All Chapters of The Devil Who Bought Me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter Thirty -One : Old enemies Resurface

Her phone slipped from her fingers and landed on the bed with a muted thud. She sat there for a moment, listening to the rapid, uneven rhythm of her breathing. Her mind played the words her strange caller had repeated over and over again. She couldn't get it off her mind. Interested in her husband’s business. And in her.She shivered subconsciously and rubbed her arms. She had a premonition that something bad was going on and whatever it was it was terrible. The smell of danger hung around the air making it suffocating and difficult to breathe. She was panicking. That wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise. Natalie pushed up from the mattress and crossed to the door, locking it with a sharp click. The last thing she needed was Anita—or anyone—walking in right now. She needed space to think and plan. She grabbed her phone again, quickly scrolling through her contacts. Her thumb hovered over Lorenzo’s number, but she stopped herself. If he was in the middle of… whatever this was… c

Chapter Thirty-two : Husband, I'm not giving up.

Natalie leaned back in her chair, considering. “The company still owns an old production studio in the city. It’s small, but it’s… perfect. No one will look twice at it." Fiona arched a brow. “Except maybe Lorenzo’s people. You really think you can slip under his radar?” A slow smile touched Natalie’s lips. “If I’ve learned one thing about my husband, it’s that he doesn’t look where he thinks there’s nothing worth finding.” Fiona whistled. “Dangerous game, Nat.” “Everything with him is a dangerous game,” Natalie murmured, fingers tightening around her mug. "Or I can just tell him to give me the space. it's not as if he'll use it for anything. I confronted him about my inheritance the other day. He knows what I can do. I doubt he'll be surprised." she said. Fiona looked at her and smiled. "Yh. Even if he doesn't know. I know what you can do. You're Natalie afterall." she said with a chuckle. For a brief moment, the two women were silent, the hum of the espresso machine filling

Chapter Thirty -Three : The smell of Revenge.

Natalie stepped into the bare, echoing space that would soon become her studio. The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sawdust from the newly installed shelves. Fiona was already there, animatedly gesturing toward the far wall where she envisioned a display of crystal perfume bottles. “This,” Fiona declared, pointing to a corner bathed in sunlight, “will be your mixing station. Natural light, perfect for inspiration.” Natalie gave a small smile. This motivation was.... New. Anita, Natalie’s efficient PA, was deep in conversation with two interior decorators—both of whom Natalie had hired on Fiona’s recommendation. They were debating fabric swatches for the curtains, their voices rising and falling like an odd background melody. Natalie allowed herself a small smile. This place, for all its empty floors and exposed wires, felt like hers in a way nothing else had in months. Fiona had a vision, and Natalie was more than happy to let her run

Chapter Thirty-four : Getting on my nerves

"Just say what a this is all about, I don't have time for games.," she said. He kept his gaze fixated on her. "when were you planning on telling me about my warehouse? " he said. She couldn't read his tone. she has no idea how he was feeling and how best to approach him. She scoffed instead. "You knew already, was there any need to start explaining. You obviously know of everything I'm planning. You're just waiting to pick up after me." she said .. "was that your excuse? " he said. Natalie rolled her eyes. "is there supposed to be anything else? " she asked. He said nothing for a while. Then suddenly he was closer towering over her. "I'd expect the utmost transparency from you. I'm letting you get away with so much freedom to make up for the way you were married but please don't test my patience. It's very limited." he paused, then continued. "I understand you don't like me, you don't have to pretend that you do but I'd appreciate it if you kept a small atom of r

Chapter Thirty-Five: Defying my husband

She sat down beside him, carefully examining his features. She wanted to find out what he was thinking, but his face was an unreadable mask. Her aunt was gushing, seemingly excited. Isolde just sat beside her with an indifferent look. Leila wasn't at the table and inwardly Natalie was grateful for that. Lucian was seated also. Together with Lorenzo's parents. "I'm so honored to be here, " her aunt began "and I'm just glad you're taking care of Natalie . She's hard a terrible time growing up. This is a welcome change from where she's used to." her aunt said. Natalie cringed as she remembered her childhood. So much trauma.Madame de Luca smiled tightly. It was obvious she didn't take well to her aunt. Natalie was slightly worried. She needed they to like her. Aunt Zulu was the closest thing to a family that she had left. She thought back to Lorenzo's words but shook it off. Her aunt would never do anything bad to her. She adored her. She couldn't say much for Isolde because she wa

Chapter Thirty-Six : Restrategize

Natalie froze, one hand still clutching her bag strap. She turned slowly to face him. “Questions?” she repeated, her tone clipped. “Or accusations? Tell me Lorenzo, what was the purpose of this meeting? To humiliate me? Because I don't see why you would invite my aunt here without my permission." she said, eyes flashing with visible annoyance. Lorenzo’s expression was deceptively casual, but his eyes—those cold, assessing eyes—pinned her in place. He stepped closer, his presence swallowing the space between them. “Don’t play games,” he said softly, almost a whisper, though the weight of his words pressed heavily on her. “You never mentioned this… competition. You never told me you quit your job. In my company. Yet you parade it at my family’s table? What was that, Natalie—defiance? Or stupidity? There should be an explanation for that" he said. "Explanation?" she almost didn't believe her ears. "Tell me, explain to me how you'd go from accusing my aunt and her daughter of the wor

Chapter Thirty-Seven : Supportive Friend

"You took quite long" Esmeralda drawled sprawled across the couch in the hotel room Viktor had rented for them both. Isolde also known as Isabella stood across from her, her face expressionless and stoic. it was why she liked her. She didn't ask unnecessary questions and did what was ordered. "We didn't get invited until much later, ma'am" she responded politely. "Esmeralda brows raised. "Really?" she sighed. "so what have you got? " she asked. "Nothing much, as it was only the first meeting. But I believe there's a bit of tension between both of them. They didn’t seem to quite agree on anything. And... " she trailed off. Esmeralda rolled her eyes. "What are you looking forward to? continue" she prodded. "Natalie's venturing into her own business. A perfume enterprise. Apparently she's planning to enter into a competition to get funds to finance her business." she said. Esmeralda's ears perked up at that. "Did you say business? With all the De Luca fortune? she still finds i

Chapter Thirty-Eight : Working Myself to the bone.

Fiona smiled. "I've mapped out a series of steps that we can use to generate winning strategies for this competition". She said smiling excitedly.Nathalia didn't look convinced. But she didn't voice bet doubts. "Go on" she prodded. Fiona smiled, lifting her notes like they were precious treasures.“I’ve mapped out a series of steps we can use to generate winning strategies for this competition,” she said, her voice tinged with determination.Natalie leaned back, folding her arms as if bracing herself. “Alright, let’s hear it.”“Step one,” Fiona began, “we find out everything about the judges—what kind of projects they’ve backed before, what scents they like, even the kind of image they admire. We can’t just throw perfume at them; we need to show them their perfume, but through us. I've narrowed down you rivals to an expected few. They're the best in the field for new comers that is. But I'm guessing your own scents won't fall below expectations either" she grinned then continued

Chapter Thirty-nine : With the rise of morning.

The next morning, Natalie found herself pacing the study where Lorenzo sat, his expression unreadable as he scanned the letter Fiona had submitted. He'd called her in that morning, before she prepared to go to the studio. His assistant, Marco stood in the corner watching silently. Sometimes Natalie felt like he was more dangerous than his boss. He never said much. They hardly even spoke but there was this fleeting moment where she felt like if given the chance he'd strangle her with his bare hands. (it wasn't far from the truth). But it was usually fleeting with no lasting effects. Lorenzo's demeanor right now was her only concern. He leaned back in his chair, the soft leather creaking, and steepled his fingers.“So,” he said at last, his voice cool but edged with something Natalie couldn’t quite place, “she’s decided to resign.”Natalie swallowed. “Yes. She… she wants to help me with the perfume business. She believes in me. I don't see anything wrong with that." Lorenzo’s eyes lif

Chapter Forty : Whispers of Nothing

Natalie handed Fiona the phone reluctantly, watching the fire in her friend’s eyes as she began tapping furiously at the screen. Anita hovered behind her, nervous but clearly intrigued at Fiona’s sudden hacker-like focus.“You’re really going to track them?” Natalie asked.Fiona didn’t look up. “You think I worked in that dreary office all these years without learning how to dig into people’s business? Oh Pleeaseeee! You can't work in the De Luca family company and be dumb. We have special trainings just to be a P.A . I never liked those trainings but I'm so grateful for them now. Give me a few hours. If this bastard left even the smallest digital footprint, I’ll find it.”Anita frowned. “And if it leads to someone dangerous?"Fiona’s lips curled into a humorless smile. “Then they’ll wish they never dialed Natalie De Luca’s number.”"Okay, super girl. Maybe we should just pull the reins there a bit. We are not going to go full murder mode on someone we barely know." Anita said. Fion

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