All Chapters of Bound By The Devil’s Contract : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sofia’s POVSome nights tear your heart open.Some crush you.But the worst nights…are the ones where you realize you were wrong the whole time.This was that night.“Luca, we have to move!” I shouted, snapping out of my shock as another gunshot echoed somewhere in the distance.He didn’t argue.He didn’t waste time.He ran straight to the injured kids, lifting one into his arms while I grabbed the other. The rest clung to my clothes, crying, shaking, terrified.We both sprinted back toward the mansion.The wind hit my face.The blood on my hands felt hot.The world around me blurred.Luca’s breaths were loud.Mine were broken.The children whimpered with every step.The moment we pushed open the mansion door, Luca slammed it shut behind us and locked it.“Take them upstairs,” he ordered, his voice deep with panic.I nodded, guiding the four unharmed kids up the stairs while Luca carried the two wounded ones to the living room table, grabbing towels, alcohol, anythi

Sofia’s POVSome truths break you.Some heal you.But the worst ones…are the truths that make you realize you were wrong about the only person who ever protected you.My head was still spinning.My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear myself breathe.The little boy’s words replayed again and again inside my skull:“Else he’s going to hurt my mother… please save my mother, sir…”I felt sick.How could Alfonso do this?How could he threaten a little child?How could a man be that ruthless?My legs felt weak. My hands could barely stay still. And every time I looked at the boy, guilt hit me like a slap.I misjudged Luca.I doubted him.I stood against him… again.And the worst part?He still didn’t hate me for it.I wiped my tears and tried to steady my breathing, but nothing helped. I was overwhelmed—full of shame, confusion, pain.When Luca’s voice finally broke the silence, it was sharp.“You know what, Sofia? Just leave if you do not trust me.”The wor

Sofia’s POVIt felt like I had closed my eyes for only a moment when the door opened, and someone whispered that it was time for me to get ready. My chest tightened, not out of fear… but because everything was suddenly so real.I was getting married today.The mansion was surprisingly quiet.No music.No guests running around.No decorations.Nothing that made it look like a wedding day.Last night, after everything that happened, Luca and I agreed the wedding wouldn’t be grand. No unnecessary noise. No big celebration. It would be small, private, simple.But the silence still felt heavy.Too heavy.I followed the women into the room where I would get dressed. They all bowed their heads respectfully before starting their work. I sat in front of a large mirror, watching the tired version of myself staring back at me.Then they brought out the dress.White, clean, and beautiful.Simple but elegant.Not too much. Not too little. Just right.For the first time since everyth

Sofia’s POVAs the smoke settled in the mansion and the dead were carried out, I couldn’t tell which one this day was supposed to be.A new beginning…or the start of a danger I couldn’t see yet.The unknown men who came to help us were gone—like shadows that didn’t want to be traced.No names.No faces.No hint of why they helped.Even Luca didn’t know who they were.And that scared me more than Alfonso ever could.If strangers could walk into our wedding, fight like trained assassins, save us, and then vanish…what exactly did they want in return?And why did it feel like they didn’t save Luca?Why did it feel like they saved me?My heart didn’t understand it.My head didn’t trust it.Even as the mansion was cleaned, even as the guests were escorted in, even as the blood was wiped off the floor…something inside me stayed cold.But the wedding had to continue.Not because it was perfect.Not because it was planned.But because Luca looked at me with this strange

Sofia’s POVSome nights break you quietly.They don’t scream.They don’t bleed.They just sit in your chest like a weight you can’t lift, no matter how hard you try.Tonight…my wedding night…felt like that.I didn’t know what hurt more—the words I heard downstairs,the way Priscilla’s father looked at Luca like he owned him,or the moment Luca agreed to something I never imagined I’d hear on the night I became his wife.“She stays.”That sentence kept replaying in my mind like it had been burned into my ears.Maybe he didn’t mean it,I told myself.Maybe he was buying time,trying to prevent something worse,trying to think.But the part that cut me the deepest…was how he didn’t look at me.Not once.Not when Priscilla’s father threatened us.Not when Priscilla smirked at me.Not even when I felt my legs weaken from the shock.He just stood there…jaw tight…eyes elsewhere…like he was protecting a secret instead of protecting me.And now here I was—a