All Chapters of A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Oh, my baby," Eloise gasped, collapsing beside the bed. Her daughter, Alisha, just a year and a half old, lay motionless with an IV drip attached to her frail arm. The sight drained the color from Eloise’s face.Laera placed a comforting hand on her friend’s back."Doctor, how is she? Please tell me she’s okay," Eloise begged, her voice cracking."She’s stable now," the doctor said with a reassuring smile. "She’s out of danger."Eloise heaved heavily, her knees buckling with relief."What happened to Alisha is a genetic condition called Hereditary Fructose Intolerance, known as HFI," the doctor explained.“HFI?,”Eloise looked from the doctor to Laera in surprise and turned back to the doctor, “I don't understand.”“HFI is a rare genetic disorder where the body can't break down fructose, and if a baby with this takes solid food containing fructose or sucrose, it would cause severe abdominal pain, vomiting, and lethargy, just like we saw today.”Eloise covered her trembling lips with h

On the last floor of Penafort corporation, in a dimly lit office that belongs to the CEO, laughter and giggles echoed out, the air in the room was filled with the exchange of passionate love that burns between two lovers. The half-naked, handsome CEO lies on the office brown sofa, his chest exposed, with his face beaming at the blonde lady who sits on him. Her skirt was bunched around her thighs, hair falling over her red bra, her blue eyes sparkling with intense affection for Mason. She giggled at whatever it was he said and hit his chest playfully. Mason stared affectionately into her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, warming her heart with his sweetness. “ You're so beautiful,” he couldn't refrain from complimenting. Tamara blushed, “Really?” she asked, “ more than your wife?” “ Oh, please!” Tamara burst into laughter, “What? What is please? Isn't she beautiful?” “ Who is beautiful? Have you seen her recently? There's nothing attractive about her, she

‘You ruined me, you looked me in the eye, watched me rock her to sleep, watched me kiss her scraped knees, sing to her, call her ours, and you said nothing. You let me grieve a lie while smiling in my face, and when I caught you with her, you didn't even flinch. It was all lies, the lies you happily fed me, the lies you made me build my world on. You knew all along, she knew all along, that the baby wasn't mine, you let me mourn the baby I never got to hold while raising someone else's. But it's all over now, there's nothing left for me, I lost my child, my family, and now, I've lost the life I thought I had.’Her body hit the ground heavily, blood streams out beneath her head, her face became pale with parted lips as if whispering her last words in pain. Her eyes fluttered, looking at her grandfather's watch getting soaked in her blood beside her, pain coursed through her body, but was nothing to the one from her chest. Her eyes became blurry, tears streamed down the corners of her e

“ Woah! He looks scary,” the doctor heaved a sigh as soon as he stepped out of the ward.“ But he is so handsome,” one of the nurses cooed, blushing, earning a side eye from Dr. James.He made to reply to her when he saw one of his patients’ relative dashing towards him. He smiled and made to greet her, but she dashed right past him without sparing him a glance. James's smile vanished as he turned back to see her race towards her grandfather's VIP ward.With her heart racing faster than her legs, she ran towards the ward and pushed the door open. Her legs halted on getting to the room, and tears gushed out of her eyes. Lying on the bed motionlessly was her grandfather.“ Pa!” she cried out and walked briskly to fall on her knees right by the side of the bed. With the mixture of joy and relief, she cried out of her eyes.“ He's alive, he's still alive,” she chuckled bitterly as she gazed towards the heart monitor and held his warm hands for more confirmation. Her mind remembers how col

At the far corner of the restaurant, alone at a table, is Antonio, with one leg crossed over the other, a hand cradling a crystal tumbler half filled with whiskey, enjoying the quiet space with a busy mind.His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the entrance of the restaurant, observing every woman drifting in and out of the restaurant, laughing, clinging to arm candy, adjusting dresses too tight for comfort, their perfume clinging to the night air.But he felt nothing.No admiration. No curiosity. Just boredom.They were all the same—faces painted in the latest trends, bodies curated for male attention, eyes seeking opportunity disguised as affection. He’d bedded women like these. Used them. Left them. And still, the thought of marrying one turned his stomach.But for his grandmother, he has to.He swirled the liquid in his glass and exhaled slowly, jaw tightening.Then, she appeared.Not in glitter or gloss. Not with an eager smile or desperate eyes. No, she walked into the restaur