Semua Bab Devil's Bidding: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Arabella. It was all over the news. Montage had fallen. The daughter of Montage—the family’s princess—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 fading into the background. Was this really happening?My head was empty. My mind, blank."Ara!"She screamed my name through the thick smoke. Bringing me back to the present. "Come, Ara, we need to leave this place!"Home?I was leaving my home?There was smoke.I was going to lose everything—even this house?I clutched the curtains in my hands.Father would 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.My entire world had crumbled.And I hadn’t even had the time to cry.Everything had been taken. Why did I still have to run?I turned slowly, meeting the eyes of the last two servants left—watching me with quiet despera

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 heavy. I tried to sit up—slowly, painfully. The room around me was barely lit. The air was musty, tinged with the scent of 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 remember…“Oliver!” I gasped, sitting 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—stood with one hip cocked, arms folded, her skimpy outfit revealing more than it covered.“Daddy’s little princess,” she drawled mockingly, sauntering toward me with a slow, deliberate sway.I scrambled to move, to get out of her way, but I was too wea

Arabella “All that money… just for some virgin pussy?”A voice sneered as cold fingers stripped away what was left of my dignity, changing 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 polished floo

ArabellaRain stung my face, it felt real, cold, mingling with the mud beneath my feet.I stood among mourners, their murmurs buzzing like flies.In my hand, a wilted white rose.My father’s face—pale, still—flashed in my mind as the lid disappeared beneath the soil.I didn’t cry.There were no tears left.The world tilted.Suddenly, I was underwater.Heavy silence. Pressure.My lungs screamed as I thrashed, clawing 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 searching 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 through the haze, my body exposed—naked under the weight of

Arabella I buried my face in the pillow, my grunt of rage muffled against the soft fabric. This was insane—utterly maddening! I’d had enough. Seven days. I’d counted each one, the hours crawling 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. I couldn’t take it anymore. The suspense was a blade, twisting deeper with every unanswered question. I needed to act, to do *something*—anything to break this suffocating limbo. He hadn’t forgotten me. No one bids that kind of money—millions, for a prize they’d neglect. He was toying with me, letting my anxiety fester, knowing the wait would drive me to the edge. I glanced around the room, its bare and completely white furnishings mocking my captivity. The locked steel windows,