All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ortensia POV A month later.I’d been trying on dresses for what felt like hours, and every single one got a disapproving look from Vito. “I’ve literally gone through all the clothes in this boutique, Vito. What the hell?” I snapped, glaring at him from the fitting room mirror. He didn’t even blink, just lounged on the sofa with that signature smirk of his. “I don’t like any of those things you tried out,” he said, his tone flat, dismissive. He called them the clothes things. I sighed, clutching the fabric. I actually loved them.“You don’t like any?” I teased, rolling my eyes. “So what you’re saying is... this boutique, which literally belongs to you, sells clothes without taste?” My voice dripped with mockery, but I knew what I was doing. Vito’s jaw tightened instantly. “Then I’ll have to fire the manager of this boutique for selling these things,” he muttered. “They don’t look classy one bit.” He pulled out his phone, his fingers already dialing.My mouth fell open. “Wait, what?

ORTENSIA A well-dressed host stepped onto the stage, commanding attention with an effortless charm. We sank back into our seats, the weight of the earlier interview and Vito’s public announcement lingering in my chest.My mind still raced, and my heart still pounding, as I tried to focus. The host began speaking passionately about the Women of Milan Empowerment Fund, detailing their initiatives to uplift female entrepreneurs and creatives across the city. When he finished, the audience erupted in polite applause, and a famous Italian soprano, Giovanna Bellini, rose, her voice soaring beautifully, filling the hall with pure, emotive resonance that left everyone captivated.My hand rested lightly on Vito’s, seeking comfort, and he didn’t move it away neither did he pull back. These days, just his presence made me feel safer.When Giovanna Bellini finished her performance, applause filled the room, loud and sustained, fading slowly into a soft murmur as the first courses were served. T

VITO Today was the day we were leaving for the yacht party Valentino had invited us to. Four days ago, Enzo had come back with his report, saying Valentino was too clean. The kind of clean that made my gut twist. Nobody in power ever came out spotless, there was always dirt, always blood somewhere under the nails.The morning felt too calm, Ortensia excitement buzzing like static. Meanwhile, I couldn’t shake the unease crawling beneath my skin. Something about Valentino didn’t sit right with me.Enzo had said, “Boss, there’s nothing... no debts, no bribes, no shady deals. The man’s record is perfect.” In this world, perfection was the biggest lie of all. I’d seen men hide their sins, I’d seen angels with knives under their wings."You’re going to make us late, doll!" I called from downstairs, impatience rough in my tone as I checked my watch."I'm done!" she shouted back, her voice echoing before she appeared at the top of the stairs. Her hair slightly messy, a sheen of sweat on her

Who wouldn’t know Saskia Venturi? Ortensia certainly did… which woman wouldn’t? Saskia was a fashion icon of Europe, the creative force and owner behind Venturi Casa. Every woman admired her, every magazine, every social event, and every runway whispered Saskia Venturi's name.Makeup, couture, perfume... if it existed, Saskia had her touch on it. She was the kind of woman who seemed untouchable, glamorous, impossible to ignore. Her influence stretched across countries, and her power wasn’t just in wealth... it was in her presence, her ideas, her unstoppable vision.Saskia wasn’t just a name. She was a phenomenon that women aspired to emulate and men could only notice in awe.A millionaire, a very big name, yet Ortensia’s eyes were fixed on Saskia as she looked at Vito. There was a softness in her gaze, a lingering warmth that spoke of history, of unspoken feelings that hadn’t faded.The way she held his eyes… it was clear she still cared, maybe even loved, though life had pulled them

Vito walked back to the room and pushed the door open, expecting to find Ortensia where he had left her. The room was quiet, but something felt off. His eyes scanned quickly, taking in the bed, the floor, and every corner, yet she was nowhere to be seen. Confusion tightened in his chest. Where had she gone? He took a cautious step inside, searching for any clue, trying to understand how she could have disappeared so suddenly and silently.The server still held the tray, balancing the plates and bottles carefully. “Keep it on the table there,” Vito instructed, pointing toward the side of the room. The server nodded and set the tray down with measured precision, ensuring nothing tipped or spilled.“You can leave the room now,” Vito said, his tone carrying more than a command. It was as if his frustration, tension, and worry were being poured onto the unsuspecting server. The male server expression remained polite, but he sensed the weight behind Vito words. The server turned toward