Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By The Devil: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Alex“Are you deaf, son?” Mother yelled. This time her voice was getting louder. My stomach twists with familiar dread.I should have known better than to involve her. I should have known she’d turn this into another chance. “I want you to do it now.”“Mom, please keep your voice down.” I tried to sound calm, but my voice shook. “You don’t want Father to hear this, do you?”“Do you think I care?” She laughed, but it was mean and cold. “Do you really think I care if he knows or not?”My heart started beating fast. She was getting out of control, and that was bad for me. “Calm down, Mom,” I whispered, looking around the room. I felt trapped. “Please.”“If you want me to calm down, then do what I tell you.”I knew that voice. It was the same voice she used when I was little, right before she would hit me for getting bad grades.“Okay.” I gave up and stood from my chair. My legs felt weak. “I’ll do it now.”“Good, son.” Her voice suddenly became sweet and loving. It made my skin crawl bec

Adriano“What the hell is going on here?” I yelled, my voice echoing through the house. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I stared at the mess in front of me. “Are you seriously fighting in my house?”The sight made my blood boil. Both women looked like they had been in a real battle. This was my house. My rules. And someone had broken them.“You’re back,” Erica said, trying to stand up. Her hair was messy and her clothes were torn. She looked like she had been through hell.“Do you care to explain why you are fighting with your patient, Erica?” I questioned, my eyes shooting daggers at her. The anger inside me was growing bigger and bigger.“It isn’t like that,” she answered quickly. Her voice was shaking. “She caused it.”“How?” I walked towards the sofa slowly. I sat down and crossed my legs, trying to look calm. But inside, I was burning with rage. “Tell me exactly what happened.”“I wanted to check her wound, but she refused,” Erica said. Her words came out fast, like she

AzaleaHe led me outside. Four bodyguards dressed in black were waiting for us.“Good evening, sir,” they all said, bowing their heads.Adriano helped me into the car, then got in beside me. Through the window, I watched in horror as the bodyguards poured gasoline all over the house.Within seconds, flames shot up into the sky. The house was burning as we drove away, destroying all evidence of what had happened.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice small and scared.“Don’t ask questions,” he replied, closing his eyes. “Knowing too much can get you killed.”I immediately went silent. The threat in his voice was clear. The car was quiet except for the sound of the engine as Matteo drove.I looked back one last time at the burning house disappearing behind the trees. Soon we were back in the busy city, with people walking around like nothing had happened.“Where are we going now?” I asked again as we started leaving the city behind.“Shut your mouth,” Adriano yelled at me. “Stop

Azalea“Not yet,” she replied, helping me stand up. “He’s waiting for you in the dining room.”My stomach twisted. More time with him meant more chances for him to hurt me with his words.“Waiting for me?”“Yes, ma’am,” Mica said. “We should go.”Mica led me through the house. The servants we passed smiled and said I looked pretty, but their words felt hollow after what Adriano had said.“We’re here,” Mica announced, stopping at the entrance to the dining room. “Master is right there.”She pointed, but then stepped back. “No one is allowed to approach him while he’s eating.”“You’re here,” his deep voice made me shiver with fear. He didn’t look up from his food; he just kept eating like I didn’t matter. “Sit.”I sat as far away from him as I could. If I could have stopped breathing the same air as him, I would have.“Come sit here,” he commanded, finally looking up at me. His eyes studied my face for a long moment. “You look... different.”Different. Not pretty, not beautiful. Just di

Azalea“Good. I will reward you when we get home.”“Mr. Giordani!” someone called behind us.Adriano’s body tensed beside me. When he turned, the warmth vanished from his eyes, replaced by something cold and predatory.“Oh. It is you.”“It’s nice meeting you here, sir,” the stranger replied, before turning his gaze to me. “And who might this be?”“My wife.” The pride in Adriano’s voice was fake, but it sounded convincing. “Azalea Amara De Luca.”My blood turned to ice. Why had he said my full name? It felt like he was marking me, claiming ownership of me in front of everyone.“Ah, it is Madam.” The man held out his hand, and I forced myself to take it. “It is a real pleasure.”“The pleasure is mine,” I said, forcing a smile despite the nerves fluttering in my chest.“Enough with the pleasantries. What can I do for you, Mr. Luke?” Adriano suddenly asked, cutting through the polite conversation.“I have a business opportunity that might interest you, sir.”Without another word - or even