All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The sudden vibration of my phone cut through the tense silence of the room. I snatched the device off the bedside table, my thumb swiping across the screen.The message was from an unknown, encrypted number. I read the words out loud in my head, each sentence dripping with mocking malice:You said you wanted revenge, that is why you took Ortensia in. You want her to pay for what happened to your late brother. So now that she is not with you anymore, why do you look so damn scared and worried?A cold, electric jolt of pure adrenaline slammed through my veins. I looked around the room, my eyes scanning the shadows, the dark windows, and the door. Someone was watching me. Someone knew exactly what I was thinking, exactly how much this was tearing me apart.Without a word, I reached under my pillow and pulled out my gun, the matte-black steel reassuringly cold against my palm. The metallic click of the safety catching echoed in the small space. Instantly, Enzo and Rico reacted to the shif

Just as Alex drove to her house, she pulled her sleek sedan into the dark, secluded driveway, killing the engine with a flick of her wrist. The headlights died, plunging the front yard into immediate shadows.She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, stepped out into the chilly night air, and hurried up the front steps. She unlocked the front door, slipped inside the foyer, and shut out the cold world behind her.She walked into the living room and got in, reaching out to switch the light on. The sudden bright of the overhead chandelier illuminated the space, and her heart stopped dead in her chest.She was met with a cold-looking Vito sitting casually on her armchair and crossing his legs. He looked entirely detached, like a ghost haunting her own living space, his pale face framed by the dark shadows of the room.His dark eyes locked onto hers with a terrifying, unblinking intensity that made the air freeze in her lungs.Instantly, her hand reached inside a gun hidden deep wit

The mansion was completely quiet, but the air inside the office felt too hot. Vito paced back and forth across the tiles. Behind him, Rico and Enzo stood with their arms crossed, their faces set in hard stone. Nobody spoke. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, and it was driving them all crazy. Vito had been waiting for a sign, any sign, since they dumped Dr. Alex’s body.He knew Valentino was out there, playing games and waiting for him to break.Suddenly, the door swung open. A young man, one of Vito’s men… he rushed in, his face completely pale and his hands shaking as he held a small cardboard box wrapped in thick packing tape."Boss," the soldier stammered, his voice cracking. "This just arrived at the front gate. A courier left it. He said it’s for you."Vito didn't say a word. He just jerked his head, and Enzo stepped forward to snatch the box out of the kid's hands before kicking him out of the room. Enzo placed the package right on the center of the mahogany desk. Ric

The heat from the burning vehicle was intense enough. Valentino stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the roaring fire that consumed the driveway. He reached into his coat pocket as his phone began to ring against his palm. He snapped it open and pressed it to his ear, his eyes never leaving the wreckage."Report," Valentino commanded."Sir, we have a big problem," Andrew’s panicked voice crackled through the speaker, competing with the distant crackle of the flames."Vito isn't in that vehicle. Our perimeter cameras just picked up movement deep inside the residential wing. Vito had entered the house. He's already past the secondary checkpoints."Valentino's jaw clenched. He shook his head, staring directly at the inferno."It can't be," Valentino snapped, his happy tone vanishing into a deadly whisper. "I am looking at the fire right now, Andrew. The rocket hit the target directly. The vehicle is completely obliterated. There is no way he survived that blast.""He was never inside

The bedroom was drowning in a frustrated silence. Ortensia sat on the edge of the mattress. Vito stood near the dresser across the room, buttoning up a clean, pitch-black shirt. His movements were slow, and entirely detached. Vito had refused to touch her, that was the punishment. Funny how the table had turned, it was him who used to punish her using sex, but now starving her with sex. Whenever she had been stubborn or defiant in the past, his dominance in the sheets was his weapon to break her walls.Now, his complete and utter withholding of intimacy was a far more brutal execution. He was locking her out of his space entirely, turning into a cold ghost.She hated it. She wanted him, she missed him, the physical craving for his touch mixing dangerously with the residual terror of Valentino house. She stood up from the bed, as she crossed the space, stopping just inches from his broad chest."Vito, look at me," Ortensia said, her voice cracking a little.Vito didn't even flinch.