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Chapter 53: The Beginning of the End
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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
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
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