All Chapters of Owed to the Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AdrianA thin folder slid across the polished wood, pushed forward by his assistant.“Everything you asked for,” the man said, his voice careful. “We traced the payment. Offshore account. No trail at first… until we dug deeper.”Adrian flipped it open. Black-and-white photographs. Transaction slips. A single name typed in bold at the bottom of the page.Zara D’Amato.He sat back, tapping a slow rhythm against the folder. “Grayson’s wife,” he said under his breath.“Yes, sir.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. His mind spun through possibilities, money, revenge, politics, but none of them explained why she would want Isla dead.He shut the folder. “Keep this quiet. No one outside this room knows.”Zara D’Amato.What the hell do you want with her?Uhmmm...... the assistant murmured What??? Adrian asked We dug deeper and..... he brought out a new file and slid it across the tableHe opened it and began flipping through the pages quickly. Then he froze..... his mouth wide openIsla wasn’t just so

THE DELIVERY ROOMThe harsh white lights of the operating theatre blurred against the frantic movement of nurses. Isla was barely conscious, trembling, breath shallow. The anesthesiologist adjusted her mask, the monitors beeped irregularly, and the surgeon gave a curt nod.“We’re going in. Prep for incision.”Outside the theatre doors, Grayson paced restlessly, hands inside his pockets, jaw clenched. He didn’t know why he felt sick to his stomach maybe because the husband Adrian told him about was nowhere in sight, maybe because the woman inside sounded terrified when she arrived. Something about the whole thing felt wrong.A nurse suddenly pushed through the doors.“Sir… we have a baby.”Grayson froze.Then he heard it.....a sharp, piercing cry.The nurse held the newborn out slightly, wrapped snugly in a warm blue blanket.“Healthy baby boy. Do you want to hold him while we stabilize the mother?”Grayson didn’t think he just reached out.The tiny weight settled into his arms, warm

The corridor lights flickered faintly as Caleb’s breath hitched. He froze a few steps behind, eyes narrowing. Isla bore her deadly gaze at him, clutching her coat close, shoulders trembling, staring at Grayson’s broad back.Grayson didn’t notice her. He was busy staring at his son, tense, rigid. Caleb could see the set of his jaw, the quiet storm brewing just beneath the surface.Isl...Isla.... Caleb murmured Isla closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn’t call out, couldn’t move closer,She just… watched. Her baby’s cries floated softly from the ward, a fragile, life-affirming sound that made her chest ache in a way she didn’t expect.Grayson shifted slightly, and for a heartbeat, she could see the outline of his head, the familiar sharpness of his profile. Memories slammed into her: the harsh words, the stolen kisses, the chaos, the love she had buried deep down.Caleb swallowed. He hasn't see her yet. How long will it take before he does?Dude turn and look this way, Isl

Grayson paced the room, fists clenched, every muscle taut. His mind replayed every moment Zara’s fake tears, the lies about a pregnancy, and that burning anger inside him.“Caleb,” he muttered without looking up, voice low, dangerous. “What’s the situation?”Caleb stepped forward, carefully holding the doctor’s notes. “Sir… Zara… she is indeed pregnant.And....And what? Grayson demanded Isla.... she’s been discharged. Adrian made sure no one, not even you, could reach her.”Grayson froze mid-step, his entire body stiffening. “Discharged? Discharged? Where is she?!”“I don’t know,” Caleb said quietly, “but Adrian’s orders are clear. He’s keeping her away.”Grayson’s jaw tightened, fists balling. Rage and helplessness mingled into something sharp, biting. Adrian had a stranglehold, and every attempt he could think of to reach her seemed blocked.*********A week laterDonovan Voss birthdayGrayson’s grandfather The grand hall of the Voss Estate shimmered under the crystal chandeliers

Isla povJust a quiet morning. Isla lay awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the early morning light crept through the curtains. Sleep never stayed long anymore. Not when her heart kept circling the same forbidden name.Grayson.She looked to her side, where the baby was perfectly laid in a cot and her chest tightened.Adrian had been hovering more than usual since he returned from Sicily, gentle, controlling, overly attentive, as if she were porcelain on the edge of breaking.He meant well, she knew that. He’d taken her in when she had no one. He’d stood by her when she could barely stand on her own.But she didn’t love him. Not that way. Not in the way a woman loved the father of her child.She hadn't said those words out loud, not even to herself. But they echoed through her every breath.What she did remember too clearly was the hospital. The moment Adrian barged in and dragged Grayson away.The way both men fought like rabid wolves, throwing punches and accusations. Adria