All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

157 Chapters

Chapter 1

Arabella It was all over the news. Montage had fallen. The daughter of Montage. The family’s princess. She had fallen from grace to grass. It was dreadful news. Everyone who heard it said so.But I sat there, completely detached from my surroundings. The noise faded into the background. Was this really happening? My head was empty. My mind completely blank."Ara!"Mona screamed my name. It brought me back to the present."Come, Ara. We need to leave this place!"Home? I was leaving my home?Smoke filled the air. I was really going to lose everything. Even this house.I clutched the curtains tighter in my hands.Father would always say, When a terrifying lion dies and begins to rot, the ants and other creatures that once feared it come to feast.That was my father. That was our fate now.My entire world had crumbled. And I hadn’t even had the time to cry.Everything had been taken from me. So why did I still have to run?I turned slowly. The last two servants left watched me

Chapter 2

The penthouse was expansive. Floor to ceiling windows framed the night skyline like a painting. Modern minimalistic furnishings whispered wealth. Yet despite its grandeur it felt cold. Just like its owner.Not a single light was turned on. The only illumination came from the television screen flickering in the far corner. It cast ghostly shadows on the walls. The low murmur of the news filled the room. A quiet voice narrated the downfall of a legacy.“Breaking news. The fall of the Montage Empire has sent shockwaves through the business and political world...”Lucas sat still. His tall frame folded into the sleek leather armchair nearly swallowed by the darkness.His elbow rested on the arm of the chair. A cigarette pinched between two fingers. The tip burned a faint orange as he took a slow drag. He exhaled the smoke with the calm of someone who had already seen this moment a thousand times before.This was everything he had anticipated. Everything he had worked toward.“Ricardo M

Chapter 3

Arabella Where… where am I?Keeping my eyes open was a struggle. My lashes fluttered as dim light pierced through the haze clouding my vision. My body felt so heavy. I tried to sit up. Slowly. Painfully. The room around me was barely lit. The air was musty. It carried the scent of cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and other things that weren’t pleasant. I glanced down. The clothes I wore weren’t mine. A short silk slip clung to my skin. I didn’t remember changing.The last thing I remembered…“Oliver!” I gasped. I sat up sharply as panic surged through me. My heart thundered in my chest. Where was Mona? What was going on?As my eyes adjusted I became aware of a figure watching me from across the room. A girl. No, a woman. Though not much older than me. She stood with one hip cocked and her arms folded. Her skimpy outfit revealed more than it covered.“Daddy’s little princess,” she drawled mockingly. She sauntered toward me with a slow deliberate sway.I scrambled to move. To get

Chapter 4

ArabellaTwo men stepped into the room. Their presence felt like a final verdict.“Take her to the underground room,” one of them ordered. He didn’t even glance at me as he passed me off like cargo.The second man reached for a pair of cold metal handcuffs.“I’ll walk by myself,” I muttered. I glared at the cuffs with disgust.He hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “Suit yourself.”I forced my trembling body to stand. Every muscle in my legs threatened to buckle beneath me. I was shaking so badly I could barely move one foot in front of the other. But I kept going.They led me behind a velvet screen. On the other side I could hear the echo of voices. Laughter. The rise and fall of a booming male tone calling out numbers. An auction.My stomach turned.I shut it all out. The noise. The heat. The disgusting excitement in the air. I curled into myself on the cold floor. I hugged my knees tightly. I wished I could just vanish.I closed my eyes.Please. Let me wake up. Let this be a ni

Chapter 5

Arabella“All that money… just for some virgin pussy?”A voice sneered as cold fingers stripped away what was left of my dignity. They changed me into a new set of clothes. Less revealing than before. But I still shivered from the biting chill in the air.“Or maybe…” Veronica said. Her tone heavy with a grim sort of knowledge. “She’s his last wish. He wants to ruin her so badly because he’s got nothing else left.”A shudder crawled down my spine.She was probably right. I knew it. No one paid that kind of money just for a girl. Or sex. Not even for a virgin.Everyone wanted a piece of the Montage princess. A taste of fallen royalty. But this man… This felt personal. Targeted.My blood turned to ice.What had my father done? What had he taken from this man that justified this level of cruelty?And in that moment I wished I had died with him.Soon I was being moved once again.“Hurry up. Walk faster!”A shove sent me stumbling through the hallway. My bare feet slipped on the poli

Chapter 6

The Don’s hatred for the name Montage ran bone deep. It was steeped in years of bitterness and blood.His son Diego was the broken result of the Montage patriarch’s legacy. Once vibrant and calculating, now reduced to a trembling shell. Arabella had become his fixation. The final piece.Still none of this would have been possible without Lucas.The Don had brought Lucas into the system himself. Mentored him. Shaped him. But that didn’t mean he would wage a war over what now felt like a minor loss.Not when much had already been achieved and Lucas had helped orchestrate so much of it.“Well,” the Don said. His voice clipped as he turned back to his car. “I’ll leave you to it th—”“No!” a voice cried out suddenly from inside the vehicle.It was shrill. Raw. Unhinged.“My prize, my prize!” the boy screamed. He kicked the door open with trembling limbs.“Brother… Brother…” Diego stumbled out into the drizzle. Barefoot and wild eyed. His steps were frantic. Unsteady. Like a puppet with fray

Chapter 7

Arabella Rain stung my face. It felt real. Cold. It mingled with the mud beneath my feet.I stood among mourners. Their murmurs buzzed like flies.In my hand I held a wilted white rose.My father’s face. Pale and worn Flashed in my mind as the lid of his casket disappeared beneath the soil.I didn’t cry. There were no tears left.The world seemed to tilt yet again and suddenly I was underwater. Heavy silence. Pressure. My lungs screamed as I thrashed. I clawed at the weight pressing me down. Desperate for air.And then—Fire.The water vanished. Replaced by searing heat. The air turned dry and cruel.Flames roared. The house was ablaze.I saw the beautiful curtains devoured by fire. Smoke clawed at my throat. Thick and acrid. Choking every breath.My eyes streamed as I stumbled through the inferno. My hands searched blindly. For a door. A window. Anything. I couldn’t breathe.Then—I was thrown out. Disoriented.A stage.Blinding white lights stabbed my eyes. I blinked t

Chapter 8: Defiance

Nothing. He had nothing planned. At least not yet. Lucas understood the quiet cruelty of waiting. The dread that settled deep in your chest when time dragged on and no answers came. He knew what it did to the mind. The uncertainty. The helplessness. The restlessness. That was the point. Let her wait. Let her think. The wait itself was torment.He had slipped back into his world. Money. Deals. Blood. Cleaning up for Don Antonio when the call came.A woman’s gasps and moans sliced through the air. Raw and desperate. “Lucas,” she pleaded. Her voice cracked from the overwhelming pleasure.He seized her ankle. His grip firm. He flipped her onto her back. Her full breasts bounced with the motion. Her body laid bare before him. Vulnerable under his gaze.He didn’t pause. He didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. He entered her with a force that stole her breath. Each thrust deep and unyielding. A rhythm that bordered on punishment.Her body arched. Her fingers clawed at the

Chapter 9: Breaking Point

Arabella I buried my face in the pillow. My grunt of rage muffled against the soft fabric. This was insane. Utterly maddening. I had enough.Seven days. I had counted each one. The hours crawled by like insects. When would he come? No one in this cursed villa seemed to know. Or care.I didn’t even know who he was. What he looked like. Or most terrifyingly what he wanted from me. The staff moved through their routines with infuriating normalcy. As if my presence here was ordinary. As if I belonged.And how did I end up at that auction?I paced around the room.The first few days since I arrived I hadn’t been able to think clearly. Maybe because I was rattled. But the more days I stayed in isolation the more I thought and reflected on the things that played out at that club.The whole auction didn’t make sense. I wasn’t supposed to be there.“Breakfast miss. Please eat,” a young maid said. She interrupted my trail of thought. She set a tray of food before me. Her voice was gentle. Alm

Chapter 10: The summoning

Lucas felt restless. Even hours later.He tried to shove thoughts of the defiant woman locked in his manor to the back of his mind. But they lingered like poison. His thrusts were merciless. Punishing. The woman beneath him writhed. Breathless. Crying out his name in pleasure. Or was it pain?“Lucas…” she gasped. She sounded confused by his ferocity.He pulled away suddenly. Leaving her panting and unsatisfied. She reached for him. Desperate to pull him back. But he was already off the bed. Reaching for a cigarette. The flick of the lighter cast shadows across his chiseled frame. Smoke curled from his lips as he stared off into nothing.Violet’s skin was marked from his grip. Red. Raw. Trembling from the intensity as she stared at him. Normally he would disappear into the bathroom. Leave her with the mess and nothing more.Tonight he stood still. Unmoving. Silent fury simmered beneath his surface as he took a long drag. The ember glowed in the dim light.What was she doing right now? H

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