All Chapters of A Deal With The Devil: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Julietta / JuliaFor a moment, his question left me off balance. I blinked, certain I had heard him wrong. Why in the world would I stalk him? “Excuse me? Are you serious? Why would I stalk you when you’re hardly my type? Go find someone else to bug.” He stared back, his expression unreadable. My spine tingled with awareness as his eyes bore into mine. I was sure he could read my soul and my secrets. If he weren’t an as*hole, I would have fallen for his looks. Up close, he was so gorgeous; it gave me an inferiority complex. Chiseled cheekbones, sculpted lips, and a deep, smooth, velvety voice that poured into my bloodstream to make me flustered and wet. Was I overreacting to a man who hated me? “Good to know.” He closed the door in my face while I stood there like a fool. ‘Well, what else did you expect, Julietta?’ chided my inner mind. I didn’t know what I had expected, but definitely nothing romantic. The man was indifferent, unapproachable, rude, and strictly forbidden. I liked

Julietta / Julia“Where do you live, Aunt Julia?” Diego asked from the backseat. He was the most adorable boy I had ever met - kind, curious, mischievous, yet a thorough gentleman when he wanted to be one. “66 West St, Brooklyn. But you can drop me at the Greenpoint Avenue crossing.” I didn’t dare to glance at his smoking-hot father beside me. His behavior annoyed me so much, I had no wish to acknowledge his existence. Although he was behind the steering wheel, I was happy to give him the silent treatment and interact only with Diego. It had the desired effect of shutting him up in front of his son. “Oh, that’s not a problem at all. We’ll drop you at West St. Right, Dad?” I glanced at his dad to see the grim look on his face. A brief nod was all he conceded. “Umm, you can drop me off at Manhattan as well. I’ll take the subway or walk.” I watched Mr. Sylvester’s jaw clench at my question. Well, he brought it on himself. I hadn’t begged him to drop me home. “I wouldn’t want you to

Julietta / JuliaAfter breakfast, Mr. Sylvester accompanied me to Mr. Hayes’ house and paid him all his dues. I had no say in the matter. All the while, I stood like a truant schoolgirl watching them discuss me and my issues. Later, I walked into my apartment in a dazed state. “I can stay here now. Thank you for clearing the debt, Mr. Sylvester.” I smiled with relief, but it was short-lived. “No. You won’t live in this matchbox. Pack up whatever you have.” I rushed inside in a state of confusion. “I’m used to living in a matchbox. Really!” But he wasn’t listening. “Jesus!” he muttered as he made his way through Fiona’s mess in the living area. She was our fifth flatmate who slept in the living room. “How many of you live here?” “Umm, five.” I walked into the cramped bedroom I used to share with Stella. “You can wait outside, Mr. Sylvester.” “Why? What do you want to hide? Do you share your bedroom with a guy?” He scowled at me, making my jaw drop. “No. We were five girls sharin

Dominic A surge of fury coursed through my body, sending my mind into overdrive. The wish to confront Julia Mitchell was all I could think of. I hadn’t expected her to leave since she had no money to repay me ever! Then where did she get so much money from? Had she sold herself to the highest bidder in my absence? The thought alone brought me all the way to her apartment. After Kimberly’s betrayal, I had lost faith in women and their double standards. How could I think Julia would be any different? It was good I hadn’t given in to Diego’s crazy demand. Julia Mitchell wasn’t fit to be his mom. She was of the same quality as Kimberly.It was good that I came here. Julia’s flatmate’s remark about an earlier male visitor confirmed my suspicions. It made my blood boil, and I stormed towards her, ignoring the other women glaring daggers at me. I was too preoccupied with teaching Julia a lesson to notice them. “You’re coming with me, Julia.” I grabbed her arm to take her home with me. How

DominicAfter dinner, when I went downstairs, I found Mom sitting with Julia in the living room in front of the television.“Where did you learn your culinary skills?” Mom asked her as they sipped some drinks, both looking relaxed in each other’s company.Julia hesitated, glancing my way discreetly. “I learned it from my nanny. She was the one who brought me up.”“I can see she’s done a good job. So, do you live with your parents?” Mom was her chatty self, and I could see the discomfort in Julia’s gaze.She glanced in my direction as I entered their space. My body immediately reacted to her. Images of her checking me out in my bedroom flashed across my mind, arousing me again. It was impossible to stay immune anymore.I had to get away. Yet I wanted to hear their conversation. I wanted to see how Julia manipulated my mom’s mind. She was tough, and no one had done so before. Then how did Julia fool her?I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down at the bar, swiping my phone to messag