All Chapters of Sold to the Devil : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The estate was unusually quiet.Since Dante’s departure, everything felt… off. The air didn’t hum with his presence anymore. The guards were less rigid, the maids whispered more freely, and Emilia—Emilia felt it the most.She wandered through the east garden during her break, a place she rarely visited. Its thorny hedges and tightly pruned rose bushes always felt too perfect, too unnatural. Still, something about the silence comforted her. Perhaps it was the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden specks on the stone path. Or maybe it was just the illusion of peace.She bent near a fountain, letting her fingers trace the surface of the water. Mochi, her sleek black kitten, trailed behind her, leaping from stone to stone with a grace she could never hope to mimic.“You have a cute little shadow,” came a voice behind her.Emilia froze.She turned slowly, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him leaning casually against a pillar.Marcello.She hadn't seen him since th

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting warm golden hues across the vast garden. Emilia sat on the edge of a stone bench tucked beneath the shade of a flowering wisteria, her fingers gently stroking Mochi's soft fur as the kitten purred lazily on her lap. The estate was unusually quiet, but her heart wasn't.Dante was back.That morning, the air had felt different—charged, alive. Rumors among the staff had confirmed it. Mara had mentioned it casually at breakfast. “The master returned late last night,” she said, and Emilia’s spoon had paused midair, the porridge forgotten.He was back… yet she hadn’t seen him. Not even a glimpse.Emilia sighed and looked down at the fluffy creature nuzzling her palm.“You’d think after all that daydreaming, the least he could do is say hello, right?” she muttered, her voice low and slightly bitter. “But no. Nothing. Not a word. I’m just back to being invisible again.”Mochi meowed softly, tilting her head up as if in agreement.“I mean,

The evening air was cool, laced with the scent of blooming night jasmine. Emilia had gone into the woods behind the estate, hoping to clear her thoughts. Ever since Dante returned, her emotions had become a tangled mess. She had no idea where she stood with him anymore, and the uncertainty was eating her up inside.Mochi, her kitten, was curled up inside her coat as she wandered off the path. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting long shadows across the forest floor. She didn't notice that she had wandered too far until the sounds of the estate were long gone.She turned to head back, only to stop when she heard something—a branch snapping. Her heart leapt. She looked around."Who's there?" she called out, her voice small against the vast silence of the woods.No answer.She took a step back, her instincts screaming at her to run. But before she could move, a shadow emerged from behind the trees. Then another. And another.There were three of them. Men dressed in bl

Emilia stirred slowly beneath the soft sheets of her bed, her head pounding with a pain so intense it felt like her skull was being split open. She blinked against the sunlight streaming through the large windows, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The familiar warmth of her room wrapped around her like a blanket, but her memory was shrouded in a fog she couldn’t clear.A sudden jolt of panic surged through her chest. “What happened last night?” she whispered, fingers touching her temples. She remembered going outside, then the shadows, fear, and nothing.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. She looked up to find Dante standing in the doorway, dressed in black, his expression unreadable."You're awake," he said quietly, walking toward her.Emilia gave him a weak smile. "Barely. My head feels like someone tried to crack it open with a hammer."Dante sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with narrowed eyes. “You were attacked,” he said, voice c

The grand halls of the estate buzzed with activity. Tonight’s event was no ordinary gathering. High-profile guests from various powerful families began arriving, each one stepping into the estate adorned in luxury, escorted by security guards and flanked by their entourage. The estate had never looked more dazzling, lit with ambient golden lights that kissed every marble pillar and velvet curtain. But despite the festivity, the air was tense with anticipation.Emilia stood near the window in one of the quieter corridors, watching the black cars pull into the estate one after the other. There was an unsettling feeling in her chest, like something was wrong. She couldn’t explain it, but her skin prickled with unease.She glanced down at Mochi, who sat calmly by her feet, tail flicking rhythmically. “I don’t know, Mochi,” she whispered. “Something feels off.”She turned to head toward the kitchens, her instincts pushing her to check on the other maids and offer help. Helping always made