All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The carnival was a sea of colors, lights twinkling in the night like stars had descended upon the earth. The air was filled with the heady mix of people, sweet cotton candy, buttery popcorn, and the faint tang of smoke from roasting skewers. Laughter echoed, music blared from speakers, and the world outside ceased to exist for just a little while.Arabella’s eyes were wide with wonder, drinking in every detail. She wasn’t going to let a single moment slip by.“Lucas! Look!” she gasped, pulling him towards a stand with oversized stuffed animals hanging like trophies.He followed without resistance, his pace calm, unbothered by the tugging of her hand. To her surprise, he was surprisingly... cooperative. Indulging her whims without complaint, as if for tonight, the leash was invisible.She tasted everything, hot churros dusted with cinnamon, sugary slushies in neon colors, caramel apples that stuck to her lips. Every time she’d excitedly run to the next stall, Lucas would pay without a

The wind lashed against her as she stepped out of the helicopter, slicing through the thin fabric of her dress. The cold bit into her skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.And then, without a word, a familiar weight settled over her shoulders.Lucas’s jacket.It was unceremoniously dumped on her, heavy and suffocating, his scent invading her senses with the ease of a practiced conqueror. She froze mid-step, feeling his presence close behind her.“You’ll catch a cold,” he murmured, his tone gentle yet laced with quiet authority, as he reached around her, fastening the buttons with a possessive slowness. His fingers brushed her trembling frame, steady and deliberate, sealing her inside his warmth like she was a fragile thing that belonged to him.She swallowed the lump rising in her throat, her defiance crumbling inch by inch. There was no use struggling.Not after everythingResigned, she moved forward, the jacket weighing down on her like invisible chains as they entered the house, h

Arabella I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had actually done that! Gone completely wild. On Lucas, of all people.This man, this ruthless, cold psychopath who had shattered my life into pieces.And yet… I had danced for him, touched him, straddled him like some desperate horny fool seeking his approval.The shame was suffocating.Lucas watched me, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he could read every thought swirling in my head.“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and disturbingly soothing, like he was consoling a hysterical child.“The things you do when you’re drunk... they’re just the things you’ve always wanted to do. You just needed the right outlet.”I snapped my head up. “I did not,” I hissed, the heat of my embarrassment turning into anger.“There’s no way I wanted to throw myself at you, Lucas. Not in that way.”He leaned in closer, eyes glinting darkly, and I hated the fact that my breath hitched.“At certain moments, Bella, what your mi

Memories from years ago flashed violently through his mind.Ariel and Arabella, two fragile little girls, from two completely different worlds, receiving treatment at the hospital.The doctors had said Ariel’s illness was minor. Manageable. She had a good chance. She was supposed to survive.But that day…That cursed day when everything unraveled—They told him Ariel was dead.He had stood there, a boy frozen in time, staring at them in disbelief.His heart had stopped.The bond, the tether, the invisible string that had always connected him to his twin was severed in an instant.Gone.Just like that.But her heart—Her heart hadn’t stopped.It was still beating…Only, it now lived inside another girl.A girl deemed more valuable.More important than his “insignificant” sister.Arabella.They were twins, yes.But Ariel had always been the fragile one, the delicate flower he was sworn to protect.He was the strong one. The one who had to watch over her.The younger him had stood there,

Arabella. “Lucas,” I called, taking a tentative step toward him—but I stopped.I couldn’t move any further.He didn’t look approachable. No. The man standing before me now was cold, unreadable, like a wall I couldn’t climb.His gaze… it pinned me in place. Dark, sharp, and unnervingly quiet. I was trapped under it, as if an invisible leash had wrapped around my throat, holding me there. I could only breathe when he allowed it.Then, without a word, his eyes left mine.His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, methodical and slow, as if he had all the time in the world. Each button he undid revealed more of the man beneath—hard muscle. “Where’d you go?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I tried—God, I tried—to keep the longing out of it.But I failed.He hadn’t told me where he went or before he left. Before now he would keep me updated. Not a word. He left for days without explanation and now, suddenly, here he was—like a storm rolling in, no warning, no mercy.He didn’t