All Chapters of Owned By The Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Kelsey What the hell was this place?The air was warm, thick with the scent of leather and men's perfume. The walls were painted deep red, the kind of red that looked too rich, too bold, too intimate for a regular bedroom. A massive canopy bed stood at the center, its headboard fitted with cuffs. Chains hung from the ceiling, polished and waiting to be used.There were racks along the far walls,some holding ropes, others displaying tools I didn’t even know existed. My throat went dry.What the actual fuck?This was a sex dungeon.No, this was to be Mr. Alessandro’s sex dungeon. My mother was an eccentric lover, she was too gracious and peaceful to be into this kind of stuff.My stomach twisted in guilt.I wasn’t supposed to be here. This was a violation of Mr. Alessandro’s privacy.I took a step back, ready to leave but my eyes caught a small phone sitting at the corner of the bed.Its screen was severely damaged with my wedding photo as the background. This was Marcus's phone!

~Kelsey London felt like a fever dream.The cold bit into my skin the second I stepped off the plane, but it wasn’t the kind of cold that froze you, it was the kind that made you forget who you were. That was perfect. I didn’t want to be Kelsey anymore. I didn’t want to be the broken girl from the Mansion, the girl who got humiliated, degraded, stripped of everything and spat out like trash.I wanted to be someone new.Someone strong and confident. The apartment I had found online was smaller than my room back home, but at least it was mine. Clean, cold, and empty, just like I needed it to be.I had a roommate, Vanessa. She was beautiful with long black hair that complemented her skin.She was very welcoming and showed me around the city. It was almost like we had known each other our entire lives.By the third day, Vanessa had made me memorize the train routes, how to use the subway and all the other essential things I needed to know to survive in this new city.She had also vouche

Robert had asked me to “dress my best” for the gallery exhibit today.His words were simpl. His smile on the other hand wasn’t, everything about him creeped me out.I didn’t want to give him a reason to complain or touch me again, so I slipped into a short black fitted dress that looked formal enough for the occasion. I added sheer tights to match and pulled my hair back into a neat low bun.I wanted to look as professional as possible with the least bit of skin left out for Robert’s prying eyes.The gallery was buzzing with activity by the time I arrived. Champagne trays floated around and I didn’t have time to breathe. Every second, I was being flagged down, pointed at, called over.I didn’t mind. I liked the distraction. It kept me as far away from Robert as possible and I also had the opportunity to meet several influencers and local artists.At exactly seven, I led the guests into one of the private viewing rooms. The walls were dimly lit, a blank canvas on the far wall waiting f

"Miss, you're under arrest for robbery and vandalism," an officer said as he clasped handcuffs around my wrists.They dug into my wrists like metal teeth as the officer yanked me out of the gallery, past a growing crowd of whispering guests.I didn’t fight. I didn’t scream.I just walked.I was too shocked to do anything. I had been stunned into silence and somehow this immense level of betrayal had silenced me completely.I kept my eyes on the floor. Humiliation burning like acid through every inch of me."Bloody thief," Lily spat as she shook her head in disappointment.I was forced into the car like a common criminal. I wasn't given a chance to defend myself or explain. Everyone had just assumed the worst of me.When we got to the station, they didn’t even ask for my side of the story.They just threw me in a chair, shoved a paper in front of me, and instructed me to sign it.“You either pay for the vase or you’ll be charged to court," an officer said.I blinked at him, my voice ho

"Kelsey, please come with me."Vanessa was practically on her knees, holding my hands like her life depended on it. Her eyes were wide with desperation and the faintest hint of excitement.She only got this excited when she was up to no good."I don’t know,” I hesitated. “After what happened at the gallery, I just… I’m not sure I’m ready for another crowd.”“I swear it’s just a regular party,” she insisted. “No creepy installations from one of your secret admirers, no surprises. Just drinks, music, and dancing. Please, I need you there.”I stared at her and despite every alarm in my head going off, I gave in. “Fine. But I’m not staying late.”Her face lit up like a kid on christmas. “Deal! Now go get ready. I laid something out for you.”I should’ve known.When I stepped into my room, the dress on the bed was practically illegal and would be banned in several countries.Black, short, backless, and tight enough to cut off my circulation. It had a plunging neckline that left nothing to