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The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-Five: Overbearing and underhanded??
“What do you mean they all quit?” Natalie still couldn’t believe her ears.“What are we going to do now?, I have a press conference by the 2pm!” “2pm ? I thought it was 11am.” Fiona countered.“It was...she shifted it this morning.”Anita chopped in. “And right on time too. There is no way a press conference is holding with everywhere like this.” Natalie countered.“You’re right about that.” Fiona answered. “What of my samples? Are they okay?” She asked.Fiona nodded. “So? What’s their excuse for not showing up and quitting on me on a very important day like today?”Natalie asked.Fiona shrugged.“I don’t know. I just got the email from them all of once. I was shocked. I was still thinking of what to do when you came in. I’m really rattled by this. I can’t even think straight.” Fiona said, her voice shook like she was about to cry.Natalie knew how much work she’d put into this. Only God knew how this must have rattled her. “Well, staying here complaining about it won’t help our cau
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-four : Facing new fears
When she woke up Lorenzo was gone, the sheets were still rumpled, a testament to what they had shared the night before. A soft knock on the door brought her fully to her senses.“Come in.” She said. Anita Walked I’m grinning from ear to ear. Natalie blushed but tried to hide it.“Someone has a great night.” Anita teased.“And someone is being a little too nosy this morning.” She said sticking out her tongue.They both chuckled.“Where is my husband?” Natalie asked.“Oh! So it’s my husband now?” Anita chuckled. “Answer the question already.” She got out of bed. “He left with Marco very early this morning. I’m not his assistant so he didn’t drop his schedule with me.” Anita said sitting down in one of the sofas. Natalie rolled her eyes.“But you seemed to know everything about him before.“I worked as a maid here before, remember?”“Yeah, yeah. What’s my schedule?” She asked instead. “Fiona is at the perfume store already. Your perfume is really getting sold out. You have a press c
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-Three : Sleeping with my Husband
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and purple as they drove back to the mansion. The silence in the car was different now, no longer oppressive, but filled with a nascent intimacy, a fragile understanding. Natalie’s heart still thrummed, but it was a different rhythm now, one of anticipation rather than dread. Back in the mansion, Lorenzo led her not to her usual room, but to his own, a vast, opulent space dominated by a massive four-poster bed. The air was thick with his scent, a primal, masculine aroma that both soothed and aroused her. He closed the heavy oak door behind them, the soft click echoing in the sudden quiet. He turned to her, his eyes dark, unblinking, devouring her with a gaze that promised both passion and possession. He didn’t speak, didn’t rush. He simply stood there, allowing the tension to build, a palpable current between them. She felt a tremor run through her, a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Her body, betraying
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-Two : Little to Imagine
His gaze sharpened, a shadow passing over his face. “That’s irrelevant now. It was a mistake to even consider it.” “Tell me,” she urged, stepping closer, her hand finally reaching out, her fingers brushing his arm. The contact was electric, a jolt of raw sensation. “Please, Lorenzo. Tell me the truth. All of it.” He looked down at her hand on his arm, then back up to her face. His eyes were dark pools, swirling with a mixture of anger, pain, and something else, something she couldn’t quite decipher. “The truth?” he repeated, his voice rough. “The truth is, Natalie, you intrigued me. From the moment I saw you, fighting against your fate, refusing to break. You were a fire, a storm in a world of controlled flames. I saw a strength in you that mirrored my own, a defiance that called to something long buried inside me.” He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. “And then… then I started to see you. Not just as a means to an end, not just as a pawn in my game, but as a wom
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-One : Begging for mercy
The next morning, the mansion felt different. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken words and an oppressive silence. Lorenzo was gone. His usual early morning presence, the faint scent of his coffee, the distant sound of his voice on the phone—all absent. Anita, her eyes downcast, brought her a tray of untouched breakfast. “Signora,” Anita murmured, her voice barely a whisper, “the Signore… he left early. He instructed me to tell you that a car will be ready for you by noon. Flora called, we should be heading to the studio very soon, some perfumes needs to be completed." Natalie stared at the perfectly arranged pastries, the fresh fruit, the steaming coffee. It all felt like a cruel mockery. “A car?” she asked, her voice hoarse, still raw from the night’s tears. Anita nodded, her gaze flickering to Natalie’s face, then quickly away. “For your… departure, Signora. He says you can stay at the penthouse until you find your footing." Departure. It was happening. He wasn’t blu
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty : The Separation
His jaw tightened, a muscle clenching beneath his skin. “Grateful?” He scoffed, the sound sharp and disbelieving. “No, Natalie. I expected loyalty. I expected… something. Not this.” He gestured vaguely to the flash drive, the room, her. “Not this constant scheming, this relentless pursuit of my downfall.” “Your downfall?” She laughed, a brittle, humorless sound. “You’re the one who dragged me into this hell! You’re the one who keeps me prisoner!” “Prisoner?” He stepped back, his voice now laced with ice. “You have the run of this mansion. You dine at my table. You wear my clothes, sleep in my bed. You want for nothing. Hell I even let you run your own business, you have Rebecca. You have your own life! Is that imprisonment, Natalie? Or do you see it as a gilded cage you’re determined to dismantle?” “It’s a cage nonetheless!” she retorted, her eyes flashing. “And I will not be a bird in it. Not for you, not for anyone.” He stared at her, his expression unreadable, a silent bat
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