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13. Dinner With a Monster
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2026-10-28 20:10:11
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The Devil I Lied To 14. A Lock Without a Key
I am sitting on the velvet settee in one of the lesser-used halls of the mansion. A book is open in my lap. This hall is near the library; I don't know why I wander into that part of the wing. My eyes have been locked on the same line for over an hour, not that I can recall a single word.The library is massive; I assumed it was off-limits like so much of this place. Also, why would my captor let me explore a place where a lot of secrets can be buried? But no one has stopped me from coming into a library, and here I feel like no one is watching me. Not even Lucien.A low sigh escapes my lips when his name comes to my mind again. I run a thumb along the book's edge. Again, thoughts and questions are barraging my mind. Why Lucien has invited me to dinner with his inner circle like I belonged. When I don't. Not really.The conversation from last night keeps looping in my head. I keep thinking about Lucien's calm voice, his cryptic statements, and the way he watches me without actually sa
The Devil I Lied To 13. Dinner With a Monster
I tug my deep blue dress a little higher on my chest as I step out of the elevator, my heart thudding like a bass drum in my ears. The dress fits like a glove, silky, backless, and far too fancy for a simple dinner. I thought I was having dinner alone with Lucien; the way he summoned me made it sound like something...intimate.But when I open the tall double doors, my breath catches in my throat. The dining table stretches across the room like something out of a mafia movie. Crystal glasses, polished silverware, and candlelight flickering off gold-rimmed plates.And people. A lot of people. I don't know why, but here I am, a bit disappointed. Maybe I wanted to be alone with Lucien Moretti. But why? Before I can think further, my eyes are drawn to Lucien, who is sitting at the head of the table like a damn ruthless king. To his left: Matteo, arms folded and smirking. Rafe, already sipping red wine. Clara, in a sleek green dress. Elena, looking sharp and icy as usual. Beatrice's face l
The Devil I Lied To 12. Lucien’s Cold Stare
I pass Elena; she is leaning against the wall, arms folded like a bored cat watching birds."Hello," I say, calm, like it is just another Tuesday. I don't stop. Don't smile.Elena arches a brow. "You got a death wish, or you finally grow a spine?"I turn slightly, just enough to meet her eyes. "Guess I am figuring out which one it is."We look at each other for a beat, and then Elena gives a half-smirk. She tilts her head in something that may have been approval.Rafe comes around the corner next. Of course, when there is Elena, there will be Rafe. He is using a phone with one hand and spinning a gun in the other hand like a fidget spinner."Where are you headed, doll?" He asks in his usual mocking tone, but not as sharp as before."To the kitchen," I say. "Or maybe I'll stop and chat with Clara. Haven't decided if I am hungry or curious."He blinks at that, just a flicker, but it is there. I see it. That little flash of surprise. No one stops me now."I heard Lucien has eyes on you a
The Devil I Lied To 11. Her Silent Rage
It has been five days since I started breathing the heavy, silent air inside this gothic mansion. Each day bleeds into the next, with the same cold floors and the same uniform routine. Eat. Sleep. Talk in hushed tones with Clara and Beatrice like they are plotting a prison break. Repeat.I have stopped trying with Viviana. Whatever warmth the woman may have is buried too deep to reach. Clara once told me that Viviana had worked here before Lucien even owned this place. "She is like a living ghost. "Beatrice has muttered over a cup of chamomile. "Knows everything. Says nothing."I am not sure what unnerves me more, Viviana's silence or the way this mansion seems to breathe around me. Walls whisper. Door moan. Shadows clung like secrets.Today, something shifts inside me and I dare to wander further than my permitted area. Maybe I want to do something that will make Lucien come and meet me or maybe tell me about the reason he is keeping me here. I'm bored and curious and only Lucien Mor
The Devil I Lied To 10. Whispers About His Past
After finishing my breakfast, I mumble a quiet "Thanks" To Viviana, who doesn't even lift her eyes. The silence between us stretches too long, too heavy. I tilt my head and say. “I hope I didn’t bother you.”Still no response.With a sigh, I scrape my stool back, the sound harsh against the tile, and stand. Viviana doesn't look my way, doesn't say a word. Just keep drying the same spotless spoon like her life depends on it.I take a hint and walk out of the kitchen. My steps are soft, but my mind is racing. I have hoped for some human interaction, maybe even a crumb of kindness, but Viviana has sealed herself off behind cold loyalty and dead eyes.The hallway is long and dimly lit. I don't know exactly where I am going, just that I don't want to stay still. Air is expensive and suffocating. My fingers brush the wallpaper as I turn a corner, just something to hold on to.Then...bam.I nearly collided with a tall girl standing at the end of the corridor. I step back quickly, blinking.
The Devil I Lied To 9. The Staff That Fears Her
After stepping out of the bathroom, I walk into a closet bigger than the one I had in Brooks mansion, where I used to live. I pull on a beige knitted sweater, soft and oversized, the sleeves swallowing my wrists. Off-white slacks followed, fitted but cozy. I take a moment to look in the mirror. I completely forgot how I looked in these three months. Now I am looking at myself, but it feels like a prisoner is standing in cashmere.My stomach growls, loud and persistent.I need food. Anything, even burnt toast, will do.I recall the rules Lucien told me. Allowed to roam. Not to speak. This wing of the mansion.Fine. I can work with that.I wander through polished hallways, silent and endless, the sound of my flat shoes lingering faintly in the space. Oil paintings line the walls. Heavy drapes framed the tall windows. The whole place smells like power, money, and danger.Ten minutes have passed. Maybe more. I am starting to think I'll die of hunger before I see another living soul in thi
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