Semua Bab Devil's Bidding: Bab 51 - Bab 55

Home.This empty place, haunted and soaked in nightmares. A glistening prison for two. The moment he had stepped into his room, her scent had hit him soft, warm, maddening. For a fleeting second, it felt like peace.As if the fury he had walked in with was dissolving, leaving him suspended, frozen in space.And then, he laughed.Laughed at the absurdity of it all.What was he thinking, making her crawl into his bed?And then she had stepped in, looking like sin itself wrapped in silk,And for a heartbeat, he almost forgot.Almost forgot that this place was a prison—A cage meant for the two of them.Then she had the audacity to call it home.If those words had come from anyone else’s lips, he would’ve hurled them out the door.But it was her.And with her, he did the opposite.The opposite of what his mind demanded as he had been doing for several weeks now. Held her even closer. He hated her. Despised her.Because one man’s selfishness to keep her alive had buried his own family i

Arabella “I got you something. Come.”I hesitated at the threshold of the dimly lit dining room, my fingers curling into fists as my eyes narrowed on Lucas. He was up to something, I could feel it in the smug way he lounged in his chair, a predator patiently waiting.There was no way this was a harmless gesture. Not after the spectacle I made this morning, defying him with sharp words, telling him I’d rather be a dog than let him touch me whenever he pleased. His so-called gift? It wouldn’t be anything good. It never was.Still, my feet carried me forward, slow and cautious, until I stood before him.Slowly I went down to what by usual position should be whenever we had dinner. The cold floors. “Arabella,” he purred, my name dripping from his lips like molten silk.A shiver licked down my spine at the way he said it. I tilted my head back, forced to look up at him, and in that moment, I was painfully aware of how close we were. I could see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw,

Arabella paced the room like a caged animal, her bare feet soundless against the luxurious carpet. Her fingers twitched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. She was restless. Agitated. Trapped in her gilded prison with no one to scream at. She stopped in front of the mirror, her breath uneven.The collar glinted mockingly at her throat.She stared at her reflection, eyes narrowing as her fingers trailed over the smooth leather. The device beneath it shifted with every breath—subtle but maddening—like invisible fingers dancing along her skin, teasing her mercilessly.It was unbearable.With a surge of frustration, she spun toward the vanity and yanked open the drawers, her hands rummaging blindly. Her fingers closed around a pair of nail scissors—thin, delicate, but sharp. Good enough.Standing before the mirror again, she pressed the blade to the collar and began to saw at it.It didn’t give.Her breaths grew ragged, a mix of panic and fury surging in her chest.Why wouldn’t