All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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91: Her Father

Vito’s barefoot pressed furiously against the polished marble of the cold ground of the elevator, as it descended, his heart beating so fast for the safety of Ortensia.Fear gripped his throat like a vice. He didn't do fear, he dealt in absolute control. But the those words from Rico, had shattered that control in an instant. When Vito rounded the corner and burst into the kitchen, the sight that met his eyes made him skid to a halt, the heavy iron grip of his handgun lowering slightly.Rico was standing over a groaning figure pinned to the tiled floor, his knee pressed hard into the intruder's back. Standing a few feet away, leaning heavily against the granite kitchen island, was Ortensia.Her chest was heaving, her dark hair wildly disheveled, and her eyes wide with a fear.Vito closed the distance between them in three long strides, his eyes frantically scanning her body for any signs of injury. He let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief, reaching out to cup her face with h

92: Bring Me Names

The smell of bleach and disinfectant smell everywhere in the air, a contrast to the metallic tang of blood that had saturated the kitchen only an hour prior.Vito’s workers moved, scrubbing every polished surface until the marble gleamed once more.Every fragment of the intruder, every piece of bone and spray of grey matter, had been meticulously packed away into industrial bags, leaving the room looking as though the horror had never occurred.They all head to the meeting room, Vito sat at the head of the long mahogany table in the room, his face an impenetrable mask of anger.Beside him, Ortensia looked small in the high-backed chair, her hands still trembling slightly despite her attempt to maintain a calm composure. Rico stood by the window, his eyes scanning the perimeter outside before turning back to the room.“Someone is fucking with you, boss,” Rico said, his voice echoing in the hollow silence. “To get an operative with a cranial charge past our sensors? That isn't just a m

93: Aggressive Anger

Vito’s pulse hammered against his neck, a rhythmic thud of pure, unadulterated rage. He had spent years building a fortress that was supposed to be untouchable, yet today, it had been breached. Worse, the woman he loved… the one person he had tried to keep out of the filth of his world had become a pawn.She was the center of a jagged chessboard where her ghost of a father and the serpent Ricardo were moving pieces he couldn't see.He reached his bedroom door and shoved it open, the heavy door thudding against the stopper. He didn't turn around as he heard the frantic click of Ortensia’s heels behind him."I want to be alone, doll," he growled, his voice vibrating with a warning he hoped she would heed.He stood by the window, staring out at the darkened grounds where his men were still sweeping the perimeter."No," Ortensia snapped, the door slamming shut behind her. "You are fucking out of your mind if you think I’m just going to sit in a corner while your enemies try to kill me."

94: Someone We Know

The morning light filtered through the arched windows of the estate, but for Ortensia, the brightness felt like an intrusion. Every muscle in her body ached, a physical manifestation of the trauma from the night before.Vito’s words… ungrateful whore, echoed in her mind louder than the sound of the birds outside. It wasn't just the verbal assault, it was the way he had asserted his dominance afterward, the punishmen of throat fucking her… forceful oral sex that left her feeling like a stranger in her own skin.She had spent the early hours of the day hiding in the sun-drenched library, the one place she hoped he wouldn't look. But the fortress was his, and his eyes were everywhere."Boss demands your presence, Miss Ortensia," one of his men said, bowing his head slightly as he stood in the doorway."Tell him I'm busy," she replied without looking up from a book she wasn't actually reading.Ten minutes later, another man appeared. "Don V is calling for you, Miss.""Tell him to keep cal

95: In Her Skull

“It’s okay,” Ortensia said softly, her voice breaking the tension. “I’m also sorry for what I said yesterday. I shouldn't have accused you of using me as bait. I know you would never endanger my life like that.”She reached out, her fingers grazing his sleeve. Vito looked down at her hand, his expression unreadable, before he stood up from the chair.“It’s okay, doll. I’m not mad at you,” he said.It was only then, as he stood up that Ortensia noticed his clothes. He wasn't wearing his lounging robe or the casual shorts he usually wore. He was dressed in a charcoal trouser, with a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked like he was dressed to go out.“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, a small pit of sadness forming in her stomach. After the chaos of the previous day, the thought of him leaving the mansion felt like a breach in her safety net.“I’m going clubbing with a few other gangs,” he replied, checking the gold watch on his wrist. “A neutral ground meeting for busines

96: Crying In The Bathroom

The Next DayThe sprawling gardens of the estate, usually a place of relief, now felt suffocating. Vito stood near the marble fountain, the rhythmic splash of water doing nothing to drown out Eleonora’s voice in his head from last night. “I’m carrying your child.”He took a long drag of his cigar, the thick smoke swirling around a glass of neat bourbon held in his other hand. His eyes were bloodshot, his mind a jagged mess of consequences.If she was telling the truth, the fragile world he was building with Ortensia wasn't just under attack from outside… it was rotting from the inside.A soft crunch of gravel alerted him. He didn’t have to turn to know it was her. Ortensia’s presence always had a specific frequency, a warmth that usually calmed his jagged edges. Today, it only made his stomach churn with guilt."You’ve been out here for an hour, Vito," she said softly, stepping up beside him. She wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes searching his impenetrable profile."You barel

97: Do You Really Love Me

Vito was a shell of himself… a man haunted by a ghost he had created in a moment of weakness.He stepped through the doors of the mansion. He was hungry, the kind of hunger that gnawed at your stomach when your mind was too busy racing to remember the last time you ate.He bypassed the living areas and headed straight for the dining room.The table was set with the usual perfection. Silverware gleamed against the dark wood, and a spread of roasted meats and seasoned vegetables sat in the center. But the steam had long since vanished.The oils had congealed on the surface of the sauces, and the bread was starting to harden. It had been sitting there for a long time.Vito pulled out his chair, the screech of the wood against the floor sounding like a scream in the silent house. He sat down and piled a plate high, forced a few bites into his mouth, but they tasted like ash.He kept glancing at the door, expecting Ortensia to sweep in with that defiant tilt of her chin, demanding to know

98: Come In

Vito froze for a heartbeat, his hand hovering over the duvet. He looked at Ortensia, really looked at her, and felt a pang of something that felt dangerously like fear."You know the answer to that, doll," he said, his voice dropping into that gravelly, certain tone he used when he was commanding his world to stay in place."I’ve burned down half the city to keep you under this roof. Don't ask questions we both know the answer to." He said.He didn't wait for her to respond. He couldn't. The weight of his own secrets made it impossible to hold her gaze for too long. Instead, he channeled his guilt into movement, tucking the heavy wool blankets around her with aggressive precision. He began to pace the length of the marble floor, his boots clicking rhythmically."But this? This stunt in the shower?" He gestured wildly toward the bathroom. "You’re acting like a child, Ortensia. I told you I needed space, that I had business to settle, and you decide to freeze yourself to death? You're

99: I Know About The Pregnancy

The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on as Eleonora brushed past Vito, her shoulder glancing off his in a move that was purely intentional.She stepped into the mansion, shaking the rain from her hair like a cat that had just claimed a new territory. Vito didn’t even look at her, his eyes were glued to Ortensia. She looked so small standing there in that oversized robe, but her voice had carried the weight of a judge passing a sentence.Vito didn't wait for Eleonora to settle. He turned on his heel and followed Ortensia as she retreated toward their master suite, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He shut the door behind them."What the hell was that, doll?" Vito demanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl. He paced the length of the rug, his hands shoved deep into his pockets to keep them from shaking."Why would you invite that woman into this house? Why would you ask her to come in?" He asked.Ortensia didn't look at him. She walked over to the window

100: Nipp

Ortensia wasn't just crying, she was leaking soul-deep agony, the kind of raw, jagged weeping that made her small frame shudder.“Ortensia, please,” Vito begged.The sound was wrong… it was a crack in a voice that was supposed to be made of iron and blood. He reached for her, his large hands trembling, but she recoiled as if his touch were a brand of white-hot coal.“Don’t touch me! I’m leaving, Vito! I am done being the doll you keep in a golden cage while you’re out filling other women with your lies!” Her voice was a shriek, raw and stripped of its usual elegance.“You aren’t going anywhere!” Vito roared back. It wasn't a threat of violence, but a cry of pure, unadulterated desperation. He stepped into her spacs.“I didn't know what came over me, doll. I swear to you on my life, on my soul, I wasn't in my right mind when they... when it happened. I was under the influence of alcohol.”Ortensia let out a jagged, mocking laugh that ended in a sob. “Alcohol? You’re Vito Marino. You

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