All Chapters of The Devil Wears Two Faces: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Reva's POV"Ahhh!"I tumbled off the bed. My eyes locked on him. No. Not my room. Where was I?I grabbed the edge of the bed and stood up. My legs shook.It was him. Nico Castellano. My sister's fiancé.No, no, no. I blinked hard. This could not be real. Why him? Why me? My life was over.My legs almost gave out. I held the bedpost. Cold sweat covered me. My stomach turned. I could not scream. He might wake up.I touched my body. I wore his shirt. My dress lay folded on the chair. Who folds a dress after that?I felt sick. I pressed my fist to my mouth and breathed. In. Out. In. Out.How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was the gala. Petra said, "Just one drink, Rev. Relax for once." She gave me the glass. One sip. Then nothing.I never black out. Never.Someone did this to me.Move, Reva. Now.I grabbed my dress and shoes. I changed fast. My fingers shook. The zip stuck. I almost cried.Five seconds. Breathe. You have survived hard things before.Bag. There. Phone, keys, w

Reva's POVThe car was black. The driver said nothing the whole way.I sat in the back with the folder on my lap. My hands would not stop shaking. I felt sick. This was really happening. I was going to see Nico Castellano alone.The woman at the front desk smiled, but her eyes looked at me with pure disdain. Like I was dirt on her shoe. She walked me straight to his door.He was already seated when I walked in. No greeting. No standing up. Just those dark eyes tracking me from the door to the chair across from him.I sat down fast. I was not going to wait for his permission.“You know why you are here,” he said.“I would like to hear you say it.”He opened the folder and pushed it across the desk. “Contract marriage. You take my name publicly. We make one appearance per week for six months. After that the story dies and we reassess.”I opened the folder. My face squeezed tight as I read the lines. Move into his residence. Attend every function as his wife. Provide an heir within the f

Reva's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.I grabbed the bat from under my bed and pressed my back to the wall.The door opened.I swung hard.“REVA!”I stopped the bat two inches from Petra’s face.We stared at each other.“What is wrong with you?” Petra pressed her hand to her chest. “You almost killed me.”“I almost killed an intruder,” I said. My hands shook. “And what are you doing here?”She looked at the bat, then at me, and lifted the bottle. “Barolo. 2018. Your favorite. I thought we could talk.”I lowered the bat.She walked past me, set the bottle on the counter, and dropped onto my sofa. “You are not going to offer me a glass?”“Petra.”“Sit down, Reva. You are making me nervous standing there like that.”I put the bat down but stayed on my feet. “I asked you a question.”She poured two glasses anyway and held one out. I did not take it. She shrugged and set it on the table. “I heard you signed the contract.”“Who told you?”“Papa called.” She tucked her feet under her. “I am gla

Reva's POV"It is too quiet here."The car drove into the estate as the gates opened automatically. What a Mafia techie the Castellanos are.I got out of the car and looked up at the big house.Casa Castellano. That is its name. It did not look like a home nor a safe haven, rather it looked like a giant stone box. A beautiful, sad, quiet box.And my life is about to run down that path.I looked around but found no one, there was no single soul seen on the premises except for the woman who stood by the door.She looked at me like I was a little ghost. And just from that I got that she does not like me. Well I do not like her either."Welcome, Signora Castellano," she said. "I am Elena. I will show you around."Signora Castellano hun?The name felt too big for me. Nico did not wait, did he?He could not even let me enjoy my maiden name for a little bit.Elena started walking and I followed her. I held my bag so tight my hands hurt.Where are the maids? Could they not just appear and get

Reva's POVI got scared when the door flung open without knock. Nico came in like it was his house. Actually it is.“There will be a press conference,” he said the moment he stepped inside.I stood there in my short, flimsy nightwear, arms crossed over my chest. “Can’t you knock? This is my bedroom!”Nico scoffed. “Which is in my house. You are my wife, Reva. If I want to see you naked, I will. If I really want to, I can bend you over that bed right now and fuck you senseless.”My eyes went wide. Heat rushed up my neck fast. How he talked, so mean and without feelings, made my gut hurt. I hated how my body reacted to his crude words.“You are a really crass fellow,” I said, trying to sound angry.“That crassness is what got me this far in life,” he replied without any feeling.He continued like nothing happened. “The press conference is in thirty minutes. It is your first time appearing in public as my wife. We need to act good and feed the hungry paparazzi. They have been chasing us