All Chapters of In Bed With The Devil : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Chapter Forty-one Chapter Forty-one “What was that??” Olivia jolted sharply. Alex was also on high alert, despite his fever, as he quickly grabbed a pistol from right under the stool which was close to the bed. Olivia couldn’t believe her eyes as her husband cocked his gun, a scoff escaped her as she made to reach the noise ,when Alex grabbed her from behind. “Stay back.” Her eyes widened, “Huh?” “It’s the first rule of being safe, Liv.” He muttered, a sharp wince escaped his lips as he managed to bring himself to stand, “You don’t run head on into danger. Stay back, I’ll protect you.” Her eyes widened as she watched him limp to go grab a shirt. For the first time, she was scared. He was Alex Maldov, known to be ruthless and powerful, but right now he was subdued under the powerful influence of a gnarly fever. “No.” Shaking her head, “You’re not going anywhere.” Alex shot her a look, “Are you worried about me, Olivia?” She gulped ha

Chapter 43 “Your husband is in dire need of blood ma’am.” The doctor announced, “We managed to get rid of the bullet. Thankfully, it didn’t teach his aorta which I was scared of. All we have to do is pump him up after a few hours and he’s good to go, but I think he’s holding up great” Olivia heaved a sigh of relief, “Can I see him?” “Normally I wouldn’t advise anyone to come in as it isn’t visiting hours, but Mr Maldov could do either some support from the ones who care about him.” He responded. Olivia was already bolting into the ward before he was done speaking. There her husband was, seated upright with his chest bounded really tight with bandages. The speck of blood right at the side of his chest almost sent her senses reeling. “Hi.” Alex smiled. “You bastard!” She cried, lunging at him, “You promised!!” “I didn’t die.” He stroked her hair as she cried into his lap, “I kept my promise, Liv.” She was so emotional and yet she co

Chapter 45 Emelda Roxanne Maldov, also known as the ‘spider’. She went by many names, feared by many people, and was mostly known to be the eldest daughter of the Maldov family. The underworld thought she was dead, according to sources she was part of a plane crash on the way to Tuscany. They celebrated her death all over. She was a ruthless and evil being known for torturing innocent women and their children, Alex was the happiest of all as she was a big hurdle in getting to the position as top boss of the Maldov empire. They were never close—his sister, his brother being God knows where, and him. After all they had different mothers, with their father being married to Emelda’s mother and Alex being the illegitimate son of an affair according to her. He wasn’t illegitimate, he was the rightful heir and they all knew it, which was why they made his childhood a living hell and he vowed to make them pay. Emelda’s death came as a sweet token of satisfaction, w

Chapter 47 Two months passed since the last phone call and he was starting to grow impatient. They’d managed to regain control over the south Wharf, despite several attempts to thwart his regime and he’d gotten a few leads on who attacked him. Still, there was no sign of Olivia’s father and the people he was working for. Charles Camden was quick, too quick and too smart, he didn’t like that. “Boss,” Marco muttered as he walked into the room, “You might want to see this.” Alex frowned, taking off his glasses as he dusted his cigar into an ashtray. Marco handed him an envelope, his brow arched as he opened it to photos of Camden at the airport talking to the Italian mob. The bastard, he gritted his teeth. His father in law had too many allies, and he was running out of options fast. What was he planning exactly? He just couldn’t quite place his finger on it yet. “What airport is this?” Alex asked. “France.” “France.” He repeate

Chapter 49 “What story?” “A simple one.” “About what?” Alex stared at his wife for a moment, her eyes looked so tired and beautiful that he hated himself for making them that way. He clasped both of her hands in his and let out a deep sigh, “I was born out of wedlock, Liv.” Olivia’s brow arched at his obscure comment, “Pardon?” He shrugged lightly, “You heard me right. I was born out of wedlock. My mother was a maid to the Maldov family, she’d worked her ass off just to put a piece of stale bread on her family’s table. She was beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and that was all my father could see her for.” Olivia wasn’t sure where this story was headed, hence the bemusement on her face, “My father was married to the daughter of an underground Russian mob boss, she’s Emelda’s mother—a total bitch if you ask me. Everyone knew they hated each other, and yet stayed all for an alliance, hence my poor mother getting ogled by