Lahat ng Kabanata ng Devil's Bidding: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Lucas said suddenly, his voice low but firm.He couldn’t bring himself to part with her just yet, not when she stood there looking at him like that. The soft glow of the evening lights reflected in her wide, doe-like eyes, and for a fleeting second, she looked like everything pure and untouched in a world that had long lost its innocence.He knew this was a mistake. He knew what awaited in the next few hours — the phone calls, the orders, the inevitable. But none of that seemed to matter right now. For this moment, he just wanted her close.“How about I pick this time?” he offered, his tone calm, though his mind was chaos.Arabella bit her lip, her gaze flickering uncertainly between his eyes. “Okay,” she replied softly after a pause.Lucas felt a pang somewhere deep in his chest. He’d given her his word, a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep. “It’s… a place I’d like, right?” she asked in a small, almost childlike voice.His expression softened, his tone g

Arabella “Mona?” My voice cracked as I stared at her. “How could you stand there and say those words to me? You’re my sister—”“Sister?!”Her voice exploded through the corridor, sharp and full of venom. Before I could even flinch, her hand came down hard across my face.The sound echoed.I gasped, my head snapping to the side, the sting blooming hot across my cheek but it wasn’t the pain that hit hardest. It was the shock. The disbelief. The sheer ache that she’d done it.Then she laughed.Burst after burst of unrestrained laughter until she was nearly breathless. “God!” she exhaled, tilting her head back. “That was so satisfying.”I lifted my hand slowly, pressing my palm to my cheek. It didn’t hurt, not really, not as much as my heart did. The sound of her laughter cut deeper than the slap ever could.“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Mona said, smiling darkly as she caught her breath.“Mona…” I croaked, my throat tightening, tears burning the backs of my eyes.“God, I hate you,” s

She hadn’t spoken for hours.Not a word.Not a sound.Just silence.She sat there motionless, her back against the headboard, her eyes fixed on something only she could see. She wasn’t crying anymore. She wasn’t doing anything at all. It was as though her mind had drifted somewhere far beyond his reach.Lucas stood near the doorway, watching her in helpless silence. After a while, he walked toward her and gently took her hand the one Mona had crushed beneath her heel. The bruising had deepened to an angry shade of red. He cleaned it carefully. And that’s when he saw it.A single tear sliding slowly down her cheek.“Lucas…” she whispered, her voice so small he almost missed it.He looked up immediately. “Did you know?” she asked, eyes lifting to meet his.He froze.“Have you always known?”His silence told her everything. She smiled then, a hollow, broken curve of her lips. “And the other day too… when I asked if my uncle’s death was really an accident,” she said quietly, tears no

Arabella woke with a sharp gasp, her body jerking upright as though ripped from the depths of some dark ocean.Her heart thundered against her ribs, breath coming in short, shallow bursts. For a few terrifying seconds, she couldn’t tell where she was.The room felt unfamiliar. Shadows pooled in the corners, and her pulse echoed in her ears. Her trembling hands pushed the sheets aside, and her bare feet met the cold floor. She stumbled forward, still half trapped in the remnants of her dream.She flung the door open and ran into the hallway, hair disheveled, nightgown damp with sweat clinging to her like second skin. Her eyes darted wildly, unfocused she must have looked half-mad, panic shimmering in her gaze.“Lucas,” she whispered hoarsely. Then louder and desperate — “Lucas!”And then she saw him.Relief rushed through her so sharply it hurt.He stood a few steps away, speaking quietly with one of the house staff. His back was to her at first, broad shoulders straight beneath a cris

Lucas was surprised. She was supposed to wait, to let him run the bath in peace, but she couldn’t. Her eyes were misty, zoned out, yet burning with a raw lust that made Lucas’s breath catch. He stood under the shower head , water rushing over him, his body rigid with surprise. “Lucas, you... you want me, right?” she asked, her voice trembling, a plea wrapped in desperation.“Arabella,” he sighed, frowning, his gaze locked on her. She stepped closer, her fingers reaching out to trace the hard planes of his chest, her touch electric, unmistakable in its intent. She wanted him, needed him, and the evidence of his own desire throbbed between them, undeniable and aching.He wanted her too. God, he always did. It was a constant torment, the only thing that consumed him some days was the thoughts of burying himself deep inside her, kissing her senseless, inhaling her scent, hearing her cry his name as pleasure overwhelmed her. But not like this. Not in this frantic, broken way. What’s go