All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S POSSESSION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Next Morning: Selene's POVThe soft patter of water against the tile faded as I stepped out of the bathroom, a thin fog of steam trailing behind me. My skin still prickled from the warm shower, but the chill of reality quickly replaced the comfort. I wrapped the robe tighter around myself, my bare feet whispering against the cold marble floor as I walked toward the dresser.Today, I wasn’t going to the dining table. There was no way I could sit across from him—Ronan—not after last night. Not after the kiss. The punishment. The humiliation. My stomach churned at the memory, not from hunger but from a cocktail of rage, confusion, and something far more dangerous—something unspoken.A knock sounded on the door, light but firm."Come in," I said quietly, already halfway dressed, my voice barely above a whisper. I hated how soft it came out, how uncertain.The door creaked open, revealing a young maid in uniform, her eyes cast down with the careful submission they all wore like a second sk

Selene's POVI stepped out of my room, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. My outfit was deliberate—black tailored trousers hugging my hips, a silky purple blouse that complimented my skin, and a pair of matching purple heels that gave me just enough height to meet Ronan’s brooding stare head-on. A small clutch hung from my shoulder, the same shade of violet, completing the ensemble like punctuation at the end of a statement: I will not be invisible today.But the sitting room was empty. Cold. Silent. Ronan was nowhere in sight. I expected his looming presence on the couch or maybe a casual lean by the staircase, glass of whisky in hand, delivering some snide remark. But… nothing."Ma’am," a soft voice called out.I turned. One of the maids approached, her hands folded neatly in front of her. "The boss asked me to inform you that he's waiting in the car."I gave her a curt smile. “Thank you,” I said.There was a strange weight to those two words as they left my mouth. T

The hallway of Ronan’s company felt like walking through a corridor of royalty. The air itself held a kind of cold sophistication that clung to my skin like velvet laced with ice. Polished marble floors reflected the sparkling chandeliers above, casting prismatic light across the space like the walls themselves were made of diamonds. Everything screamed opulence—the kind of wealth that didn’t need to announce itself, but you felt it in your bones, like pressure in the air before a storm.Employees lined the hallway like obedient shadows.“Good morning, Boss. Good morning, Ma’am,” they echoed one after the other, their voices polite, measured, rehearsed.I forced a small nod in response at first, but after the fifth or sixth greeting, it felt like my neck was about to snap off. I quickly gave up, choosing to mimic Ronan’s cold indifference. He didn’t spare them a single glance—his jaw set, gaze locked forward, and posture screaming authority that needed no acknowledgment.But me? I fel

I sighed, shaking the thoughts of Ronan from my head like water from drenched skin, forcing my feet to keep moving through the corridor. The company was vast, intimidatingly pristine, and impersonal—like everything in Ronan Blackwood’s world. My heels echoed against the cold marble, a soft click-clack that barely masked the louder rhythm of my thoughts.I was supposed to be doing a tour—just a simple walk to stretch my legs, to clear my head. But peace, it seemed, wasn’t mine to have today.As I rounded the corner near the marking block, my ears caught the faint sound of voices. Laughter, too—low and sharp, the kind that didn’t hold humor but something crueler. I told myself to walk away. I should’ve walked away. But then I heard it.“She’s nothing to him.”The words stopped me like a slap to the face. I froze, my breath catching in my throat.“I bet she’s just a fling. A plaything. One of those disposable girls he toys with.”Another voice chimed in, skeptical but softer. “I don’t kn

Selene's POVThe air in the hall turned thick—almost suffocating—as Ronan’s words echoed with brutal finality. For a moment, no one moved. Then, all at once, the entire marketing team dropped to their knees like crumbling towers, desperation etched into their faces."Boss, please, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said anything…" one of the girls cried out, her voice trembling with fear. Her hands were clasped in front of her, knuckles white as she begged."Please, Boss," another woman joined in, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It was a mistake. I swear it won’t happen again. Please don’t do this to us."Ronan’s lips curved into a cold, cutting smile. The kind that made the airdrop ten degrees colder. "Of course, it won’t repeat itself," he said, his tone light but deadly. "Do you know why? Because none of you will have the chance for it to happen again."Silence followed, heavy and absolute.My heart clenched.I stood there, rooted beside him, watching the way fear and shame painted itse