All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Lucas tore through the upper corridor, his eyes watering immediately as the thick, chemical smoke filled the air. His lungs violently rejected his first breath, coughing up ash. He pulled the collar of his dark coat up over his mouth and kept moving, because stopping was the only thing in this life he could not afford.​They had be here. They have to be.***​Arabella had Amal tucked tightly against her chest the moment the smoke reached them, pressing his tiny face deep into the curve of her neck, hunching her spine over his body like a protective shell. Her eyes burned fiercely. Every breath she pulled in felt like she was swallowing crushed glass.​She could hardly see through the grey, suffocating haze.​"Help us! Please, someone help us!" she screamed, rushing toward the large, unfinished window frames.​Amal was coughing now, a tiny, weak sound that tore her soul apart as he choked on the acrid smell. A sudden, violent rush of wind blew through the open window, clearing the smo

"Oh no, not the beautiful-eyed man," the head nurse sighed heavily, her clipboard pressed tightly against her chest as she shook her head. "I just heard from the surgical wing. I hope to God he comes out of surgery. They said he’s in a critical state."Arabella stood at the corridor, the heavy hospital duvet clutched tightly around her shoulders. She stood completely still, fading into the background forced to listen to the nurses and patients huddled near the reception desk."I remember when he first arrived here," the nurse continued, her voice dipping into a somber, reminiscent tone. "He was so hollow-eyed. It looked like the soul had been entirely scraped out of him. I treated him myself when he first came through our doors. And then, the very next day, he’s making massive anonymous donations to our pediatric wing. He was always at the nursery, just standing outside the glass, watching the infants sleep."Arabella’s heart did a slow, painful roll in her chest. She stood there, c

Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom sensation of a four-story drop and the crushing weight of his grip around my wrist.Around two in the morning, the heavy oak door clicked open.I looked up. A nurse stepped into the room, her movements hurried and stiff. She wore the standard hospital scrubs, a surgical mask that obscured most of her face, and a standard nurse's cap pulled low. She carried a small tray with a pre-filled syringe.When she saw me sitting there, she paused. Even beneath the mask, I could see the sudden, sharp frown that crinkled the skin around her eyes. She hadn't expected me to be awake."Nurse Abby is on a break," she said, her voice muffled, a bit too harsh for a quiet ICU wing. "I'm here to administer his scheduled medication."I nodded slowly, but a cold prickle of unease washed over my skin. She stepped past me, her focus shifting entirely to the IV lines hooked into Lucas's uninjured arm. She uncapped the needle with a fluid

Three months had passed. The small, forgotten  town was no longer the quiet, decaying place Arabella had first stumbled into.  With the Lucas's influence, investments had begun to pour into the region like rain on parched earth.  Lucas had established several legitimate commercial ventures shipping lines, local infrastructure funding, and massive sponsorships for the community clinic and nurseries.  The town was booming, transforming into a vibrant, safe haven, but the change within the walls of their home was the true miracle. "Lucas, you're putting it on backward," Arabella laughed, leaning against the doorframe of the nursery. Lucas was standing over the changing table, his massive, scarred shoulders completely dwarfing the baby's furniture.  He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair slight