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Chapter Seven: East Wing
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2026-04-24 01:59:17
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The Devil's Possession Chapter Seven: East Wing
ElenaThe east wing had four rooms and a window that looked out over the garden.I had memorised all of it by the end of day one.The bedroom was large and cold, with a bed so wide I could sleep diagonally and still not reach the other side. The bathroom had marble floors and hot water. The sitting room had two chairs, a table, and a shelf of books someone had placed there for me.I did not know what I was supposed to do with myself. That was the honest answer.I had spent thirteen years knowing exactly what every hour required. Wake at five. Light the stove. Begin the cleaning. At my uncle's house, there was never a moment that did not already belong to a task. Here the hours were simply mine.It was the most uncomfortable thing that had ever happened to me.On day two I tried to read. I got through the same page eleven times. The house was too quiet. Not the quiet of an empty place, but of a full one holding itself still. Men moved through the corridors without sound. I never heard
The Devil's Possession Chapter Six: Property
AlessandroShe was still here.I had half expected to wake up on the first morning and find the east wing empty. A broken window. A knotted bedsheet. Something dramatic and foolish. The kind of thing a frightened girl would attempt when left alone in a strange house.But she had not run.She had made breakfast instead.Agatha informed me of this with the particular tone she reserved for things she wanted me to pay attention to. But I did not pay attention to it. Instead, I took my coffee to my office and I did not go to the kitchen, and I did not think about it again.That was day one.Day two, I had meetings from seven in the morning until past midnight. Shipments from Genoa. A dispute between two of my captains. A call from my lawyer in Rome that lasted two hours and resolved nothing. I did not see the girl at all. I was not trying to avoid her. I simply had no reason to seek her out.Matteo stopped by my office at nine with a folder and a look I did not ask for."The girl," he said
The Devil's Possession Chapter Five: Cage of Glass
ElenaHis touch burned.Not like fire. Like ice. The kind of cold that steals your breath.I stood on the stage with his fingers under my chin, and I could not move. The men in the room were watching. All those hungry eyes. All those cruel smiles.But his eyes were different. Grey. Cold as winter steel. And empty."Your new owner," he said.The word hit me like a slap.Owner.I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. But my body would not listen.He released my chin. "Come."I did not move.His eyes narrowed. "I will not ask again."My feet moved before my brain could stop them. I followed him through the crowd. The men parted like the sea. They would not meet his eyes.Who was this man?We walked into the cold night air. A black car waited. A man in a suit held the door open."Get in."I looked at the street. The dark alley.If I ran, where would I go?Back to my uncle?My uncle.I thought of him shoving me into the car. His empty eyes. The way he did not look back when he walked away fro
The Devil's Possession Chapter Four: The Auction
AlessandroThe warehouse sat at the edge of the city like a wound that refused to heal.Broken windows. Graffiti on the walls. Rust on the metal door. From the outside, it looked abandoned. Forgotten. The kind of place where teenagers went to drink cheap wine and pretend they were dangerous.But I knew better.Behind that rusted door, some of the darkest transactions in Northern Italy took place. Drugs. Weapons. Women. Nothing was off limits at the black market auction. And tonight, I was walking in."You should let me go first," Matteo said beside me.We sat in the back of my black sedan. The driver killed the engine. The street was dark. Quiet. Too quiet."No," I said."Don Alessandro, if something happens—""Nothing will happen."I stepped out of the car. The cold air hit my face. I straightened my jacket and walked toward the warehouse.Matteo followed two steps behind. He always stayed two steps behind. I taught him that twelve years ago.The metal door had no handle. No bell. No
The Devil's Possession Chapter Three: Sold
ElenaI pressed myself against the basement wall and held my breath.The voices upstairs were muffled, but I could hear enough. The man with the cold voice. My uncle begging. The gunshot that had made my ears ring.And then silence.I waited for more sounds. For footsteps. For another shot. For anything.Nothing came.My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. I grabbed the washing machine for support. The metal was cold under my fingers. My hands were still raw from the bleach, the skin cracked and bleeding.I had to get out of the basement. I had to see what happened.But I could not move.The fear was too big. It filled my chest, my throat, my lungs. I could not breathe. I could not think. I could only press myself into the wall and wait for something to happen.Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. I did not know anymore.Then I heard footsteps on the stairs.My heart stopped.They were heavy, slow and deliberate. The footsteps of a man who was not in a hurry. A man who had all
The Devil's Possession Chapter Two: The Devil's Domain
AlessandroThe basement smelled like sweat and blood.I sat in the leather chair at the center of the room, a Cuban cigar burning between my fingers. The smoke curled toward the ceiling, twisting in the dim light. In the corner, a man hung from chains bolted into the concrete wall.His name was Franco.He had been one of my drivers for five years. He had also been stealing from me for eight months. Small things at first. Packages that went missing. Money that never made it to the accounts. Nothing I would notice, or so he thought.But I noticed everything.Two of my guards stood over him. One of them, Enzo, held a metal pipe. The other, Carlo, had his arms crossed, watching. Franco could barely lift his head. His left eye was closed. He had been there for four hours. He would not last another.I took a slow drag from my cigar. The ember glowed red. I let the smoke sit in my lungs for a moment, then I let it drift out."How many packages?" I asked.Franco lifted his head. His good eye
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