All Chapters of In Bed With The Devil : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven With every turn, every close and every curb. Olivia found herself even more confused than the last. She was barefoot, barely clothed, disheveled with beads of sweat forming at her forehead, tired from all the running with the fear of being caught by her mafia husband’s henchmen…worst of all she felt her anemia slowly creeping in. She was bound to pass out any moment from now. At the sight of blood from under the table during breakfast, Olivia’s reality finally dinged in her brain and she knew she had to run away. She took a sweep of her environment from the terrace and knew the house wasn’t heavily guarded, a little bit of eavesdropping at Cillian and Maria’s conversation helped her know her husband had some important shipment landing in—it could be guns and drugs for all she knew, she didn’t care, she just had to leave. Hence the house being less guarded than the night of her arrival. It was not a thought out plan, escape through the terrace wi

Chapter Thirteen Geraldine Goddamnit, Olivia screamed at the realization of her naivety, and how she was conned back into the arms of her husband. The tear stains on her cheek dried quickly after her curt session of sobbing, slowly she regained her composure, reluctantly resigning to her fate as she moved to the shopping bags on the floor. There was no use crying over spilt milk now, her father owed a debt and it was her job to repay that debt—even if it meant being stuck in a marriage with a tyrannical maniac as Alex Maldov himself. There were a lot of bags, too much in fact. She enjoyed the vanity of dressing up and going out with her friends— friends…it was a funny thought now, as she wasn’t sure she had any of those now. The pink fuchsia robe laid gently on the edge of the bed called out to her, gently she picked it up and couldn’t help but admire the color. The sudden thought of Alex loving it on her flashed through her mind, she gagged just imaginin

Chapter Fifteen Geraldine sat at the master seat at the dining area. With her, Davina Maldov—Alex’s aunt, Harold Maldov—Alex’s uncle and Damien Maldov—the prodigal cousin. It was a shock, the news about the addition to the Maldov family without the notice of everyone around. Alex was known for his reckless practices but this was just unacceptable in their books, they had traditions to uphold and bringing a strange woman could jeopardize the integrity of the family. Olivia wished nothing more but the sweet pleasure of death as they made their way into the living room. Dinner was already placed at the center of the table—A fully roasted turkey, corn salad with gravy and peach cobbler for desert. Her nostrils flared as her mouth salivated just at the sight of it, then her eyes met with Geraldine and her tastebuds turned sour. She glanced around the table, only four people were present which was a slight streak of relief as she thought she was meeting a lot

Chapter Seventeen “ Get away from me!!” Olivia screamed, scrambling out of the bed as she grabbed a pillow, a form of defense of the sorts. Alex, amused, crossed his arms lightly. She noticed the gauze around it, and a revery of the events from last night slowly crept its way back into her memories., “Get away from me.” She said more defiantly. “You need to rest,” his voice calm, trying to placate her. She was scared, frantic, and bound to run away as soon as she got an opening, “ breakfast?” he asked. Olivia was dazzled by his obnoxiousness, there was no way this man was acting like he didn’t shoot his uncle in front of her last night. It could’ve been a dream, nightmare perhaps but she knew what she saw and it was a whole new side of him…more monstrous, more evil, more dangerous. She wanted to get away as far as she could. “ I don’t want your breakfast,” she responded, her voice, strained from all the stress, “ I want nothing to do with

Chapter Nineteen Marco knocked on the door to the master bedroom two hours later. Olivia opened it to see her husband’s henchman all fully dressed, like her bodyguard. He cleaned up nicely, she noticed, more refined from the scruffy look she was used to. “Yes??” “I’ll be driving you around town today.” He was not a man of many words, Olivia also noticed. Different from the first time she met him, now he talked to her with the utmost form of respect….a part of her hated that. She frowned, “Where’s Cillian?” “Cillian is out on his usual business,” Marco answered as he checked the timepiece wrapped around his wrists, “Are you ready ma’am?” Olivia was disappointed with the new development. Alex was smart, putting Marco on her guard who was much hefty then scrawny Cillian. She couldn’t hatch a more elusive plan to escape now. “Give me five minutes,” She almost shut the door when she paused, “—uhh where are we going?”