All Chapters of The Devil Owns Me Now: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ronan’s POVThe first thing I heard was the sound of chains clinking every time I moved and each movement made my head throb even more, like someone was hammering nails inside my skull. I had never had a headache this bad before and it felt like my head was about to split open. My vision blurred from the pain, and every tiny move made me wince. I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest tightening as the air around me was cold and damp against my skin, smelling sharp and metallic, like rust. Rust?I frowned a little, trying to make sense of it while also panicking. Why did it smell like that? Why was it so cold? And most importantly, where the hell was I? My stomach knotted from the unfamiliar scent and the roughness of the ground. I forced my eyes open, but it didn’t help much because everything was dark. My throat felt tight and dry as I groaned, trying to sit up, but the sound of metal clinking sounded again, louder this time and it was louder this time which made me realize that it w

Ronan’s POVI stared at the man like he had spoken another language. My brain couldn’t process his words. I’ve been sold? That was it? Just like that? Sold like a fucking object? No warning, no conversation, no explanation, nothing. One minute I was trapped like an animal, the next I was being dragged away like trash being collected.“I’ve been bought?” I asked, numb, confused, shaking. The words felt heavy and stupid leaving my mouth, but that was all I could think to say. “What do you mean I’ve been bought? By who? When? How? What the fuck is going on?”The man dragging me forward let out a long, annoyed grunt like I was irritating him. “How the hell am I supposed to know that?”“So you just sell people without even knowing who the buyers are?” I snapped, planting my feet on the ground to stop him from dragging me, but he shoved me harder like I was nothing.“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he growled without even looking at me. “All I care about is that we got rid of you fast and

Ronan’s POV“Also, you’re not a sex pet or a slave,” Leon said, his voice flat but edged with that quiet warning I was beginning to recognize. “You need to stop saying that.”He didn’t even look at me while he spoke, just stared straight ahead, his jaw set like stone. “You don’t understand how powerful my father is. It doesn’t matter what country my brother runs to, my father’s reach will always find him. If people find out who he really is, it’ll destroy everything my father built. And he doesn’t let anything destroy him.”“My father is a ruthless man,” he continued. “He doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t tolerate shame and has never supported people who are… different.” The word left his mouth coated in disgust, but I couldn’t tell if it was for his father or the truth itself.Leon turned then, cold eyes meeting mine. “If he should find out about him… or you… it wouldn’t end well.”The car went silent. My stomach twisted painfully, the air thick enough to choke on. I dragged in

“Wear those shoes,” Leon just repeated himself, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a small breath. I just glared back at him while he stared down at me in return. This went on for several minutes, a tense silence hanging in the air, filled only by the faint sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of the basement. Shamefully, I was the first to look away. I felt a pang of disappointment in myself for not being able to hold his gaze for so long, for not being able to scowl him down as I wanted.Scowling, I grabbed the shoes and forced them onto my feet. To my surprise, they fit perfectly, almost as if they had been made for me. I wondered if he had guessed my size himself, or if it was just a coincidence that the shoes fit so well. The thought made my mind run in a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Leon, as usual, said nothing, his cold, unreadable expression not giving away even a fraction of a reaction.“My brother is on his way here and will join us soon,” he said after

Days went by pretty fast at first, and honestly, I thought things weren’t entirely bad. Like, the first two days, I kept waiting for something terrible to happen, but nothing did. Being in the room didn’t totally suck the way I expected it to. The room was actually nice. I had my own bed, my own toilet and bathroom. The bed was soft enough, the water in the bathroom was warm, and nobody was disturbing me or shouting at me.I was even sleeping well, which surprised me. I didn’t have nightmares or sudden wake-ups and every single day I was getting food, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was hot, fresh and honestly really good. I kept thinking they were going to starve me or give me something horrible, but they didn’t. The food was actually something I looked forward to. So for the first few days, I was like, okay… maybe this isn’t hell after all. I thought I was going to suffer being here, but I wasn’t. I was actually, stupidly, kind of enjoying the peace.But by the fifth day, everythin