All Chapters of A Deal With The Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Grace couldn't say a single word. Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth, and the plastic telephone receiver in her hand felt like it weighed a million pounds. She just stared through the scratched, dirty glass, her chest heaving as she tried to process the man sitting right in front of her.Finn didn't look like a son visiting his mother. He looked like a judge delivering a death sentence. He sat perfectly straight, his face completely expressionless, staring at her with a terrifying lack of emotion.When he finally spoke again into the phone, his voice was dripped with a cruel, mocking sarcasm that cut straight to her soul."You know, I had to cancel three massive corporate meetings and drive here, just to sit in this disgusting, damp room," Finn sneered, his eyes narrowing. "But I figured, hey, why not take a little break from my busy schedule? I should really check in on my dear mother and see how prison life is treating her."Grace’s hand started to shake so violently tha

The rain started quietly. There was no loud thunder or sudden dark skies, just a few light drops tapping against the window before the downpour really began.Selene barely noticed. She was lying flat on her bed, still wearing her shoes, just staring blankly at the ceiling.Six months. She was going to be stuck in a fake marriage with Finn Leighton for half a year.She sighed and sat up, grabbing her laptop from the nightstand. She opened it and typed Finn Leighton into the Google search bar.A million results popped up instantly. He was everywhere online.Finn Leighton — CEO of LT Corporation named in Forbes 40 Under 40.LT Corporation reports third year of record growth.Who is Finn Leighton? The secretive billionaire reshaping London.She clicked over to Google Images, but it wasn't much help. There were only a few stiff, professional photos of him in dark suits. In those pictures, he looked directly at the camera, but his eyes were completely unreadable.The rest were blurry papara

The atmosphere on the luxury yacht was incredible. The massive triple-decker boat was docked at the private harbor, gleaming under the dark night sky. Wealthy guests in expensive suits and designer dresses were arriving every single minute, walking up the grand ramp onto the deck. Waiters in pressed tuxedos carried silver trays packed with crystal champagne glasses, weaving through groups of billionaires, celebrities, and high-society snobs who were all laughing and gossiping. Tucked away in a private dressing room on the second deck, Selene stood in front of a full-length mirror. She wasn't wearing a massive, heavy ballgown like a traditional bride. Instead, she wore a short, elegant white dress that stopped right at her knees. It was simple, modern, and beautiful, but her face was totally blank. "Well, congratulations, girl," Jessica said, leaning against the doorway with a glass of champagne in her hand. Selene turned around, giving her a look. "It's a contract marriage, Jess

Finn glanced back. The headlights of a dark sedan were glued to their bumper, keeping pace with every turn they made down the empty road. "What's going on? Why the hell is it tailing us?" Selene asked, her voice tight with panic as she spun around in her seat to look behind them. Finn didn't waste a secnd panicking. He reached over the front seat and tapped the driver hard on the shoulder. "Pull over slightly and move aside. I'm taking the wheel." "Sir?!" the driver stammered, startled. "Move!" Finn barked, his voice leaving zero room for argument. The driver immediately unbuckled, scrambling over the center console into the front passenger seat. With speed, Finn climbed straight from the back row into the driver’s seat, slamming his foot down on the gas pedal. The Maybach roared to life, the engine whining as the speedometer shot up. But the black sedan behind them was fast. It surged forward, closing the distance until it was practically touching their rear bumper. Finn

Selene's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto an unfamiliar, ornate decorative ceiling. For a brief, disorienting second, she lay frozen, her mind completely blank as she wondered where on earth she was. Then the brutal memories of last night rushed back to her. Right. I'm at Finn’s house. She sat up slowly, wincing as she rubbed the dull ache in her neck. Her eyes swept across the vast, sunlit bedroom. The room was massive, bathed in a soft golden morning light that filtered through floor-to-ceiling glass windows. She had to give credit where it was due, the place was undeniably gorgeous. She swung her legs off the edge of the plush mattress, smoothed down her pajamas and stepped out into the hallway. The upper floor opened into a grand, open-air corridor. Selene walked over to the sleek glass barricade railing, leaning against it as she looked down at the main living space below. The sitting room was massive, designed with sophisticated dark grey marble expensive furnit