All Chapters of Taming the Devil: After Divorce, Tangled Up in You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 : “I want a divorce. Sign the papers!”

Rosie sat at the dining table, the candlelight flickering softly against untouched plates. The roasted chicken—Isabella’s favourite—had long since gone cold.She glanced at the clock.Nine o’clock.Charles Sterling was not home.He had promised. He had promised their daughter he would return before five, in time for her seventh birthday dinner. Isabella had waited by the window for hours, her small hands pressed against the glass, as though longing alone might summon him.But the sun had set, and with it, that promise had quietly broken.Now, Rosie tucked her daughter into bed, her movements gentle and unhurried. Isabella’s eyes were swollen from crying, her little body curled beneath the covers.“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Rosie murmured, brushing a tear from her cheek. “Daddy’s just busy.”Her voice wavered despite her efforts.Downstairs, the house felt unbearably still. By half past nine, Rosie could no longer bear the silence. She picked up her phone and dialled.“Hello?” Charl

Chapter 2 : “Reminds me of a certain crazy night in my car back in college—do you?”

Her fingers trembled as she dialled his number.He picked up almost immediately.“Yes?”“Where is my daughter?” Rosie demanded.A soft chuckle. “You mean our daughter?”Her jaw tightened. “Don’t play games with me, Charles.”“She’s fine,” he said casually. “We’re at the toy store. She’s picking whatever she wants.”“Put her on the phone.”A brief shuffle.Then—“Mommy!” Isabella’s voice burst through, bright and happy. “Daddy brought me to the mall! I’m getting a toy!”Rosie closed her eyes, relief hitting her so hard it almost made her dizzy.“Are you having fun, sweetheart?”“Yes! But I want you here too! Can you come?”Rosie swallowed. “Soon, baby. Stay with Daddy for now, okay?”“Okay! I love you!”“I love you too. Give the phone back.”A pause.Then Charles again.“What now?”Rosie’s grip tightened around her phone, her jaw aching from how hard she clenched it.“Just tell me which mall you’re at,” she said, her voice strained but steady. “I’m coming to get Isabella.”Charles let

Chapter 3 : “Those heels look dangerous.”

Rosie scarcely realised she had begun to run until the corridor stretched before her like something endless, her heels striking sharply against the marble as though urging her forward. Tears blurred her vision, spilling freely now, unchecked and unwelcome.This family… they’re all monsters.The thought came bitterly, almost violently.She only needed to find Isabella.Find her—and leave.For good.But before she could reach the stairwell—She collided with someone.“Ah—!”The impact sent her stumbling backwards, her balance lost as she fell hard against the floor. For a moment, the world tilted unpleasantly, her thoughts scattering as she blinked up in a daze.The first thing she noticed was a pair of polished black shoes, immaculate against the marble. Then the sharp line of dark trousers. And finally—His face.It was, quite absurdly, the sort of face one might expect to see in a painting rather than in the middle of a hallway—striking in its symmetry, composed to the point of arrog

Chapter 4 : “Which Rosie? We have several Rosies here.”

The journey back was a quiet one.Rosie sat by the window, her arm wrapped protectively around Isabella as the city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white. Beside her, her daughter hummed softly, swinging her legs in idle contentment, blissfully unaware of the storm gathering within her mother’s chest.When the car came to a stop before the motel, Rosie paid the driver and stepped out, lifting the small suitcase Charles had packed. The building loomed ahead—its flickering neon sign casting an unsteady glow, the air tinged faintly with dust and damp.Isabella looked up at it, her small hand tightening around Rosie’s sleeve. “Mommy… why does this hotel look so scary?”Rosie managed a smile, though it felt fragile. “It isn’t scary, darling,” she said gently. “We’re simply not staying somewhere fancy this time. Think of it as… something different.”She unlocked the door and led her inside.The room was small—smaller than anything Isabella had known. A single bed, an ageing telev

Chapter 5 : “You will attend to my daily needs. Especially in bed.”

Rosie sat quietly for several minutes, her gaze drifting about the room with cautious curiosity.The office was vast—sleek and sophisticated, yet touched with something unexpectedly personal. Modern art lined the walls, each piece no doubt worth more than she cared to imagine, while a series of sculpted figures stood upon display—abstract, deliberate, and entirely beyond her understanding.And yet, it was not the art that held her attention.It was the door.Set apart in the far corner, it stood in quiet defiance of the room’s otherwise modern design—crafted from dark wood, intricately carved with swirling patterns that spoke of something far older, far more deliberate. And set within it, almost jarringly, was a sleek fingerprint lock.Rosie found herself staring at it rather longer than intended.There was something about it—something distinctly out of place.Mysterious.Almost… unsettling.What on earth could he be keeping behind that?Her thoughts wandered, unhelpfully vivid. Sebas

Chapter 6 : “Even if it means selling my soul a deal with the devil.”

Rosie stormed out of the Sterling Enterprises building, her heels striking sharply against the pavement, each step fuelled by humiliation and rage.“I may be desperate,” she snapped aloud, heedless of the curious glances cast her way, “but I did not come here to be treated like a common prostitute.”Her voice trembled, though she refused to let it break.She turned, glaring up at the gleaming glass tower, and lifted her hand in a distinctly unladylike gesture.“You bastard,” she muttered bitterly. “Just like your brother.”Her phone buzzed.The interruption was abrupt enough to pull her from her fury. She glanced down—and froze.Two emails.Job offers.For a fleeting moment, something close to relief flickered across her face.“Well,” she murmured, a brittle smile forming, “there you are. I shall manage perfectly well without you, Mr Sebastian Edward Sterling.”The first office was modest but respectable, its atmosphere filled with the quiet hum of work and polite conversation.Rosie

Chapter 7 : “You have seen this room. Do you truly expect gentleness?”

“Good evening, Sister-in-law.”Sebastian’s voice slipped through the receiver like velvet—smooth, assured, and laced with something far more dangerous beneath its surface. The faint amusement in his tone made Rosie’s stomach tighten.He already knew.Of course he did.“I assume you’re calling about my offer,” he continued lightly, as though savouring the moment.“Y–Yes,” Rosie managed, her throat tightening.The word felt heavier than it should have.Less than a day ago, she had walked out of his office with what little dignity she had left.And now—Now she was calling him back.Desperate enough to bargain with the devil himself.“I… I’ll accept,” she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers trembled as she clutched the phone. “I’ll do anything… as long as I get the money.”A low chuckle answered her—dark, amused, entirely unashamed.“I have often wondered,” Sebastian said slowly, “what it would feel like to fuck my own sister-in-law.”Rosie’s breath caught sharply

Chapter 8 : If her name is Rosemary Seo, you will treat her with the utmost respect.

Rosie remained in the CEO’s office for some time, unable to leave just yet.She sat where she had been left, her gaze fixed upon the grand executive chair as though it might somehow explain what had just transpired. Her thoughts refused to settle, circling endlessly, until the sharp knock at the door startled her from them.She turned.Desiree entered quietly, a cup of tea balanced neatly in her hand.Without a word, she approached and placed it gently before Rosie.“You should drink this, Mrs Sterling,” she said, her tone softer than before. “Mr Edward Sterling can be… rather overwhelming.”Rosie looked up at her, still unsettled.“You knew,” she said slowly. “About that room.”“Yes.”The answer came without hesitation.“So he’s used it… with many women?”“Not many,” Desiree replied evenly. “Only those he finds… suitable.”Rosie frowned faintly. “Suitable?”“I’m afraid I cannot elaborate on that, Mrs Sterling.”Rosie lowered her gaze, her mind conjuring images she would rather not en

Chapter 9 : We have a new home now.

Rosie carried the luggage into the apartment and, after setting it down, began to explore her new surroundings with quiet deliberation.She moved from room to room, taking stock of everything with practical intent rather than wonder. Two of the bedrooms were quickly designated—one for herself, the other for Isabella—before she continued on to inspect the bathrooms, the laundry area, and finally the kitchen.It was the kitchen that held her attention the longest.She opened the refrigerator and paused.It was fully stocked—impressively so.“They’ve thought of everything…” she murmured, her brows knitting slightly as she considered it. “Though I wonder if it is maintained regularly, or if I am expected to manage that myself.”The thought of Isabella brought a faint crease to her expression. Her daughter had her preferences—specific drinks, particular snacks, even certain spices that were not easily substituted.Those were things no staff could anticipate.“I’ll have to arrange the groce

Chapter 10 : Though I must say, last night was far from disappointing.

Rosie and her daughter arrived at their new apartment just as the evening settled in, and Isabella’s reaction was immediate and unrestrained.A delighted “Wah!” escaped her first, followed swiftly by an awestruck “Wow!” as she took in the sheer size of the space.Her earlier distress seemed to vanish entirely.She darted from room to room, her small footsteps echoing through the apartment as she laughed and spun, utterly enchanted by her surroundings. Rosie found herself chasing after her more than once, gently reminding her to be careful—particularly given the scratches still visible on her arms, which had yet to be properly treated.Eventually, exhaustion claimed her.By the time the clock approached nine, Isabella had fallen asleep, curled comfortably beneath the covers in her new room, her earlier excitement lingering faintly in her peaceful expression.Rosie lingered beside her for a moment, brushing a stray lock of hair from her daughter’s face before quietly leaving the room.U

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