All Chapters of The Devil's Possession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter Sixty One: You're A Monster

Elena They took me to the car. A white limousine, long and gleaming, like something out of a dream. The driver opened the door and I got in, sliding across the leather seat as far away from Alessandro as I could manage. I pressed myself against the door, my body shaking, my hands trembling in my lap. The leather was cold beneath my fingers and I could smell his cologne, dark and expensive, filling the entire car.But Alessandro reached over and pulled me back to his side. His grip was iron, unbreakable. He held me against him like I was a possession, like I was something he owned and could do with as he pleased. His arm was wrapped around my waist and I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my gown.I fumed with anger. My blood boiled beneath my skin. But I could not do anything. I was powerless. I was nothing. Every time I tried to move away, his grip tightened. Every time I tried to speak, my voice died in my throat."You know," he said, his voice low and mocki

Chapter Sixty Two: She Was Mine Now

AlessandroI watched the blood drain from her face when she saw the cathedral. The color left her cheeks so quickly that for a moment I thought she might faint. She swayed on her feet and I reached out to steady her, my hand on her elbow."What is this?" she asked, her voice shaking. "What are we doing here?""We are getting married, Elena," I said calmly. "I am going to make you my wife.""No." The word came out sharp and desperate. "No, I will not marry you. I would rather die."I laughed. It was a cold, hollow sound. "You do not have a choice. You never have. And now I am going to make sure that no one can ever take you from me again. Not Lucas. Not Malachai. Not anyone."She tried to run. I saw it in her eyes, the moment she decided to flee. Her body tensed and she started to turn. But I was faster. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me, my grip tight enough to bruise."Let me go," she said, her voice rising. "Let me go, Alessandro. I will not do this. I will not marry you

Chapter Sixty Three: The Consummation

ElenaThat night, Alessandro told the maids to prepare me. He was going to consummate our marriage.My heart dropped into my stomach. I was both scared and mad at the same time, the anger just kept rising and rising until I thought I might burst. But I couldn't do anything. I was trapped in this room, in this house, in this life that had been forced upon me. Every time I thought I had hit rock bottom, the floor opened up and I fell further.The maids came. There were three of them, their faces blank and professional. They moved around me like I was a doll, positioning me, arranging me, preparing me for what was to come. They did not speak to me. They did not look me in the eye. They just worked, their hands efficient and impersonal.They dressed me in a beautiful long red robe. It was made of silk, soft and flowing, and it fell to my ankles. It was the color of blood, the color of passion, the color of everything I did not feel. But underneath it, they put something else. A very light

Chapter Sixty Four: The Feisty Wife

AlessandroAfter the announcement, I had gone back to my study. The meeting was over and the men had filed out. Lucas had lingered at the door, his eyes still fixed on Elena. I had watched him go, watched the pain and rage on his face, and I had felt something cold and satisfied settle in my chest. He had lost. She was mine now. Completely and irrevocably.I gave instructions that the maids should prepare my wife for consummation. The words felt strange on my tongue. My wife. Elena. The girl I had bought at an auction, the girl I had claimed as my property, the girl I had just forced to marry me. I did not love her. I did not even like her. But she was mine and that was all that mattered.I smoked and I drank. I sat in my chair and I thought about the last time I had taken her in my bed. The way she had cried. The way she had begged me to stop. The way her body had trembled beneath mine. I had been gentle with her. Slow and careful. I did not know why. It was not how I usually took wo

Chapter Sixty Five: Malachai Is Here

Elena"You know what you did was dangerous, huh?" His voice was low and rough, his breath hot against my face. "You just turned me on further. Now I cannot control myself."I froze at his words. My heart stopped in my chest. "I... I... Don't..." Tears gathered in my eyes, trembling on the edge of my lashes. I had been so stupid. So reckless. What had I been thinking? Slapping the Devil was not an act of bravery. It was an act of suicide.Alessandro burst into laughter. It was loud and rough, filling the room, bouncing off the walls. He let go of me and stepped back, his eyes dancing with amusement.I let out a sigh of relief so deep I almost collapsed. My legs were shaking beneath me. My whole body was trembling."Sit," he said, pointing to the chair by the bed. "And watch."He turned to the whore. She was still standing by the door, her face pale, her eyes wide. She had seen everything. She had seen me slap the most powerful man in Northern Italy and live to tell the tale."Come here

Chapter Sixty Six: Until Now

AlessandroI told Elena to stay back. "Do not leave this room," I said. "Do not open the door for anyone. I will be back."She nodded, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the duvet to her chest, and I walked out without looking back.Malachai was waiting in the entrance hall. He was surrounded by his men, five of them, their faces hard and their hands resting on their weapons. He stood in the center of the room like he owned it, his black eyes scanning the walls, the ceiling, the paintings."Alessandro," he said when I walked in. "I have come for what is mine.""She is not yours," I said. "She is my wife. She bears my name. She is a Vercelli now."Malachai's expression did not change. "I do not care what name she bears. She has something that belongs to me and I will have it.""You will not touch her.""Touch her?" He laughed. "I do not want to touch her. I want what she carries. What her father stole from me."I walked closer to him, stop

Chapter Sixty Seven: Help You Escape

ElenaI sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling in my lap, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Alessandro had told me to stay here. Do not leave this room. Do not open the door for anyone. I will be back.But the minutes stretched into an eternity and I could not stop thinking about what was happening downstairs. Malachai was here. The man with the black eyes. The man who had come to buy me like I was a piece of meat. The man who had promised to take me by force.I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to stop shaking. I could not stop shaking. My whole body was trembling, my teeth chattering, my breath coming in short gasps.Then I heard it.Footsteps. Soft. Stealthy. Coming from somewhere inside the room.I froze. My blood turned to ice. Who was there? Alessandro was downstairs. The guards were outside the door. No one should be in here."Who is there?" I called out, my voice shakin

Chapter Sixty Eight: Elena Was Gone

AlessandroThe conversation with Malachai was heated. We stood in the entrance hall, surrounded by our men, and we circled each other like two wolves fighting over a kill."She is my wife," I said. "She bears my name. She is a Vercelli. You cannot touch her.""I do not care what name she bears," Malachai said. "I care about what she owes me.""She owes you nothing.""She owes me everything." His black eyes burned with cold fire. "Her grandfather made a deal with me. A deal he did not keep. The debt passed to his son. The debt passed to her. And I am here to collect.""You will have to go through me to get to her."Malachai smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "I have been through worse than you, boy. I have been through wars and betrayals and empires that crumbled to dust. You are nothing to me. You are a child playing at being a king.""Then why are you here?" I stepped closer to him. "If I am nothing, why did you come? Why did you not just take her?""Because I am not a fool." His v

Chapter Sixty Nine: Don Lucas?

ElenaI kept running. The night air was cold and sharp in my lungs, burning with every breath. My bare feet slapped against the hard ground, stones and twigs cutting into my skin, but I did not stop. Stopping meant death.Surprisingly, the coast was clear. There were no guards in sight. No shouts. No footsteps chasing me. The path Lucas had shown me was empty, hidden from the main house by thick bushes and towering trees. I ran through the darkness, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.I did not stop running until I came into an open field. It was endless and vast, stretching out before me like a dark ocean. Full of bushes and thorns and wild grass that reached up to my waist. The moon was hidden behind clouds and I could barely see where I was going.But I kept running. I pushed through the thorny bushes, feeling them scratch my arms and legs. I tripped over roots and rocks and stumbled back to my feet. I did not stop. I could not stop.My mind was racing as fast as

Chapter Seventy: In The Midst of My Chaos

AlessandroI was enraged. My entire body was shaking with a fury I had not felt in years. The kind of rage that made men do terrible things. The kind of rage that could burn cities to the ground.Lucas was standing in my study, his face pale, his jaw tight. He also looked angry and worried. His fists were clenched at his sides and his eyes were dark with something that looked like grief. He was pacing back and forth, his footsteps heavy on the marble floor."We have searched everywhere," Lucas said. "Every road. Every city. Every hiding place. She is gone. She has disappeared into thin air.""Keep looking," I said, my voice cold and deadly. "Turn Italy upside down if you have to. I do not care what it takes. Find her."Lucas stopped pacing and turned to face me. His eyes were burning with an accusation I could not bear to see. "If only you had been kind to her when you had the chance. If only you had been gentle. If only you had treated her like a human being instead of a possession."

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