All Chapters of The Devil Who Bought Me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lorenzo stared at her not fully understanding what she meant but realizing that it could change everything.“What do you mean cara?” He asked. Natalie pulled out of his embrace. “Your best friend’s death wasn’t related to me. It just happened that I was in the area when he died.” She said.Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed.“And what might you have been doing there?” He asked.“Running from my uncle. It wasn’t the first time , from time to time I always tried to run away. But I never succeeded. Mostly because I had nowhere to go. I lived a secluded life with my parents and I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere else. I didn’t know where to go.” She said.“And yet you kept escaping.” Lorenzo said a smile tugging at his lips.Natalie smiled despite herself.“I did. The times I was outside allowed me to think , to be free, to truly live. I spent the hours before the guards found me to think of all the wonderful things I could do once I got out. Hope was what kept me going. Aside that, I was dead insid

“What in heaven’s name is this?” Isabella nearly shrieked at the sight of the supposedly ‘new’ house that Natalie had given to them. They had drove straight to the house from Natalie’s. It wasn’t as if it was bad but it wasn’t what they’d been expecting. When she’d told them about the new house they’d been expecting a luxurious mansion In the choicest place in California, not a two bedroom flat in the outskirts of California. Her mother turned to the driver that had drove them in anger, like he was the cause of their problems. “Are you sure you have the right address!?” She lashed out. The driver didn’t flinch but answered coolly.“Yes ma’am. I am not mistaken and if you would excuse me. I have to go. I have other appointments to meet up with.” He said and with a curt nod , he went back into the car and drove off. Her mother was very pissed. “Wait till I tell my niece about your unruly behavior. Let’s see how long you can keep up that arrogant attitude.” Her mother screamed at the

Natalie Met Lucian in the hallways. She was heading to her work place about to set the motions for her plan into action. Meeting Lucian here and now was the last thing on her schedule . They stopped for one awkward moment looking at each other then she step-sided him and made to pass without saying a word. She knew it was obvious that she was avoiding him but being alone with Lucian affected her in more ways than one. And she wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Not now. It was easier to hide the feelings. Even though she couldn’t categorize them into feelings just yet.“Really? You’re just going to pass me . Just like that?” Lucian scoffed turning to face her. She stopped but didn’t turn just yet. She took in a deep breath, then turned to face him. “You should know the reason why already, And you know it’s a measure I have to take.” She replied with no hint of friendliness. It was harsh, but it was better the boundaries were set on time. Things were already going well with Lorenzo s

Fiona was good at pretending.Natalie had to give her that much.She watched her from across the office floor — the way she walked, unhurried, with that easy confidence of someone who believed they were untouchable. The way she laughed at something one of the junior staff said, head thrown back, hand on the girl's arm like she was everyone's favorite person in the room. The way she sat at her desk and answered calls and shuffled papers and performed the role of loyal employee so convincingly that if Natalie hadn't known, she would have believed it herself.But she did know.And knowing changed the shape of everything.She turned away from the glass partition and went back to her own desk. Anita was seated across from her, going through a stack of supplier contracts with the focused intensity of someone who treated paperwork like a personal enemy. She didn't look up when Natalie sat down."She arrived early this morning," Anita said without preamble."I noticed.""Forty minutes before

Fear had a smell.Isabella had learned that young. It smelled like her mother's perfume at three in the morning — that particular blend of jasmine and something sharper underneath, something chemical and anxious that no expensive bottle could entirely mask. It smelled like hushed phone calls and locked doors and the specific silence that fell over a house when the person inside it was planning something they couldn't say out loud.She had grown up inside that smell.She had simply never expected to become it.---The new house was quiet in a way that felt accusatory.Not peaceful quiet — not the kind that invited rest or reflection. The kind that pressed against the ears and made the ordinary sounds of living feel too loud by contrast. The drip of a tap. The settle of a floorboard. The sound of her own breathing in a room that had no history, no warmth, no accumulated texture of a life properly lived.Her mother had redecorated aggressively within the first week. Throw pillows in colo