All Chapters of Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow: Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

Dante Moretti’s safe house wasn't a bunker. It was a penthouse in DUMBO overlooking the East River. It was filled with modern art, expensive whiskey, and illegal firearms.I paced the floor. I felt like a caged tiger.On the massive television screen, the news played on a loop."Vivian Thorne, wife of fugitive billionaire Julian Thorne, was arraigned in federal court this morning. The judge denied bail, citing her husband's flight as evidence of a significant flight risk."The screen showed footage of Vivian being led out of the courthouse. She wore an orange jumpsuit. Her hands were cuffed to her waist. She looked pale, but her head was high. She didn't hide her face from the cameras.I threw my glass of whiskey at the wall.Crash.The crystal shattered, spraying amber liquid over a priceless Basquiat print."Easy, tiger," Dante drawled from the leather sofa. "That painting cost more than your helicopter ride.""She's in a cage because of me," I roared. "I left her there, Dante! I ju

I woke up to the smell of coffee and turpentine.For a moment, I panicked. I didn't recognize the ceiling. It wasn't the ornate plaster of the penthouse bedroom. It was exposed timber beams and white-painted brick.Then I remembered.The heist. The helicopter. The cell. The release.I rolled over.Julian was sitting on the floor near the window. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He was barefoot. He held a mug in one hand and was staring at the unfinished painting on the easel—the one I had started before Elias invaded my life.He looked peaceful. The tension that usually vibrated off him like a hum in a high-voltage wire was gone."You're staring at it like it's a spreadsheet," I croaked, my voice raspy from sleep.Julian turned. A slow smile spread across his face."I'm trying to figure out the lighting," he said. "The shadows don't make sense physically, but emotionally... they are perfect."I sat up. My body ached. The metal bench in the holding cell had left brui

Julian stared at the little plastic stick in my trembling hand.The harsh bathroom light reflected off the small digital screen. The word PREGNANT was stark and black, leaving no room for interpretation.For a long, agonizing moment, the air in the loft seemed to vanish. Julian didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. The man who had faced down hit squads, dismantled the Consortium, and outsmarted the FBI without a drop of sweat looked completely and utterly terrified."Julian?" I whispered. My voice cracked. "Say something. Please."He blinked. Once. Twice. The shock in his icy blue eyes began to shatter, replaced by something so raw and overwhelming it made my breath hitch.The digital test slipped from my fingers and clattered into the porcelain sink.Julian didn't catch it. Instead, his knees buckled.The billionaire CEO, the ruthless predator of Wall Street, dropped to the tile floor right in front of me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and buried his face against my stomach. I