บททั้งหมดของ Bound By The Devil’s Contract : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Sofia’s POVEvery hour since Luca left me at my father’s house felt like a punishment. A slow, painful punishment I couldn’t escape. I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t know how to undo what I’d done. All I knew was that I wanted him back. I would have given anything to go back to his house, even if he yelled, even if he got angry, even if he never held me again.At least there I felt something close to safe.Here… I felt like I was drowning every second.I sat in my room staring at my phone hoping to get a message from him, but nothing came from him.But the truth was simple:I still wanted him.I still cared about him.I still missed him so much it hurt to breathe.A knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts.I panicked for a second, thinking it might be my father coming to shout again. But when I opened the door…“Cherry?”Her arms flew around me before I could even react. She hugged me like she thought I had died.“Oh my God, Sofia,” she said, her voice shaking.

Sofia’s POV Fear has a way of freezing your whole body.You don’t choose it.It just happens.And when the elevator doors opened and Alfonso stepped out…every part of me froze.My heart dropped. My hands shook. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I would throw up.He wasn’t supposed to be here.Not in this hotel.Not in my life.Not anywhere near me.But there he was—perfect suit, cold eyes, and that same smile he used the night he threatened me. The smile that meant trouble. Pain. Control.His gaze traveled slowly from my face to my uniform.“Well,” he said with a voice full of amusement. “You look… different.”My throat felt tight. My mind raced as everything started making sense.The easy job.The no interview.The expensive hotel.The uniforms already prepared.Cherry acting strange.It hit me like a slap.“Alfonso…” I whispered. “You… you’re the one who got us this job.”His smirk widened. “I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.”My

Sofia’s POVPain has a way of twisting itself into your chest, long after the moment is over. It isn’t sudden. It doesn’t scream. It waits, patient and sharp, until every breath reminds you of what you’ve lost—or what you’ve almost destroyed.I replayed it over and over in my head: Luca’s face, the way his jaw locked, the way his hands trembled as if he was holding back a storm. The way he shouted at me. “Just leave.” Those words didn’t hurt because they were words—they hurt because they were him, and I had been the reason behind them.I should have walked away. I should have stayed hidden, forgotten him, let him breathe. But I couldn’t. Not really. Not when every fiber of me still wanted him. Still needed him. Still loved him in a way I had no right to.If only he knew. If only he knew how much I had regretted leaving, how much I had regretted even thinking I could survive without him. How much I had hated myself for almost letting Alfonso take the place that was never his to clai

Luca’s POVThere are nights you wish you could erase from your mind.Nights that taste like regret the moment they happen.But the worst ones?They’re the nights you created yourself.Last night was one of them.I wasn’t drunk.I wasn’t angry.I wasn’t lonely.I was all of it at once. And I was stupid enough to think I could fix the hole Sofia left in my chest by filling it with something meaningless.So I made a mistake.A big one.I called one of my men and told him to bring me a woman—someone who wouldn’t talk, someone I wouldn’t care about, someone who could distract me from the way Sofia’s voice kept replaying in my head.I wanted the dark.I wanted silence.I wanted to forget her for just one night.Just one.But fate is cruel. And I am a bigger fool than I thought.I remember standing in my room, pacing like a madman. The lights were off, the blinds closed, the air heavy with the kind of darkness you choose because you can’t face your own reflection.My phone

Sofia’s POVSome car rides feel like escapes.Some feel like traps.This one… felt like both.Luca didn’t say a word when he carried me to his car. He didn’t even look at me. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp, his whole body tense like he was holding back something heavy and dangerous.He opened the passenger door, set me inside gently, then shut it before I could speak.I could have gotten out.My hand was right there on the handle. My legs weren’t weak. My voice wasn’t gone.I could’ve told him to stop.I could’ve walked away.I could’ve chosen myself.But I didn’t.I let him close the door.I let him walk around the car.I let him start the engine.I let him drive off with me sitting beside him like I still belonged to his world.The silence in the car was thick. Heavy. Almost painful.No music.No questions.No excuses.Just two people breathing the same air but drowning in different thoughts.My fingers trembled on my thighs.Luca’s hands were tight on the wh