All Chapters of The Devil's Possession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter Fifty One: Tonight Is The Night

ElenaI choked on my own saliva when I heard him give out an order to execute those maids.For what? For giving me more work? For spitting at my feet? For calling me names and taking my bread and laughing when I collapsed? Yes, they had been cruel. Yes, they had hurt me. But they did not deserve to die.This was his fault in the first place. He should not have sent me there. He should not have called me a property and thrown me away like garbage. Those maids were just doing what they had always done to new slaves. They did not know any better.Should I plead on their behalf? The thought came and went. Would he even listen to me? I was nothing to him. A property. A tool. A thing he bought with his money. Why would he listen to anything I said?Then he turned and leaned closer. I shifted back, trying to create space between us, but he pulled me closer. His nose grazed my forehead, his skin warm against mine, and I forgot how to breathe.He smelled like heaven. Like expensive soap and cl

Chapter Fifty Two: You Are Far Away From Your Territory

AlessandroI moved toward her. Each step felt heavier than the last. My body was screaming at me to go faster, to close the distance, to take what was mine. My head was winning the war, pulling me forward like a tide I could not resist.But then she backed away.Her body slid across the mattress, pushing herself toward the headboard, her hands gripping the duvet like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her eyes were wide. Her lips were trembling. Her whole body was shaking.And I saw the fear.Not the fake fear that whores put on to make men feel powerful. Real fear. The kind that lives in the eyes of someone who has been hurt before and knows it is about to happen again.My head snapped back.The hunger vanished. The darkness cleared from my eyes. I looked at her, really looked at her, and I saw a girl who had been sold by her uncle, starved by maids, and thrown onto a bed by a man who kept calling her a property.What the fuck was I doing?I bent down and picked up my robe. I p

Chapter Fifty Three: Why Was He So Nonchalant

ElenaAlessandro was getting closer. I braced myself for what he was going to do to me. I gripped the sheets so tightly that if they had not been made of expensive fabric, they would have torn.But then his eyes seemed to clear.The darkness and the hunger were gone, replaced by something I could not name. He looked at me for a long moment. Then he bent down, picked up his robe, and left without looking back.I let out a whimper as the door shut.That was close. I had been so scared. But why did he change his mind? Not that I wanted anything to happen. I would rather die. But his sudden resignation was questionable.I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart.Then I stood up. Maybe he would let me go out. When I reached the door, I tried the handle. It was locked. Who was I kidding? I was locked and alone in this massive room that was big enough to be a city.I walked around. I touched his things. I opened drawers and found nothing interesting. Just papers and pens and a gun. I close

Chapter Fifty Four: What Do I Do With Her?

AlessandroI stared at Malachai across my desk and for a moment, I thought I had misheard him. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the distant hum of traffic outside. His black eyes did not blink. His face did not move. He sat there like a statue, like death itself had decided to pay me a visit.Then I laughed.The sound came out cold and sharp, bouncing off the walls and filling the room with something that was not humor. It was the laugh of a man who had heard a joke so ridiculous that there was no other response."You came all the way from your hole in the ground," I said, leaning back in my chair, "to ask me to sell you something that is not for sale?"Malachai's expression did not change. "Everything is for sale, boy. You just have not heard the right price yet.""Do not call me boy.""You are a boy to me." His voice was low and smooth, like oil on water. "I was destroying empires while you were still learning to wipe your own ass. Do not forge

Chapter Fifty Five: This Isn't Going To End Well

ElenaI collapsed on the floor the moment Alessandro walked out. My legs gave way beneath me and I sank down onto the cold marble, my back against the bed, my hands pressed flat against my chest to slow my racing heart.He knew. I could see it in his eyes. Those grey eyes that seemed to see right through me, that missed nothing, that caught every lie and every half-truth I had ever tried to tell. He knew Lucas had been here. He knew I was lying. But he left anyway and that was all that mattered. We escaped this one. Thank God for whoever thought of that secret passage.I stayed on the floor for a long time, just breathing. In and out. The fear slowly drained from my body, replaced by exhaustion so deep it felt like I had been running for days. My muscles ached. My head pounded. My eyes burned from crying.I crawled onto the bed. The duvet swallowed me whole and I did not fight it. I let my eyes close and I let the darkness take me.I slowly, gradually fell into a deep asleep.I was ni

Chapter Fifty Six: She Had Chosen Him

AlessandroI smoked. I drank. And my heart was filled with worry about what Malachai said about Elena. The words echoed in my head over and over, a loop I could not escape. She has something inside her. Something she carries. Something she does not even know she carries.I took another long drag from my cigarette and let the smoke fill my lungs. The familiar burn did nothing to calm me. The whiskey did nothing to numb me. I was trapped in my own head, circling the same thoughts like a shark circling its prey.Malachai would take her no matter what. He had the power, the men, the resources. He had been doing this since before I was born. He had destroyed men twice my age. What chance did I have? My empire was strong, yes. But his was ancient. His was built on centuries of blood and treachery. He had connections I could not even imagine. He had wealth that made my fortune look like pocket change.I took another drink. The whiskey burned its way down my throat and settled in my stomach l

Chapter Fifty Seven: But He Was Gentle

ElenaHe staggered slightly when he stood up. The bottle of wine was empty on the desk and his eyes were glassy and unfocused. My heart raced. I knew it wasn't going to end well. I had seen that look before, on my uncle's face, on the faces of men who had lost control.He took staggering steps toward me, his robe hanging open, his bare chest gleaming in the dim light. I stepped back in fear, my feet moving without my permission, my body trying to escape what was coming.My back hit the wall. It was cold, so cold, the marble pressing against my shoulders through the thin fabric of my gown. The cold added to the fear in my chest, making me shiver, making my teeth chatter.Alessandro's robe fell fully open, revealing his chest. His muscles were hard and defined and he was beautiful in a way that made me want to cry. Why did the monster have to look like this? Why did evil have to be so beautiful?He stopped in front of me. He reeked of alcohol, the smell so strong it made my stomach turn

Chapter Fifty Eight: What Choice?

AlessandroMy body moved mechanically as I took her. I kissed her. I marked her. But I was gentle. I was used to having rough sex. I enjoyed rough sex. The harder and more violent, the better. But with her, I was different. I was slow and careful and I enjoyed every bit of it.She cried. I did not hear her. All I could see was myself, my own body, my own pleasure. I was disconnected from everything, floating above myself, watching from a distance as I took what was mine.After I was done, I stood up. I wore my robe and I left without looking back. I did not want to see her face. I did not want to see what I had done.I went to my study.And I burst into laughter.It was loud and rough, echoing off the walls, filling the room with something that was not humor. It was the laugh of a madman. The laugh of someone who had lost control and found it again and did not care how he had found it.I dragged my cigarette. The smoke seemed to go high into the ceiling, curling and twisting like the

Chapter Fifty Nine: I Wanted To Plead

ElenaI couldn't stop crying. The tears just kept coming, hot and endless, soaking into the pillow beneath my head. I stared at the stain on the bed, the dark red evidence of what had been taken from me, and more tears poured down my cheeks.I had vowed to give my body only to the man I loved. The man I would choose. The man who would cherish me and protect me and see me as something more than a possession. Not a beast in human form. Not a monster who took what he wanted without asking.Lucas had stormed out earlier in anger. I knew he was going to meet Alessandro. There was no point. The deed had been done. Nothing could change that. I would live with it for the rest of my life. I would hate Alessandro and pray for his death for the rest of my life. Every night. Every day. Every moment until my last breath.Lucas came back inside. His face was burning with rage, his eyes dark and wild. But when he looked at me, his expression softened. Just a little. Just enough."He dressed," he sai

Chapter Sixty: Exactly Where You Belong

AlessandroAfter Lucas left, I wiped the blood off my lip and stared at the red stain on my fingers. The bastard had actually hit me. Hard. I had to give him credit for that. Most men would not dare to raise a hand against me.I took a hot shower. The water was scalding, burning my skin, but I did not care. I stood under the spray and I let the heat wash away the remnants of what I had done. Her tears. Her pleas. The way she had looked at me with those broken eyes.I wore an official cloth. A complete black suit, perfectly tailored, with a crisp white shirt and a black tie. I was taking her to Malachai today. Now. No more waiting. That bastard could show up anytime and I wanted to be done with this whole situation.I had made my decision. She was not worth my empire. She was not worth my life. She had chosen Lucas and now she could face the consequences.When I stepped out of my wing, I saw Lucas carrying Elena, bridal style. I laughed. Love sick fool. Going against me for a woman I c

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