All Chapters of Sold to the Devil: His Ruthless Vow: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER 81 : The Gentleman

I didn't turn on the lights in the studio.The afternoon sun was fading. It cast long, jagged shadows across the loft. I stood in front of a fresh canvas. I held a palette knife loaded with crimson paint.He is a wolf.The words echoed in my head.I slashed the knife across the canvas. A thick red wound appeared on the white surface.I am doing what is necessary.I slashed again. Black this time. Cutting through the red.I was angry. I was angry at Julian for lying. I was angry at Nadia for looking at me like I was a child. But mostly I was angry at myself for believing that a ring and a gala could change who we were."Violent," a voice said from the doorway. "But honest."I spun around. I raised the palette knife like a shank.Elias Vane stood there.He wasn't wearing the turtleneck from the boardroom. He wore a soft gray suit with no tie. He held a bottle of sparkling water in one hand and a small paper bag in the other."How did you get in here?" I demanded. "My security detail is

Last Updated : 2026-02-02

CHAPTER 82 : Gunpowder and Perfume

I sat in the wingback chair by the unlit fireplace, watching the city lights of New York flicker below.It was 2:00 AM.The penthouse was silent. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. It sounded like a countdown.I wasn't painting. I wasn't reading. I was just waiting.I heard the elevator ding. The heavy front door opened and clicked shut.Footsteps moved softly across the marble foyer. Heavy, tired footsteps.Julian walked into the living room. He was loosening his tie. He had shed his jacket somewhere in the hall. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the hollow of his throat.He didn't see me at first in the shadows. He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of amber liquid. He drank it in one swallow, his head tipped back, his eyes closed.He looked exhausted. He looked defeated."Did you find him?" I asked.Julian flinched. The glass clattered onto the wooden surface of the cabinet. He spun around, his

Last Updated : 2026-02-03

CHAPTER 83 : The Chelsea Loft

I left the penthouse before the sun fully rose.I didn't pack a bag. That felt too final. I just took my purse, my sketchbook, and the folded lease Elias had given me.I took a taxi to Chelsea. I didn't want to use the town car. I didn't want Leo reporting my location to Julian.The building was a converted warehouse on 25th Street. It was brick and iron, gritty on the outside but gentrified on the inside.I punched the code from the lease into the keypad.Click.The heavy metal door swung open.I walked inside and gasped.The space was breathtaking. It was an entire floor of open concept industrial perfection. Twenty-foot ceilings. Exposed brick painted a crisp, gallery white. A wall of windows facing the High Line that flooded the room with soft, northern light—the best light for painting.It smelled of turpentine and possibility.In the center of the room, an easel was already set up. Beside it was a table stacked with high-end oils, brushes, and blank canvases.It was everything I

Last Updated : 2026-02-04

CHAPTER 84 : Trespassing

I heard the sound of the downstairs door crashing open.It wasn't a key turning in a lock. It was metal shearing against metal. A kick. A breach.I froze. My brush hovered over the canvas.Heavy footsteps pounded up the industrial staircase. They were fast. Urgent.I didn't run. I didn't hide. I just set my brush down and wiped my hands on the rag. I knew who it was.The door to the loft flew open. It banged against the brick wall with a violence that shook the floor.Julian stood there.He was breathing hard. His hair was windblown. He wore a dark wool coat over his suit. His eyes were wild as he scanned the room. He checked the corners. He checked the windows. He looked for a threat.Then his eyes landed on me."Vivian," he breathed.He strode across the room. He grabbed my shoulders. His grip was bruising."Are you hurt?" he demanded. He looked me over, checking for blood, for injuries. "Why did you turn off your phone? I thought they had taken you.""I am fine," I said. I tried to

Last Updated : 2026-02-06

CHAPTER 85 : The Exhibition

Three days later, I held my first solo exhibition.I didn't have time to paint a full collection. I displayed twelve pieces. Six were old sketches I had saved from the penthouse. Six were new oils I had feverishly painted in the loft over the last seventy-two hours.They were raw. They were messy. They were me.I stood by the entrance of the Chelsea loft, clutching a glass of warm champagne. I wore a simple black dress, not a designer gown. I wore my hair down."You look terrified," Elias said, appearing at my elbow.He looked impeccable in a navy velvet blazer. He fit into the art world seamlessly, unlike Julian, who always looked like a shark swimming in a koi pond."I am terrified," I admitted. "What if they hate it? What if they see the wife of a billionaire playing artist?""They won't," Elias said. He gestured to the room.The loft was full. Not with Julian’s business associates, but with real people. Hipsters from Brooklyn. Critics from the Times. Students from Parsons."I made

Last Updated : 2026-02-07

CHAPTER 86 : The Counterstrike

The morning sun hit the glass of the Thorne Tower executive suite, but it brought no warmth.I sat at my desk, staring at a digital receipt on my tablet.Payment Successful: $2.4 Million. Recipient: Chelsea Art Collective (V. Thorne).I rubbed my temples. I had bought every single piece. The sketches. The oils. Even the unfinished study she had clearly done in a rage.I told myself it was support. I told myself I was investing in her future. But deep down, I knew Elias was right. I couldn't stand the thought of some stranger owning a piece of her soul. If anyone was going to hang her pain on a wall, it should be me."Boss."Leo burst into the office. He didn't knock. His face was pale."The Feds are downstairs," Leo said breathlessly. "Agent Miller. And a tactical team."I stood up, buttoning my jacket. A grim smile touched my lips."Good," I said. "The inspection at the docks must have paid off. They found the dirt on Vanguard."Leo shook his head. He looked terrified."No, Julian. T

Last Updated : 2026-02-08

CHAPTER 87 : Sanctuary

The lock on the loft door was still broken from my last visit. It was a jagged reminder of my loss of control.I didn't bother knocking. I pushed the heavy metal door open with my shoulder.The loft was bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon sun. It was quiet. Peaceful. A sharp contrast to the chaos of my life, which was currently burning to the ground on cable news.Vivian was standing by the window. She was wiping a palette knife with a rag. She looked calm. Too calm.She turned as I entered. She didn't look surprised."I saw the news," she said. Her voice was flat. "The FBI raided the tower.""You saw the news," I repeated, walking into the room. I felt wild. My tie was gone. My shirt was unbuttoned. I probably looked like a madman. "Did you also see the deposit in your bank account? The two point four million dollars?"Vivian didn't flinch. "I saw that too.""You kept it," I accused. I stopped in the middle of the room, my hands balling into fists. "Elias told me. You to

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

CHAPTER 88 : The Heist

"We can't just walk in the front door," Julian said. He was pacing the length of the loft, dragging a hand through his hair. "The FBI has a perimeter set up on 5th Avenue. They have agents in the lobby. They have a sniper on the roof of the St. Regis across the street.""We aren't walking in the front door," Elena said calmly. She was sitting at the table, sketching a diagram of Thorne Tower on the back of a pizza box. "And we aren't using guns.""Then how do we get the server logs?" Julian demanded. "Elias hacked the digital manifest. The only proof that I didn't authorize that shipment is on the hard-line backup in the server room on the 40th floor. If the FBI gets to it first, or if Elias wipes it remotely, I go to prison for twenty years.""We need a Trojan Horse," Vivian said.She was standing by the window, looking at the city lights."A what?" Julian asked."A Trojan Horse," Vivian repeated. She turned around. Her eyes were bright. "The FBI seized your business assets. But they

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

CHAPTER 89 : Vertigo

WHEEP-WHEEP-WHEEP.The strobe lights pulsed against the sterile white walls of the 40th-floor hallway.I didn't wait. As soon as the magnetic lock on the server room door clicked open, I kicked it.The heavy steel door swung inward.I was inside.Rows of black server racks hummed in the darkness, illuminated only by the red emergency lights. The air was freezing—kept at a constant sixty degrees to protect the machines.I didn't have time to be cold.I ran to the main terminal. Rack 3. Row B. The physical backup for the logistics manifest."Come on," I muttered, my fingers flying over the keypad.I didn't need a password. The fire alarm had triggered a system-wide fail-safe. All encryption was suspended to allow for data preservation in case of a meltdown.Vivian. My brilliant, reckless wife. She had just handed me the keys to the kingdom.I located the drive. It was a solid-state block the size of a brick.I yanked the release lever.Click.I pulled the drive out. I shoved it into the

Last Updated : 2026-02-11

CHAPTER 90 : The Prisoner

The interrogation room was freezing.It was designed that way. Cold makes people uncomfortable. Discomfort makes people talk.I sat at the metal table, my hands cuffed to the bar bolted to the floor. I was still wearing my jumpsuit from the heist, but they had taken my belt and shoelaces.My mugshot was already flashing on the news channels in the lobby. Vivian Thorne. Accomplice to Treason.The heavy door buzzed and opened.Agent Miller walked in. He carried two coffees. He set one down in front of me."Black," he said. "Figured you needed it."I didn't touch it. "I want my lawyer.""Your lawyer is stuck in traffic," Miller lied. He sat down opposite me. He looked tired, but smug. "And frankly, Mrs. Thorne, a lawyer can't help you now. We have you on video pulling the fire alarm. We have you aiding the escape of a federal fugitive. That's twenty years, minimum.""My husband is innocent," I said calmly. "He was framed.""By who?" Miller scoffed. "The Easter Bunny? We found military gu

Last Updated : 2026-02-12

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