All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Why did you…” I started to speak, my voice low, tired, and my stomach still twisting in hunger and anger, but she cut me off like my words didn’t matter.“Oh please,” she said, already rolling her eyes, her voice fake like some actress playing innocent on stage. “Why did I what? You think I did this on purpose?” She gave this sarcastic little laugh, her head tilted, and her lips curled. “Oh please.”She really thought I was stupid. Like I didn’t see it, like I didn’t feel the sharp intent in the way she moved. I saw the flick of her wrist, the way her hand struck that plate. I saw her face before and after, she didn’t even pretend to be sorry.That wasn’t clumsiness, and it wasn’t some dumb accident. It was clear as daylight, it was very obvious that she wanted to humiliate me, and she did it with a smile like she enjoyed every second.I stepped forward a little, not too close, but enough to let her know I wasn’t afraid. I looked her dead in the eyes.“See… I don’t know what you’re g

Before he reached the door, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. “Vito, please. I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaking, tears already sliding down my cheeks as I sniffed hard, trying to breathe through the fear.In that moment, memories rushed in like a slap to the face. I remembered Sebastian… the driver. The one Vito killed because of me. All I did was beg him to help me escape one night. I thought I could get away, thought someone would protect me. And it lead to Sebastian death.That’s what happens when I forget who Vito is: dangerous, cold and quick to act. And now, I had opened my stupid mouth and told him Rico brought me food. Just like that, I put another man in danger.But something happened. He didn’t move.The way I held him, my arms tight, my head buried into his back… it froze him. Like my touch dragged him back from the edge. His chest rose and fell, he was still breathing like a beast, but he wasn’t walking out anymore.“I’m sorry, please,”

I found my way downstairs, moving like someone who had just fought a war. My legs were sore, and my thighs hurt. My lower belly? It was screaming pains. I held it with one hand as I entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out the nylon bag Vito brought last night… the same food I refused to eat when he gave it to me. I was angry, stubborn, and scared last night. But now, my stomach didn't care about any of that.I placed the nylon bag on the counter and opened it. It was risotto alla Milanese, golden and creamy. The rich smell of saffron hit me first, warm and buttery, like comfort wrapped in luxury. It looked expensive. The kind of food served in big restaurants in Italy. My mouth watered.I placed it in the microwave, waited, then served it nicely on a plate. I sat at the small dining table in the kitchen and started eating slowly. Every bite made my belly feel a bit better, but the pain was still there. I winced again and held my stomach. I thought maybe it was from al

“F-fuck…” Vito groaned, his voice rough like gravel, his chest heaving with every breath. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the blood soaking through his shirt. The knife was still stuck deep in his side, pulsing with every beat of his heart. Ortensia stood frozen. Her hands shook, and her mouth opened but nothing came out. She wanted to scream again but all that left her throat was a dry breath. Rico burst through the kitchen door. His eyes landed on her first. “Miss Ortensia, are you okay? Why scream like that?” he asked, his eyes darting around, and his voice sharp with worry. She couldn’t speak. She just raised one trembling finger, pointed down at where Vito laid. Rico’s gaze dropped, and his whole face changed. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling his pistol from his waistband. In a second, he swept through the kitchen like a ghost on a mission, checking every corner, his body coiled tight. Then he grabbed the intercom. “Boss caught a blade! They fùcking stabbed him,

And in that moment, I felt like the dumbest person alive.All this time, I called Vito a monster. A killer, a heartless man with blood on his hands. But he killed my stepfather because he saw him about to stab my mother with a knife. He didn’t do it out of rage or for power. He did it to save her. And I, the loudmouth with a temper, called him the devil.He saved my mother. What if he hadn’t been there? What if he didn’t follow them home? My mother would’ve died. She would’ve bled out on that floor, and I’d be crying over a grave instead of hugging her now.“After his burial,” my mother continued, her voice soft, “Vito helped me out. He renovated the house. It’s now looking like a real place, Tensie. It feels like home again.”I stayed quiet. My throat tight.“And when I asked him why he was being so kind to me,” she went on, “and what kind of person he was… he just smiled. He had a gun on him, and there were men beh