All Chapters of Owed to the Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Grayson Pov The door closed behind her, soft and final.She didn’t cry. She didn’t look back. She just walked out with her chin held higher than every spoiled brat in that room.And somehow, that made it worse.I ambushed Maria in the hallway“Maria,” I said, without raising my voice.She knew that tone. Everyone in this house did.The tray she was holding clinked as she stepped forward. “Sir?”“You had one job.” I didn’t move. “Keep her off-limits. Keep her out of sight. Keep her dignity intact. I thought those instructions were clear.”“I only meant to fill a staffing gap”“No. You meant to make a point.” My eyes narrowed. “You dressed her in that uniform deliberately.”Maria hesitated. “It was the only clean”“Wrong answer.”She shut her mouth.I took a single step forward. “You paraded her in front of the D’Amatos. You let her walk in like she was nothing. Like she was less.”“I thought”“You don’t get paid to think.”She finally broke eye contact.“Consider this your final warni

Isla – POVI was halfway through awkwardly trying to figure out what to pack first Not like i had any belongings to begin with, although the closet is filled with clothes before my arrival in this roomThe door creaked open behind me.I turned.The gatekeeper of hellMaria.With her permanently pinched face, icy posture, and that annoying clicking of her heels on the floors like every step was a threat.“I’ve been asked to assist you,” she said, already walking toward my wardrobe like she owned it. “Apparently, you’re going back to school. Fancy that.”I blinked. “I… I was doing fine on my own.”“I’m sure,” she said dryly, yanking open the closet doors. “You probably pack as neatly as you iron sheets half-heartedly and without structure.”I bit the inside of my cheek. She always had something to say.We moved around in silence for a while or rather, I moved nervously, and she moved like she was preparing a body for burial.Folding clothes with crisp corners, sighing whenever my hand

Grayson – POVIt's been a weekSeven damn days.And the house felt empty.I sat behind my desk, the same stack of paperwork in front of me. Couldn’t read a damn word of it.Caleb stepped in, hesitated at the door like he didn’t want to get too close.“Boss... the shipment’s ready for sign-off.”I barely looked up.“Leave it.”“Sir?”“I said leave it.” My tone came out sharper than I meant, but hell..... I didn’t care.Caleb placed the folder down, probably relieved I didn’t snap his head off, and backed out without another word.I leaned back, dragging a hand down my face.Get a grip, Grayson.She’s just a girl. A maid. A distraction.And yet...Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. The way she trembled slightly when she tried to congratulate me on an engagement I never wanted.The softness of her skin under my hands, the night I saved her from the club, Her scent that leaves trail behind wherever she passes through the houseFuck.I shot up from my chair, pacing like a caged anim

“I found a way you can pay off your father’s debt faster.”My heart nearly stopped.How?How?I didn’t even realize I’d whispered it. But he heard. Of course he heard.And his answer?“Come to the estate this weekend.”And then he was gone. Just... gone.I stared after him, my brain trying to catch up, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.Okay. Okay. Breathe, Isla. Just... breathe.I stared at my pen like it was some kind of cursed object. Like maybe if I let go of it, everything would go back to normal. But my fingers wouldn’t loosen. They just... wouldn’t The class was basically a buzzing beehive of whispers.“Did you see that?”“Why her?”“Since when does Voss pick up anyone’s pen?”“Maybe she’s secretly his girlfriend.”"His girlfriend??? Girl she's on scorlaship here "Why would Voss girlfriend be a scorlaship student ?? Ewww"I wanted to disappear. Right there, into the floor.Like please, universe, can you just swallow me whole?And then came Zara.Oh no. Oh no

Grayson — POVNo. No, no, no.I stormed down the hall, my boots hitting the floor like gunshots. I yanked at my shirt collar, heat crawling up my neck.That look on her face.That look.Like I was some monster she had to survive. Like she was bracing for impact every time I came close.I ran a hand through my hair, gripping it at the roots, pacing in front of the window like a caged animal.No woman has ever rejected me.Not once. Not ever.They come before I even think of summoning them. Throw themselves at my feet. Whisper my name like it’s some kind of prayer.And she?She freezes. She stares at me like I’m her executioner.Grayson Voss doesn’t get rejected.“Goddammit!” I snapped, grabbing the crystal ashtray off the side table and hurling it at the wall. Shattered. Just like my patience.I caught sight of myself in the glass — hair a mess, eyes wild, shirt half open.What the hell was I doing?What is she doing to me?“She’s just a girl,” I muttered, pacing again. “Just a scared,