyes.But he wasn’t there.She sighed for the umpteenth time that day, pausing halfway through polishing the silver in the kitchen. Her gaze had drifted again, far away from the task at hand. Mara, who had been watching her closely, finally snapped."Are you planning to polish that same fork until it disappears?" Mara asked sharply.Emilia blinked, startled. “I—I’m sorry.”“You’ve been like this all day. Snap out of it, girl. He’s gone, not dead,” Mara said with a frown. “Don’t make me remind you of your place.”“I know my place,” Emilia muttered under her breath, but she picked up the next piece of silver and resumed her task.Still, her
Sold to the Devil Chapter 48: Hatred
The bell rang through the courtyard, a distant chime that signaled the start of the next class, but Alissa hardly noticed. Her bag hung loosely off her shoulder as she walked briskly down the hallway, her sneakers tapping softly against the polished floors of the university’s modern building. She’d barely slept the night before, the image of Emilia’s face lingering in her mind—smiling, healthy, and standing beside Dante Calhoun like she belonged at his side.Alissa shook her head and tightened her grip on the strap of her bag.Focus, she told herself. You have class. You have exams. You have a life.She was just about to round the corner toward the psychology wing when she saw him—James.Her heart froze.He stood near the vending machines, back slightly slouched, eyes glued to his phone. His unruly dark curls were just as messy as always, and the black hoodie he wore gave him a certain edge, a carelessness that had once intrigued Emilia. Alissa’s stomach twisted.She ducked her head a
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
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