All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

He didn’t let her finish her sentence, without a word, he abruptly cut the call. There was no need to speak further… Vito was certain that the man Enzo had sent to her location had recorded every word from her side. Every confession, every excuse, and every tremor in her voice was captured.He didn’t need explanations anymore, the evidence will speak for itself, and he already had everything he needed to plan his next move with absolute control.He dialed another number, and it was answered on the very first ring.“Take care of Saskia Ventura’s business,” Vito said coldly. “Make sure it collapses into bankruptcy.”Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. He had been lenient with her before, holding back out of something he could no longer justify… but that softness was gone now. Whatever remained between them had been buried the moment she chose betrayal.She knew better than anyone that Vito wasn’t someone to be trifled with, yet she had crossed the line. Now, with Ricardo’

After she landed at the airport, she adjusted her grip on the handle of her small echolas, dragging it behind her as her eyes scanned the crowded terminal. She was searching for Vito, or perhaps one of his men, though she had no idea who exactly would be picking her up. “Miss Ortensia.” A voice called out through the crowd, and Ortensia turned, offering him a bright, genuine smile.“Mr. Valentino,” she replied, recognizing him immediately as the man who had invited both her and Vito to the extravagant three-day yacht party. “My goodness, that smile of yours… you look absolutely radiant, truly beautiful,” he said, his voice warm with admiration as his eyes lingered on her face.“Thank you,” she replied softly, slightly caught off guard but clearly pleased by the compliment.I “I think you’re a very sweet person,” he continued, his tone sincere, “and I would really like to become your very good friend, if you don’t mind.”Ortensia, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react to his s

VITOOn our way to the mall, I kept reminding Ortensia that it was her who had agreed to attend Valentino’s party in the first place. She sighed, clearly irritated, her arms folding tightly across her chest.“You know I can’t go alone,” she insisted.“You could always go with my men,” I suggested calmly, glancing at her, though I knew she wouldn’t like that idea either.Her eyes widened in disbelief. “No, Vito. I am going to that party with you, and that is exactly why I’m not the only one shopping today… you will shop with me too,” she said firmly, grabbing my arm before I could protest. I didn’t respond. I just don’t like Valentino… there’s something about him, a strange vibe that unsettles me. It wasn’t something I could explain, but I felt it deeply.“Please,” she said softly, still holding my hands, her grip persistent, her eyes searching mine for any sign that I might give in.“Fine, doll. But in the future, if Valentino or anyone else invites us to a party, don’t say a word. L

The darkness didn't lift all at once; it peeled back in jagged, painful layers. Vito’s head throbbed with a rhythmic, sickening heat that felt like a sledgehammer striking an anvil behind his eyes.When he finally managed to shove his weight off the mahogany bar, the room tilted violently. The music was still playing a smooth, mocking jazz… and the elite of the party were still sipping champagne, oblivious to the fact that the lion in their midst had been poisoned."Ortensia," he croaked, his voice sounding like it belonged to a dead man.He scanned the crowd, his vision swimming, but his doll was gone. The bathroom door was visible across the hall, but no one was coming out. Vito stumbled, his hand catching a passing server’s shoulder to steady himself. He didn’t wait for an apology, he shoved the man aside and lurched toward the restroom.He burst into the ladies' lounge, ignoring the startled gasps of two women at the vanity. He kicked open every stall door with a violence that ma

I stood frozen, my heart felt like a frantic drum against my ribs as Vito’s confession made me speechless. Why am I even speechless, when he is a monster… a killer.“That is why he doesn't want to be celebrated on his birthday… he remembers,” he said.It all clicked into place… the way Enzo flinched at my kindness, the way he moved through this house like a man serving a life sentence he’d accepted long ago.He didn’t want a celebration because, for him, the day of his birth was inextricably tied to the day his world was bathed in blood. I looked at Vito, standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking as immovable as a mountain.I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to ask him why he was so ruthless, how he could live with the knowledge that he had shattered a child’s life and then invited that child to sit at his dinner table for ten years.But I swallowed the judgment. In this world, morality was a luxury I couldn't afford.Instead, I looked into his dark, unyielding eyes and