All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Arabella tossed and turned restlessly, the sheets tangling around her legs. Something about the room felt wrong the air too still. Even the bed, soft as it was, felt foreign beneath her, like lying on pins.After what felt like an eternity of shifting and sighing, she gave up. Her bare feet met the cold floor as she padded quietly through the hallway, her steps instinctively leading her to Lucas’s room. She didn’t pause to think, didn’t even hesitate“Lucas?” she called softly.“Doll,” his voice came from the darkness, low and familiar.She stood framed by the faint light spilling in from the hallway,hair mussed, nightgown loose around her frame, eyes wide. She looked small and lost.“I can’t sleep,” she whispered.He studied her for a moment, then lifted the edge of the blanket slightly. “Come here.”She crossed the room and slipped under the covers beside him, the warmth of his body immediately grounding her. She turned toward him, her gaze tracing the outline of his face in the d

Lucas had arrived home much later than usual that night.The rain had left his hair damp, his jacket clinging to his shoulders, and his shoes caked with mud. He was exhausted. Body, mind, and soul. All he wanted was silence, a dark room where he could finally be alone with the thoughts clawing at him. But the moment he stepped inside, silence was the last thing he found.A soft, unfamiliar scent drifted through the air something warm, sweet, almost comforting. The feeling of deja vu crept, the smells and the laughter. This was all familiar. He stopped in his tracks, confusion flickering across his face.Then he saw it.The decorations.The garlands and candles, the treats and cake flickering gently. For a moment, Lucas didn’t move. His entire body went rigid, his blood running cold. The cheerfulness of the scene was like a knife twisting into old wounds.“Who did this?” he asked finally, his tone even but threaded with danger.Anna, standing nearby, instantly stiffened. “It was

Lucas had been little, but he still remembered the day he met Montague himself.He could vividly remember everything. The sterile white corridors, the faint smell of antiseptic, and the way the world seemed to go quiet when that man walked by.He had seen Arabella’s father speaking to the doctor, in hushed and low tones and even as a boy, Lucas could sense the tension.“Some lives are simply less significant than others,” the man said.Lucas hadn’t understood it at the time. He had only stood there a thin, wide-eyed boy staring at the imposing man in the tailored suit who turned and fixed his cold gaze on him.And then Montague said it again.Right to his face.“Some people are less important than others.”Lucas hadn’t known that they were talking about his sister’s life, the life that was already being weighed, measured, and traded. But he remembered the chill that ran down his spine. He remembered the way Montague’s eyes lingered on him, as if the man already knew what he was about

Arabella “I found..…” I began, my voice shook a bit as I held the note between my fingers.“I’ve been waiting for your call,” came the calm, almost expectant reply on the other end.He was? My grip tightened around the phone. "You slipped this into my clothes that day. Why?" I asked him. “I thought you might need it.”“Why?” I demanded, my heartbeat quickening.“Maybe,” he said quietly, “you were meant to find it.”I frowned. “Who are you?”“Whoever you want me to be. I can be whatever you want me to become Arabella.”The answer sent a shiver down my spine.“How did you find me?” I pressed, my voice rising slightly.“An old friend,” he said.The back-and-forth felt senseless, like a riddle that refused to give meaning. I sighed, trying to steady myself.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath. “What do you want?”He chuckled softly, unhurried. “The note said, ‘If you ever needed someone to talk to.’ Didn’t it?”A lump formed in my throat. His tone was neither mocking nor k

“Arabella,” Lucas rasped, glancing down at her limp body sprawled across his chest, her head resting against him as he sped through the darkened highway. The dashboard lights flickered against her pale skin, her breathing shallow, uneven.“Hold on, please, doll,” he begged, his voice breaking as he pressed his hand against the wound on her arm, trying to stem the bleeding. “You’ll be taken care of, I swear it.”Blood seeped through his fingers. His hands were slick, trembling. Tears slid down his face, blurring his vision, but he didn’t dare take his foot off the gas.“I can’t lose you too,” he whispered, his throat tight with grief and fear.She had caught a bullet for him.For him.The thought tore through his mind again and again like shrapnel. He was almost loosing his mind. “Arabella, stay with me, okay?” he said hoarsely, glancing down. Her lashes fluttered weakly, and she nodded just enough for him to see. That tiny movement nearly broke him.He kept checking her at every tu