All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The peaceful afterglow of the night completely vanished, replaced by a cold, dread that pierced right through her bones. Her mind instantly spiralled into the darkest, most horrific corners of what it truly meant to live under the roof of a mafia don. She was scared that maybe Vito had him tortured, probably because of the fact that Rico refused to tell him what her and him have been planning.The visual images were already a parasite in her brain… Rico tied to a wooden chair in some damp, isolated basement beneath the estate, bleeding and silent, while Vito’s men took turns breaking him down. She could picture the dark stains on the concrete, the metallic smell of blood.She felt a wave of intense nausea hit her, a crushing guilt that it was her territory war, her desperate hunt for the truth about Eleonora, that had ultimately put a lethal target on his back.She stepped closer to him, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides to keep them from shaking against the fabric of h

VITO“No, doll.” The words came out as a harsh, ragged whisper, tearing at the back of my throat.The silence that followed the gunfire was suffocating. My heart hammered against my ribs. There was absolutely no way I was going to leave her. Not now, not ever. She was everything, and the thought of her in their hands sent a wave of pure terror through my veins.I tried to lift myself off the debris-covered floor, but my body refused to cooperate. A sudden, blinding fire flared up in the three distinct gunshots places. My leg buckled, my arm throbbed with a sickening numbness, and a deep, tearing ache in my side told me exactly where the third piece of bullet had found its home.Three fucking bullets.They had hit me three times, and the damp, hot sensation soaking through my ruined suit jacket confirmed that I was losing blood fast.I forced my eyes to focus, blinking away the dark spots dancing across my vision. I looked around the wreckage of the dining room, looking for my security

The world seemed to tilt violently on its axis, spinning out of control until the room became a blur of walls and terrifying realities. My breathing stuttered, catching like broken shards of glass in my throat as I stared at the man standing in the doorway. The silence that followed his words was suffocating.It pressed down on my chest, making it completely impossible to draw a full breath of air into my lungs.I must have seen wrong. Or maybe I had heard wrong. The trauma of the ambush at the restaurant, the blinding pain radiating from my arm, and the gut-wrenching terror of watching Vito collapse had finally driven me insane.My mind had to be playing tricks on me. It was twisting his voice, distorting the words because my psyche was fracturing under the weight of too much grief and horror. It had to be a hallucination. There was simply no other logical explanation.Mr. Valentino.He had just used a word that did not belong to me. A word that completely shattered the foundation of

VITO:I opened my eyes, blinking hard against the stinging, aggressive glare of bulb directly above me. As the blurry shapes in the room began to settle, Dr. Alex’s face came into focus right above my bedside. She was smiling down at me, that perfectly calm smile that usually meant absolutely nothing good was about to follow."Alex," I croaked. My throat felt like it was coated in thick layer of dry sand, and my vocal cords scraped together painfully.Then, the fog in my brain cleared all at once, and the memories hit me. The flashing muzzle lights. The wet, hot pooling of blood. Ortensia’s desperate screams echoing through the dark warehouse right before the doors slammed shut. I looked up at the doctor, my chest heaving as pure adrenaline flooded my system."Alex... You did this?"Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second. How can she make me sleep for long knowing Ortensia was in danger?She adjusted the IV drip line connected to the back of my hand. "I had to, Vito. You were l

The silver platter sat completely untouched on the long, polished dining table, the steam from the prepared food rising slowly before dissipating into the cold, stagnant air of the massive room. Ortensia didn't eat with Valentino, even though he had asked her to do so multiple times with that perfectly polite, mask-like smile of his. Her stomach was tied in knots, and the very sight of the man sitting across from her made her skin crawl. She sat rigid in her high-backed chair, her eyes wide with a volatile mixture of raw anger, terror, and utter disbelief. The grand dining room felt less like a sanctuary and more like a beautifully decorated cage, its high ceilings echoing the tense silence that stretched between them."How?" Ortensia finally asked, her voice trembling but loud enough to cut through the quiet room.She looked at the man who had orchestrated her terrifying abduction from the restaurant, demanding to know how he could possibly claim to be her father."If you are truly