All Chapters of Owned By The Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Kelsey"Who's this?" My husband's groggy voice sounded over the phone, he made no effort to hide his irritation.I clutched the payphone in the dimly lit hospital corridor, my fingers trembling as I held onto the phone like my life depended on it."Honey, it's Kelsey," I whispered, my throat dry from crying.He cussed under his breath before responding."What do you want?" he asked, his tone shifting from irritation to outright disgust.I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. "Please, can you come pick me up? The baby, it—" My voice cracked."I'm busy," he blurted before hanging up.I stared at the receiver in stunned silence. The emptiness in my chest expanded and grief swallowed me whole.Was this his way of showing me he didn't care if our baby died or survived?Marcus had never wanted kids, but I did. Somewhere in my heart, I believed a kid would save our failing marriage."Ma'am," a nurse's voice interrupted my thoughts."You need to get back to your room. Doctor Chen

~Kelsey My mother's old mansion towered before me, its once brightly polished walls were now covered in vines and dust. It looked like something out of a nightmare.Goosebumps pricked my arms as memories of the summer nights I had spent baking with my mother in the kitchen flooded my mind. She took me here whenever she wanted to get away from my father, this was our safe space.And now, I had to sell it."The town’s offering a lot of money to tear it down," the housing director sneered as he stubbed out his cigarette against the rotting porch railing. "You’d be smart to take the deal before I use my office to get you out."Just great, another threat from another strange man."I’m not tearing down my mother’s home. I’ll live here until I find a buyer," I said firmly. He chuckled, shaking his bald head. "Good luck finding someone to buy this dump."I didn’t care what he thought. I needed this house on its feet. I would never tear down the last memory of my mother I had left. I would s

~Kelsey~I adjusted the itchy blonde wig on my head, tucking a few stray strands behind my ears as I stepped out of the small boutique that had hired me despite my lack of experience.My oversized sunglasses slipped down my nose but I quickly pushed them back up, nervously scanning the street as I locked the store.Despite how many times I had tried to convince myself that I was safe and he would never see past my disguise, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching my every move.He was hiding somewhere, waiting to strike again. I had seen a few suspicious looking vehicles but it always ended up being nothing.The suspense was slowly driving me insane and paranoia clung to me like a second skin, suffocating every breath I took.Every whisper of fabric, every uneven footstep behind me sent a jolt of dread down my spine and I hated it.I took a deep breath. I was being ridiculous. He wasn’t jobless enough to be monitoring my every move.I was safe as long as I was outside.I m

~Kelsey The rain was light but cold as I walked, my sweater barely shielding me from the damp night air. I didn’t know where I was going—I just needed to move.My stalker hadn’t shown up in weeks. My ankle had healed, but my mind was wrecked. I should’ve felt relief, but instead, I felt restless. On edge like something was coming.I clenched my fists and kept walking, the city buzzing around me.By the time I looked up, I was standing in front of the police station.The neon glow from the sign reflected in the puddles at my feet.This was it. My way out and the solution to all my problems. All I had to do was walk inside.My fingers twitched in my pockets.Would they even believe me? I had nothing to prove that I was the one that killed Marcus. And reporting myself would be rather odd since his own family has been very silent for months.Well, except Mr. Stalker who was his cousin and was now after my life.What if even the prison could not keep me safe from him? He was a psycho wh

I sat across from the officer, drenched, exhausted, and absolutely furious.He kept looking at me like I was crazy.Like I had just spun some ridiculous lie for attention."So let me get this straight," Officer Grayson said, leaning back in his chair, his fingers lazily tapping against his desk. "A man chased you into the woods, fired shots at you, slammed you against a tree, held a gun to your head, and then..." his lips curled into a smirk, "kissed you?"My fists balled up until my knuckles turned white."Yes."His smirk widened. "And you didn’t think to, I don’t know, fight back? Scream for help?"I was going to lose it. Was this some type of joke to him?"I ran to the police station in the middle of the night, soaking wet, after barely escaping with my life," I snapped. "You think I did that for fun?"He exhaled sharply, shaking his head like I was some lost cause. "Miss, do you realize how ridiculous this sounds?"I was completely overcome by anger and rage.Of course he didn’t