All Chapters of Bought By The Devil In Suit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

The Auction

Present DayELENAThe heavy iron chains clanked against the polished marble floor, announcing my arrival. I refused to let them see the fear that gnawed at my stomach as they led me towards the stage. My wrists were raw and sore from the rope binding them, but I held my head high. They could take everything else from me, but not my pride.As I was shoved onto the stage, a blinding spotlight hit me like a blow. It illuminated every inch of the flimsy, lacey fabric draping over my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The wolves in the audience snickered and hooted, their cruel laughter ringing through the vast room.But I stood tall and defiant, letting them look all they wanted. Deep down, I promised myself that one day, I would make each and every one of them pay for this humiliation.“Gentlemen, feast your eyes on the rarest of treasures!” the auctioneer announced, his voice oily and theatrical. “Elena De Luca—daughter of the infamous Lorenzo De Luca. A feisty virgin. A perfec

Last Updated : 2025-01-07

A double Life

Ten days before auctionELENA POV“You know what your problem is, Elena?” His voice is rough. “You’ve got no ambition. None. Look at you—what are you even good for, huh?”I don’t flinch. Not anymore. Instead, I let my eyes wander to the chipped paint on the wall behind him. This house—this life—is falling apart in slow motion in front of me.I watch the morning light stream in through the cracked window, illuminating the dining room in all its neglected glory. Dust clings to the surface of the table like it belongs there, a permanent resident of the De Luca estate.Lorenzo De Luca, my father, sits slumped in his chair, legs on the table, his robe barely tied over his sunken chest, his hair sticking up in greasy tufts. A half-empty glass of whiskey dangles from his fingers, and his eyes, bloodshot and bleary, narrow on me as if my very existence is offensive.I sit across from him, hands folded neatly in my lap, dressed in my usual modest blouse and slacks. To anyone watching, I’m the p

Last Updated : 2025-01-07

Markel Zeus Arrives

Three days Before the AuctionELENA POVIt’s been a peaceful week without Lorenzo's constant inebriated rants and violent outbursts.A week where I’m not beaten and can sleep in peace.He left a note on the kitchen counter, pretending to have an important "business" to attend to. I know the reality—he’s away on his annual mafia cruise, indulging in women, gambling, power games, and attempting to cling to the world that had forgotten him long ago. My heart races as I retrieve my duffel bag from my bedroom. Inside, it holds everything I need to escape my old life and start again: fake identities, encrypted backup drives, and stacks of cash I withdrew yesterday morning, along with cards.My other persona—CIPHER is never going to surface again. I’ve wiped all my equipment clean, deleted digital evidence of my existence, and burned everything down. By the time Lorenzo returns from his cruise trip, I’ll be gone.I’m finally in control of my life.The sea, mountains, waterfalls... Beautiful

Last Updated : 2025-01-07

Uncle Ady

Back to PresentADRIAN POV “W-Why my hands? Do you have an obsession with chopping hands?”Her instinct is clearly to refuse because of what happened at the auction. Can’t exactly blame her. When I planned to go to the auction, I sure as fuck didn’t think she’d be one of the women getting auctioned.And certainly didn’t plan to bring her to my place. But alas here she is. I did so only because of our little past. It stirs a memory within me. So letting her be taken by someone else wasn’t an option at all.Reluctantly, she holds out her hands, trembling. I slice through the ropes, my blade cutting cleanly, exposing the angry red marks on her pale skin.I rub the red marks. “Don’t mistake this for freedom. You run, I’ll find you. And next time, I won’t be lenient.”She glares at me. “Lenient? That’s what you call cutting off someone’s hand?”“Would you rather I left you at the auction where a fat old man would have taken you to his bed tonight?”Her lips trembles with anger. “I didn’t

Last Updated : 2025-01-07

The Gilded Cage

ELENA'S POVHe doesn’t bother coming after me to the balcony. Now I understand why. The mansion is built on a cliff surrounded by the sea. The only way out of the mansion is the way we came in from.Motherfucker.I’m not jumping from here, I have revenge to take… from everyone who bid for me at the auction, the fat guy whose hand he chopped.Markel Zeus.Lorenzo.And Adrian...I come back to the room, meeting his knowing eyes as I pick the coat off the floor, cover myself again, and sit down at the desk.Big blue eyes glare at me. “That was attempt one. Next attempt, I’ll throw you into Ghost’s room where he will rip the flesh off your body.”“You cannot keep me here forever.”“Let’s make one thing clear,” he grabs my ankle and lifts it. “You belong to me now. That means you follow my rules.”“And if I don’t?”I bite my lips as he presses around the deep cut on my sole.“Then you’ll learn why no one defies me.” The servant knocks on the door and comes in with a bowl of warm water and t

Last Updated : 2025-01-07

Rightfully belongs to whom?

ADRIAN POVShe forces her drowsy eyes to flutter open, fighting against the sedative, scratching the back of my hand with her blunt nails. Does she ever give up a fight? Her weak attempt stirs something inside my dead heart that I can’t figure out what it is. Something fierce. Something protective. Dark.“Check her,” I order Alex when she falls asleep, her hands going limp. I pull the covers down and rub the glaring red needle marks on her neck. Markel uses drugs on the girls he auctions to keep them docile for his clients when they do dirty stuff, which either turns them into addicts or kills them within a year. Alex checks her eyes, mutters something, and samples her blood, all the while giving me a look. “Just ask.” “You never bring home the woman you want to fuck.”I don’t bring my woman here because I have a child living here. Can’t let her see or hear things.“Who said I want to fuck her?” Maybe I do. She’s an ethereal beauty. When I saw her on stage, shivering in the cold but

Last Updated : 2025-02-03

The morning after

ELENA’S POVPoke. Poke. Poke.The sun is warm on my face, I can feel the light. But there is something poking my cheek. I swat it thrice, but it keeps repeating.There’s a soft fragrance of cherry blossom, mixed with something musky.Hmm… calming.A soft growl and hot breath tickles my neck.I pull the blankets higher and snuggle. No more Lorenzo. No more dusty house. Just me and my freedom. My first morning in Japan.A loud roar next to my ear shakes me awake.My eyes fly open. I bolt up straight only to see a white furry monster sitting by my head. Just inches away from biting my head off.“Don’t scream. Ghost doesn’t like it.”My head snaps at the little girl standing next to me. My mouth closes shut. No scream leaves. It can't anyway.Sophie is still in her PJs, carrying bed hair and morning blush on her cheeks. “Good morning.” She gives me a surprise peck on my cheek.I scramble down from the bed to check myself. I’m still wearing the same flimsy clothes from the auction, which

Last Updated : 2025-02-04

FIGHTING FOR LIFE

ELENA’S POVI swallow. I’m not sure if it’s the man making me nervous or the papers, which makes no sense. And him glaring at me with those blue eyes instead of answering isn’t helping either.“Are you going to explain, or am I expected to read your mind?” “What is there to explain? I’m sure you can read.” He takes a step toward me, and I retreat mine, willing my legs not to shake. “Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?”I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them. Lorenzo once tried to set me up with one of the Ravens at a party, but they are like gods, aristocrats. That guy didn’t even bother to look at me or Lorenzo, like we were invisible. That

Last Updated : 2025-02-05

Mia Moglie (My wife)

ADRIAN'S POVI slip my hand behind her head and gently free the long wild tangled tresses she hasn’t combed yet. She has the most luscious dark hair, resembling the girl in Sophia’s storybook—what was the name--Ah Moana!Creamy skin, not a speck of makeup on her face, thin arched eyebrows, high and defined cheekbones that gives her a regal air, yet they soften with the gentle roundness of her face. Her lips are full and kissable, and the tiny beauty spot on her upper lips is God’s own work.Every expression she makes only enhances her beauty.She’s all natural and untamed, straight out of one’s imagination.Her green eyes stayed locked on mine, unlike others who can’t maintain eye contact with me for more than a few seconds hers are showing all types of expressions from fear to astonishment to anger.Gosh, such expressive eyes.It’s distressing to smell my products on her other than her sweet soft fragrance. Distressing but sensual.“If you are done staring get off me.”As soon as I’m

Last Updated : 2025-02-11

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