All Chapters of The Devil Wears Two Faces: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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