All Chapters of Possessed by the Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TamaraSean had always been easy to talk to. One of those men who knew how to stand just close enough to feel familiar, without setting off alarms. Always polite. Always smiling. The kind of warmth that made you want to open doors you usually kept shut.But lately... something changed.He lingered more. Watched longer. When he complimented me, it wasn’t about the way I looked, but how I moved, how I laughed, how I held silence. That kind of attention? It wasn't friendly anymore. It was quiet interest. A subtle invitation.And Leon noticed.That night, after dinner, the air in the lounge was easy, full of small talk and distant music. Sean made a joke—I don't even remember what it was—but it had me laughing without thinking. He walked past, his hand brushing the small of my back. A brief touch, light as breath.Still, I felt it.I looked up without meaning to. Leon stood by the fireplace, drink in hand, eyes locked on me like a loaded gun. The muscles in his jaw flexed. His stare didn’

LeonTamara clutched the sheet around herself like her life depended on it, her chest still rising and falling, eyes darting toward the door. Her skin was flushed, glowing from the heat we’d just shared, but now she was shaking slightly, the aftermath of the chaos that had just thundered through the house still lingering in the air. I pulled on a pair of boxers, fingers running through my hair as I tried to calm my goddamn nerves.The knock came again.Not loud this time. Just steady. Whoever it was, they weren’t trying to barge in. That’s how I knew it was Sean. Only that bastard would knock like that when there were just bullets flying not ten minutes ago.“You ready?” I asked, glancing at Tamara.She nodded, lips parted like she wanted to speak but didn’t know what the hell to say.“Just stay behind me,” I muttered, walking toward the door, body tense. I opened it slowly, one hand gripping the edge of the door frame, the other still buzzing with leftover adrenaline.Sean stepped in

TamaraA week had passed since that night. The one that carved itself into my bones. The one I couldn’t shake, no matter how many times I told myself to move on.I still remembered the cold tiles against my skin, the suffocating fear of hiding under that bed, praying they wouldn’t find me. I had clenched my jaw so tight I tasted blood. Now, that same mansion felt a bit lonely for me without his presence.Leon had traveled for some business meeting three days ago. The house was suddenly quiet even though there were people walking around. “The table is set Tamara,” Martha said as soon as she opened the door.Damn! I have to go outside now, one person I didn't want to bump into was Sheila. Now that Leon isn't around, it's going to be a huge ground for her to show how much she's the mistress of the house. I sighed.“Uhmm, thank you Martha, but please can I have mine in the room?” I pleaded, she smiled, nodded and disappeared, returned a few minutes later. The scent of sweet tomato and gar

LeonI didn’t knock.I never do, but tonight, I did it with purpose. My palm hit the handle, twisted it open, and I walked straight into Sean’s room like I owned the air in it—which I fucking do.The second his eyes met mine, I didn’t wait.My fist connected with his mouth before he could even part his lips. His head snapped to the side from the impact, a drop of blood rolling down from the edge of his lip almost instantly. The crack echoed in the room like a firecracker. His feet shifted back slightly, but he didn't fall.Didn’t defend himself either.Didn’t say a word.He just looked at me. Quiet. Like he was expecting this. Like he deserved it. That pissed me off more.“Only you and I, just both of us knows Jasper’s still locked the fuck up,” I growled, stepping closer. “So how the hell did Tamara find out?”Sean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, blood smearing across his skin. But he didn’t speak.He didn’t deny it.Didn’t try to lie.Didn’t even flinch.That was all the

TamaraMy body shuddered the second I walked into the house with Leon. His hand had been cold against mine, cold like the silence between us since last night when he stormed out without a word. I followed him in, the door shutting behind me with a soft click that still managed to sound louder than it should’ve in the silence.He didn’t look back. Not even once."Tamara," he growled, deep from the back of his throat, like the word burned just coming out. I froze. My name sounded different in his mouth now, like it carried weight it didn’t used to. My feet refused to move. I just stood there, helpless, trying to speak but the words stuck, choking inside my throat.His broad back faced me as he walked toward the bar shelf. His hands slid into his pockets like he was trying to keep them from doing something reckless. The way his shoulders moved — stiff, strained — it made something cold creep along my spine. He towered over everything in that room without even trying.He picked up a bottl