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Chapter Fifty-eight : Blurred lines
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The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-Nine : Seeds Of betrayal
The chill of the marble floor seeped through Natalie’s silk slippers as she moved through the darkened halls. Moonlight, thin and silver, sliced through the tall archways, painting stark shadows that danced with her every step. The mansion, usually a hive of quiet activity, now held its breath, a vast, opulent tomb. She clutched a small, leather-bound notebook, its pages filled with the meticulous script of Anita’s observations, Lucian’s whispered hints, and Isabella's unwitting revelations. Every detail, every overheard conversation, every seemingly innocuous fact about Lorenzo’s empire, she had committed to paper, a weapon forged in secret. Her destination: Lorenzo’s private study. Isabella had whispered so obviously about the room and how it held all the family secrets. "That room is timeless, You don't need to ask random people questions. All your answers were there." she has said. How she knew, Natalie couldn't fathom, Given that she had come to stay with her in the de Luca
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-eight : Blurred lines
The attack, though repelled, left an unsettling residue. Lorenzo tightened security, his movements more watchful, his gaze more intense. He still pursued the truth of Marco’s death, still pressed Natalie for memories, but there was a subtle shift in his approach. The urgency was still there, but now laced with a protective edge she hadn’t seen before. He invited her to join him for dinner in his private study that evening, a rare intimacy. The room, usually reserved for his solitary work, felt different, softer, with the low glow of a fire in the hearth. “Viktor Roman won’t give up easily,” Lorenzo stated, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “He’s desperate. Losing you, losing the Grimaldi assets, it’s a significant blow to his standing with Gideon. And with Esmeralda.”"Grimaldi assets? what is his stake there? why is he interested in that too? " she asked.Lorenzo sighed. "your uncle is deep in debt to Viktor, that's why he needed your parents fortune, that's why he kille
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-Seven : His Queen
One afternoon, a frantic call from Flora shattered the fragile peace of the De Luca estate. “Signore! There’s… there’s been an incident at the south gate!” Flora’s voice was breathless, laced with panic. “A convoy… armed men… they’re demanding to speak with the Signora!” Lorenzo’s blood ran cold. *Armed men*. His mind immediately went to Viktor Roman, to Esmeralda, to Gideon. They were making their move. He found Natalie in the library, still surrounded by documents, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Natalie,” he said, his voice clipped, urgent. “We have company.” She looked up, her eyes wide, sensing the shift in his demeanor. “What is it?” “Viktor Roman,” he stated, his jaw tight. “He’s here. And he’s not alone.” Before she could react, a loud crash reverberated through the house, followed by the splintering sound of wood. The south gate had been breached. The air crackled with a sudden, terrifying tension. Lorenzo moved with practiced speed, pulling a sleek, black
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-six: A dive into the past
He left her then, leaving her alone with the ghosts of her past, the weight of his accusations, and the terrifying realization that her entire life had been built on a foundation of lies. Her uncle, a monster. Her parents, victims of his greed. And she, an unwitting key to unlocking a truth that could destroy them all. Driven by a desperate need for answers, Natalie began her own investigation. She used the resources of the De Luca household, subtly at first, then with increasing boldness. Flora, her assistant, a quiet woman with eyes that missed nothing, became her unwitting accomplice. “Flora,” Natalie began one morning, while at the studio trying to create another scent, feigning a casual curiosity, “I’ve been trying to organize some of Lorenzo’s old documents. He mentioned something about a shipping manifest from… 15 years ago? The night of the Grimaldi, my family's fire. Do you think you could locate it? It happend the day my parents died in a car accident." Flora, ever ef
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-five : Hidden Agenda
He began to move, a slow, powerful thrust, then another, pulling almost completely out before driving back in, deeper, harder. A moan, long and guttural, tore from her throat as her body responded, arching against him, meeting his thrusts with an instinctive rhythm. The bedsprings creaked a frantic symphony beneath them, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that consumed them. He leaned down, his lips finding hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his hips continued their relentless rhythm, a primal dance of ownership and surrender. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust, the pleasure building, a relentless, overwhelming tide. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes still burning into hers. “Remember, Natalie,” he gasped, his voice ragged, “remember everything.” He increased his pace, driving into her with a fierce, almost desperate urgency, each thrust a deeper claim, a more profound possession. Her body, a traitorous landscape of
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-Four: Devilish Temptation
He carried her, not towards the door, but deeper into the room, towards the opulent, king-sized bed that dominated the far wall. Each step was a deliberate, powerful declaration, her body swaying with his rhythm, her face buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating musk of his skin, the subtle spice of his cologne. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of confusion, anger, and a terrifying, undeniable thrill. He laid her gently on the silken sheets, his gaze never leaving hers, a predatory gleam in their depths. The soft mattress yielded beneath her, a luxurious trap. He leaned over her, his hands bracing on either side of her head, caging her, his body a warm, heavy blanket over hers. “Don’t fight me, cara,” he murmured, his breath warm against her lips, “not now.” His eyes, usually so guarded, held a flicker of something raw, something akin to desperation. He watched her, his gaze sweeping over her face, searching for a sign, a flicker of underst
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