All Chapters of A Contract With The Devil in a Suit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The doctor’s office felt far too small to contain all the fear inside my chest.“Dante, your mother’s heart condition is very severe. The hospital bills have already exceeded the limit. If you can’t find the money for her surgery and pay the outstanding fees, we won’t be able to save her life.”Those words kept echoing in my head even after I walked out of the room.Each sentence felt like a hammer striking my skull without mercy.I walked down the hospital corridor with empty steps. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose, and the white lights on the ceiling made everything look painfully bright.It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.My mother is the only family I have. Since my father died in a workplace accident when I was still in middle school, she has worked tirelessly.She washed other people’s clothes, worked as a part-time housemaid, and even sold fried snacks in front of our house just to pay for my education.Her rough hands would always stroke my head whene

Virelli’s assistant led me out of the building without saying much. From the very beginning, the man named Marco had rarely shown any expression. His face was always flat, professional, as if everything happening tonight was nothing more than part of an ordinary work routine.A luxurious black car was already waiting in front. The door was opened for me, and I stepped inside with mixed feelings—fear, nervousness, and a quiet confusion that refused to settle. The world I had entered today felt impossibly far from the life I used to know.The drive to the apartment passed in silence. From behind the dark-tinted window, the city looked different. The lights of tall buildings began to glow one by one, vehicles crowded the streets, and nightlife slowly awakened. Meanwhile, my own life felt as though it had stopped at a single irreversible point. There was no turning back from this choice. No undoing the signature I had placed on that contract.After some time, the car stopped in front of a

The skyscrapers looked like a spread of untouched jewels from behind the glass walls of Leonard Virelli’s apartment. But to Dante, the beauty was an illusion. Inside this vast, silent room, the air felt static—stifling with the masculine scent of sandalwood and an oppressive luxury.Dante stood frozen at the edge of the king-sized bed covered in dark gray silk sheets. He was still wearing the white shirt Leonard had given him—fabric so smooth it almost felt nonexistent, yet somehow it weighed on his skin like iron chains. His heart pounded wildly, an uneven rhythm echoing loudly in his ears.He tried to convince himself that this was only part of an act. Maybe Leonard was just lonely. Maybe the man simply needed someone to listen to his ambitions, or perhaps just a dinner companion to fill the emptiness on his throne of power. But every second that passed in the silence only eroded that fragile hope.The bedroom door opened with a soft click that sounded like an explosion in Dante’s e

The atmosphere inside the penthouse felt different. Not because the air was warmer, but because of the presence of four strangers in neat black uniforms standing in a row in the middle of the room. In front of them, two rolling clothing racks were already filled with hangers carrying expensive fabrics, from silk shirts to slim-fit suits that gleamed softly beneath the crystal chandelier.Dante stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his fingers clutching the edge of his black bathrobe. His tired eyes—dulled from lack of sleep after a long “session” the night before—stared at the stacks of branded boxes neatly arranged on the marble table: Gucci, Prada, and Saint Laurent.“What is this?” Dante whispered, his voice hoarse.Leonard, who sat in his large chair while sipping black coffee, did not lift his gaze from the tablet in his hand. “Wear whatever the tailor chooses. I want to see you in something appropriate tonight.”“You said I wasn’t allowed to leave,” Dante protested quietly as he

Every time Leonard left the penthouse in the morning, the silence he left behind never felt truly empty. For Dante, the luxurious apartment now seemed like a living organism with thousands of unseen eyes. After yesterday’s torturous “scent” incident, Dante had become far more alert—or more accurately, paranoia had begun to gnaw at his sanity.This morning, Dante sat at the edge of the bed, staring at his reflection in the large mirror facing the bed. He wore a thin, bone-white silk shirt—one of many pieces from the collection Leonard had chosen for him. Something felt off. All this time he had assumed his privacy was only violated when Leonard was home, yet the feeling of being watched persisted even when he was alone.Dante rose and began pacing the room. He started noticing small details that had previously escaped his attention. In a dark corner of the ceiling, in the intricate gaps of the crystal chandelier, and inside the seemingly ordinary air vents.He found the first one behin