All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

“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