All Chapters of Bound By The Devil’s Contract : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sofia’s POVSome nights don’t break you with bullets.They break you with the person you thought would never hurt you.That was tonight.My throat was raw from screaming. My cheeks were wet. My heart felt like someone was squeezing it hard enough to kill it.“LUCA, STOP!” I kept shouting as he dragged me down the hallway, but he didn’t stop.He didn’t even slow down.He grabbed my arm, firm and unshakable, and forced me up the stairs. I kept trying to pull back, my legs shaking badly, but he was stronger and too angry to care.“Luca, leave me alone!” I cried again, hitting his arm, pushing him, anything.He didn’t answer.He just kept pulling until we reached our bedroom. Then he shoved the door open, dragged me in, and slammed it shut behind us so hard the walls rattled.Before I could take a breath, he pushed me onto the bed.Not hard enough to hurt me.But hard enough to break the last piece of strength I had left.I landed on the mattress and instantly sat up, wiping

Sofia’s POVI was still shaking when I climbed onto the window ledge. Not from fear of falling, but from the shame I couldn’t shake off.“How could you be so shameless, Sofia? How could you?” I whispered to myself, pressing a trembling hand against my forehead.I had let him touch me.I had let him kiss me.I let him fucked me.I had let him breathe against my skin, even when I knew—even when I believed—that this was the same man who killed my brother.How could I not push him away?How could my body betray me like that?Every time his lips touched me, I felt weak.Every time his voice dropped low, my knees trembled.Every time he whispered my name, I forgot how to hate him.And that was the worst part.If he killed my brother…I should spit in his face.I should slap him.I should run.But I didn’t.I let him in.I let him break me all over again.Tears slid down my cheeks as I looked out from the window of the 18th floor. The cold wind hit my face, but it wasn

Luca’s POVI fear only one thing—Sofia walking away from me.And tonight…she tried.She actually stood on the damn window ledge, ready to throw herself out rather than stay with me. Rather than look at me. Rather than trust me.And she thinks after that, I’m going to let her go?She doesn’t know me at all.I stood by the door, staring at her tied body on the bed. My belt locked her wrists above her head, tight, unforgiving, leaving no space for hope or escape. Her skin was red from pulling, her chest rising fast, her eyes still filled with anger and fear and something else she didn’t want to admit.I didn’t want it to come to this.But she forced my hand.“You pushed me, Sofia,” I said quietly. “You tried to jump, and now you expect freedom? You really think I’m giving you that?”She glared at me, teeth clenched. “Let me go.”I actually laughed. I couldn’t help it.“I will never let you go,” I said, walking closer to the bed. “Stop telling me that. The more you say it,

Sofia’s POVLuca didn’t flinch.Not even a blink.He just stared at me—straight into me—like whoever entered the house didn’t matter. Like he knew exactly who it was. Like he’d already decided they could wait.His eyes burned.Dark.Hungry.Dangerous.It made my whole body tense, every breath catching in my throat. I should’ve been scared. I should’ve begged him to untie me and run. I should’ve yelled for help—But all I could think was:God… he’s going to touch me again.My legs trembled.My cheeks burned.My stomach twisted so tight I almost gasped.I hated myself for wanting it.For craving it.For shaking from the last time and still needing more.What was wrong with me?Why did my body still reach for him even after everything— the fear, the yelling, the handcuff?Why did I still want him?Luca turned back to me slowly, like the sound downstairs didn’t exist at all. His chest rose and fell hard, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on me like he was swallowing me who

Luca’s POVIt all started the moment I looked at Isabella.She stood there with that cold, sharp stare she thought hid her feelings. It never did. I knew her too well. I’d raised her. Protected her. Given her everything my mother begged me to give her before she took her last breath.Isabella wasn’t a stranger.She wasn’t a threat.She wasn’t a lover—no matter how much she wanted to be.She was blood.And I owed her everything.But right now… she was the only person I trusted to stay with Sofia without hurting her or betraying me.“Stay with her,” I told Isabella quietly as I uncuffed Sofia’s hands and lifted her from the floor, laying her gently on the bed.Sofia’s eyes were half open… confused… tired… scared. She looked like she wanted to ask a hundred questions but didn’t have the strength for even one.I leaned down, brushing my lips against her forehead.A soft kiss.A promise without words.A warning I hoped she never understood.“I’ll be back,” I whispered.Her f