All Chapters of Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 11 :The Rival Family

When I woke up, the space beside me was empty.I ran my hand over the sheets. They were cool to the touch. Julian had been gone for hours.I sat up, pulling his oversized t-shirt tighter around me. The memory of last night—his arms around me, his heartbeat under my ear—felt like a fever dream. Had the Devil of the East Side really cuddled me until I fell asleep? Or was that just another manipulation?I swung my legs out of bed. On the nightstand, there was a note written in sharp, angular script.I have a meeting in the penthouse. Stay in the room until I come for you.It wasn't a request. It was an order."Bossy," I muttered, crumpling the note.I wasn't going to stay in the room like a good little prisoner. I needed answers about the photo I had found. Target: Eleanor Hayes.I walked to the bedroom door and pressed my ear against the wood. I could hear low voices drifting from the main living area.I cracked the door open just a sliver.Julian was standing by the floor-to-ceiling wi

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

CHAPTER The First Strike

I spent an hour in the bathroom practicing my face in the mirror.Neutral. Calm. Clueless.If Julian knew I had overheard his conversation, he would lock me in a windowless room. I had to play the part of the naive, grateful wife until I could find a way to escape.When I finally walked out into the living room, Julian was waiting. He checked his watch."You're ready," he stated. "We have an appointment.""An appointment?" I asked, keeping my voice steady. "With who? The warden?"Julian didn't smile. "With an obstetrician. You need a check-up. And I need to know the baby is healthy."My hand went to my stomach instinctively. "I thought we were on lockdown.""My private doctor is meeting us at the clinic. It’s a secure location." He held out his hand. "Come."I took his hand. It was warm and calloused. The hand of a killer.We took the private elevator down to the garage. A convoy was waiting—two black SUVs filled with security, and Julian’s armored Rolls Royce in the middle."Is all t

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

CHAPTER 13: Tending the Wounds

The ride back to the Thorne Tower was a blur of rain, sirens, and deathly silence.Julian spent the entire trip on his phone, his voice a low, lethal growl as he barked orders to his security teams. He wouldn't look at me. He sat rigid, his knuckles white as he gripped his phone, radiating waves of fury.When we pulled into the underground garage, it looked like a military base. Dozens of armed guards surrounded the SUV before we could even open the doors.We were rushed up to the penthouse in the private elevator. The moment the doors closed, sealing us inside the silent glass fortress, the adrenaline crashed out of me.My knees buckled.Julian caught me. Again."I've got you," he murmured.He swung me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style into the living room. He deposited me gently onto the plush velvet sofa."Stay here," he commanded, turning toward the bar. "I need a drink."I watched him walk away. Now that the chaos had settled, I could see the damage. His suit jacket was

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

CHAPTER 14: Ashes and Phone Calls

The television screen was a wall of orange fire."Breaking News," the reporter said, her voice grim. "A massive explosion has decimated the East Side shipping yards early this morning. Authorities suspect arson, though no group has claimed responsibility."I sat on the velvet sofa, clutching a throw pillow to my chest. The footage panned over the twisted metal and black smoke billowing into the gray sky.The shipping yards. The Vencetti territory.Julian hadn't been speaking in metaphors. He had ordered an airstrike—or the ground equivalent of one—because they scratched his cheek."Coffee, Mrs. Thorne."I jumped. Mrs. Davis set a cup down on the coaster. She glanced at the TV, her face impassive."Mr. Thorne prefers we keep the news off," she said, reaching for the remote."Leave it," I ordered, my voice sharper than I intended. "Where is he?""Mr. Thorne is in meetings. The... situation at the docks requires his attention." Mrs. Davis straightened her apron. "He has doubled the guard

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CHAPTER 15: The Truth About October

"Who were you talking to?"Julian’s voice was low, dangerous, and demanding. He took a step toward me, his eyes locked on the phone still clutched in my hand.I could have lied. I could have said it was a telemarketer, or the front desk. But the fire on the television screen was still burning in my peripheral vision, and the voice of Luca Vencetti was still echoing in my ear.Ask him who was driving the car.I took a deep breath, fighting the trembling in my knees. I didn't back away. I stepped forward."I was talking to a ghost," I said, my voice shaking but loud. "Or at least, someone you wish was a ghost."Julian stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Vivian. Give me the phone.""October 12th," I said.The words hung in the air like a guillotine blade.Julian went perfectly still. The color didn't drain from his face; instead, his expression turned to stone. The mask was back, tighter than ever."What did you say?" he whispered."Ten years ago. October 12th," I repeated, tears prick

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

CHAPTER 16: The Trap

"Help you?" I repeated, wiping the last of the tears from my cheeks. "I’m a librarian, Julian. I organize books. I don't fight mafia wars."Julian walked over to the wall safe hidden behind a massive abstract painting. He punched in a code, and the panel slid open with a hiss."I don't need a soldier, Vivian," he said, pulling out a black velvet jewelry box and a small, silver device. "I need a distraction."He returned to the center of the room and placed the items on the coffee table."Luca Vencetti is angry," Julian explained, his voice clinical. "I burned his docks. He lost millions in shipment inventory this morning. He is desperate, and desperate men make mistakes.""So what is the plan?" I asked, eyeing the silver device. It looked like a detonator."Tomorrow night is the annual Emerald Gala. It’s the biggest charity event in the city. Neutral ground. Everyone will be there—politicians, police commissioners... and Luca."Julian looked at me. "We are going to walk in the front d

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

CHAPTER 17 : The Emerald Gala

The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza was a sea of black tuxedos and glittering gowns. Crystal chandeliers the size of small cars hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the city’s elite.But when the doors opened for us, the room didn't just quiet down. It froze.Julian Thorne walked in first, looking like the God of War in a tuxedo. He turned and offered me his hand.I stepped into the light. The crimson silk dress rustled softly against my legs. I felt the weight of the diamond choker against my throat—cold, heavy, and reassuring.I am not a victim, I repeated in my head. I am the bait."Head up," Julian murmured, his lips barely moving. "They are all watching. Make them envy you."I lifted my chin. I took his arm. We descended the marble staircase together.The whispers started instantly."Is that the Hayes girl?" "I heard she was pregnant." "Look at that necklace. That’s the Thorne Sapphire. It hasn't been worn since his grandmother died."We moved through the crowd like shar

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

CHAPTER 18 : Shattered Glass

The ballroom exploded into chaos.Hundreds of people hit the floor screaming as glass rained down from the shattered balcony doors. The orchestra stopped abruptly, replaced by the deafening cracks of gunfire.Pop. Pop.Two of the men Luca had claimed were "security" dropped to the floor, red blooming on their chests.Julian hadn't missed. He was moving across the room, stepping over cowering guests, his silver gun raised and steady. He didn't look at the chaos. He looked only at me."Move and you die!" Luca shouted, tightening his grip on my arm. He pulled a gun from his tuxedo jacket and pressed the cold barrel against my temple.I froze. My breath trapped in my throat."Back off, Thorne!" Luca screamed, using me as a human shield. "Or I paint the walls with her pretty little brain!"Julian stopped ten feet away. He held his weapon up, his face a mask of terrifying calm."Let her go, Luca," Julian said. His voice wasn't a shout. It was a low, vibrating command that carried over the s

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

CHAPTER 19 : The Silent Ride

The exit from the Plaza was a gauntlet of blinding lights and screaming voices.Julian didn't put me down. He carried me through the service corridors, past terrified kitchen staff, and out into the loading bay where his armored convoy was waiting.The press had already surrounded the back entrance."Mr. Thorne! Was it a hit?" "Is your wife injured?" "Who opened fire?"Julian ignored them all. His security team formed a human wedge, shoving cameras out of the way. He practically threw me into the back of the SUV and climbed in after me, slamming the door so hard the heavy vehicle shook."Go," he barked at the driver. "Do not stop for red lights."The partition between us and the front seat slid up with a mechanical hiss, sealing us in soundproof silence.The silence was worse than the screaming.Julian sat on the far side of the leather bench seat. He was staring straight ahead, his jaw locked tight enough to grind his teeth to dust. His hands rested on his knees, still shaking slight

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

CHAPTER 20 : The Background Clue

The penthouse was silent when I woke up.It was a heavy, suffocating silence. The kind that comes after a scream.I rolled over, my body aching from the adrenaline crash of the gala. The space beside me was empty. The sheets were perfectly smooth, untouched. Julian hadn't come to bed.I dragged myself up. I didn't bother looking for him. I knew where he would be—locked in his study, hiding behind his "security protocols" and his scotch, keeping the ghosts of 2005 away from me.Ask him about the warehouse fire.I walked into the massive walk-in closet. My eyes went instantly to the back corner, where my ruined white wedding dress was stuffed behind a row of winter coats.I pulled it out. The silk was wrinkled and stained, a sad relic of the girl I used to be. I reached into the tear in the lining of the bodice.My fingers brushed against the glossy paper.I pulled out the photograph.Target: Eleanor Hayes.I had looked at this photo a dozen times. I had focused on my mother’s smiling f

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