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Chapter Two : The devil's wife
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2025-07-06 00:17:10
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The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Eighty- Four: The silence between Them
Lorenzo told her everything in the kitchen.Not in the study where strategy lived. Not at the long table covered in files and photographs and carefully organized plans.The kitchen.Morning light spilled through the windows, pale and quiet. A cup of coffee sat untouched between them, already going cold. Somewhere outside, gravel shifted softly beneath the gardener’s rake.Ordinary sounds.Ordinary light.And then Lorenzo told her that Viktor knew she was the witness.Not recently.Not because of some mistake they’d made.He had always known.Natalie stared at him without speaking as the words settled heavily into the room.But it was the next part that changed everything.Lorenzo told her he had known too.Before the wedding.Before the contract.Before she ever stepped into this house.The reason he had taken her away from Viktor Roman on what was supposed to have been her wedding day had never been convenience or business or even strategy.It had been survival.He had done it becaus
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Eighty-Three: Viktor Calls
The call came on a Friday morning while Lorenzo was shaving.Later, when Natalie tried to remember that day, that was the detail that stayed with her most vividly. Not the conversation itself. Not even what came after.Just the ordinary beginning of it.Lorenzo standing at the bathroom mirror with one sleeve rolled up, jaw tilted slightly as he dragged the razor down his face. Morning light spilling across the tiles. The soft hum of the house waking up around them. A completely normal morning.And then his phone lit up on the counter.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on her shoes, when she noticed him stop.Not dramatically. Just… still.His hand hovered for half a second before he picked up the phone and looked at the screen.“Viktor,” he said.His voice didn’t change at all.That was what unsettled her most.No tension. No surprise. No hesitation. Just the same calm tone he used for everything else, as though the name had cost him nothing to say.Natalie had learned b
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Eighty-Two: Esmeralda Moves a Piece
The thing about fire was that it didn't announce itself. It didn't send word ahead. Didn't knock. Didn't give you the courtesy of preparation. It simply appeared in the smallest, most ordinary place, a curtain hem, a forgotten candle, a wire that had been fraying quietly for years and by the time you smelled the smoke, it had already decided how much of your life it intended to take. Esmeralda had always understood this. It was, in fact, the principle she had built her entire strategy upon. --- The story appeared on a Tuesday. Not a major publication she wasn't ready to go that large yet, didn't want the kind of scrutiny that came with size. A mid-tier gossip platform, the sort that dealt in implication rather than fact, in the carefully worded suggestion rather than the outright claim. The kind of place that understood how to say something devastating while technically saying nothing at all. The headline was brief. *Questions Around De Luca Bride's Past: Sources Speak.* Bel
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Eighty-One : The Call she didn't Expect
She had expected the call.What she hadn't expected was how it would feel to hear Isabella's voice crack at the edges — that thin, barely-there fracture in a woman who had spent years perfecting the art of having no edges at all. Isabella had always been smooth. Composed in the particular way of people who had learned early that showing weakness was an invitation. Hearing her sound like something held together with the last of its strength was not something Natalie had factored into the plan.She filed the feeling away and told her she'd be there.---Lorenzo was against it.He said it the way he said most things he was against — not loudly, not with the blunt force of a man accustomed to having his objections treated as commands, but with a particular quiet that carried its own kind of weight. He set down the document he was reading and looked at her across the desk and said, simply, that it was a risk they didn't need to take right now.Natalie listened to all of it.Then she told h
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Eighty- Isabella's Doubt
Fear had a smell.Isabella had learned that young. It smelled like her mother's perfume at three in the morning — that particular blend of jasmine and something sharper underneath, something chemical and anxious that no expensive bottle could entirely mask. It smelled like hushed phone calls and locked doors and the specific silence that fell over a house when the person inside it was planning something they couldn't say out loud.She had grown up inside that smell.She had simply never expected to become it.---The new house was quiet in a way that felt accusatory.Not peaceful quiet — not the kind that invited rest or reflection. The kind that pressed against the ears and made the ordinary sounds of living feel too loud by contrast. The drip of a tap. The settle of a floorboard. The sound of her own breathing in a room that had no history, no warmth, no accumulated texture of a life properly lived.Her mother had redecorated aggressively within the first week. Throw pillows in colo
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Seventy-Nine: What Anita Knows
There were women who carried secrets the way other women carried perfume. Quietly. Close to the skin. In a way that you only noticed if you leaned in too near — and by then, it was already too late. Anita was one of those women. Natalie had known her long enough to recognize the signs. The way she chose her words like a woman selecting fruit at a market — pressing each one lightly before deciding if it was worth offering. The way her eyes moved just slightly ahead of her face, arriving at conclusions before the rest of her caught up. The way she could sit across a table and tell you something devastating in a voice so level it took a full minute for the devastation to land. She had called Natalie at seven in the morning. Not a text. Not a message forwarded through the usual channels. A call. Direct and deliberate, the kind that meant whatever was coming couldn't wait and couldn't be written down. Natalie had been awake already. She usually was these days. Sleep had becom
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Twenty -Eight: Strange Family
In the garden, Anita was kneeling on the floor and Ivy towered above her, inflicting blows occasionally. She smiled with sickly pleasure with each blow. Her friends surrounded her laughing maniacally. "You think just because you left this household you're somebody now? " she scoffed. "You're
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Twenty seven : Bargaining chip
"You sure about this? " Anita asked her boss. Natalie bit her lips and sighed expressively. "I don't know, but it's worth the shot right? " she asked. Anita shrugged. It was the weekend. Natalie wasn't supposed to go anywhere, so she stayed at home with Anita making plans for her aunt to meet t
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Twenty-six : Fragile hearts.
"what?" Lorenzo looked away. "You shouldn't be naive, Cara. The wold isn't as innocent as you think. Not everyone loves you my dear" he said. she fumed. "That's not what I am bloody talking about and you know it!" she cried vehemently. "I know she's your aunt and all that, but you ca
The Devil Who Bought Me CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE : HMMM???
Lorenzo watched the two figures at the entrance of the company silently. "what are those two up to?" he said to himself but Marco heard him and decides to answer. "That's Mirabel, Natalie's aunt while growing up. She knows her as Zulu and that's her daughter Isolde." Lorenzo watched as the
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