All Chapters of The Devil Bought Me In Silk : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Oren Gallamor didn’t sleep.She lay in the silk sheets of the east wing suite, staring at the ceiling while the Atlantic roared against the cliffs below. Every bruise throbbed, but the real pain was deeper. It was the knowledge that her father had sold her to a man who had been hunting her for years.At dawn, she made her move.She slipped out of the suite using a service door she had spotted earlier and ran through the pouring rain toward the tree line beyond the castle grounds. The wind whipped at her face. For one brief, intoxicating moment, she believed she might actually escape.Strong arms caught her from behind. James Reeves lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Oren exploded.She twisted violently, slamming her elbow into his ribs and stomping down hard on his foot. The moment his grip loosened, she broke free and sprinted again, heart pounding, rain blinding her.“Come back here, Oren!” James roared, voice cutting through the storm.She didn’t stop. She ran har

Oren Gallamor didn’t speak to James for two full days.She stayed locked in the east wing, refusing meals, refusing conversation, refusing to even look at him when he came to the door. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face. Every time she breathed, she remembered James’s confession.He had ordered the hit.The man who claimed her so obsessively was the same man who had ended her mother’s life.On the third night, James stopped knocking politely.He unlocked the door and stepped inside without permission, carrying a tray of food and a bottle of wine. His eyes were tired, shadowed, but the obsession still burned bright.“You can’t avoid me forever,” he said quietly.Oren stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself. “Watch me.”James set the tray down and approached slowly, like she was a wounded animal. “I know what I did. I know there’s no excuse. But Harry Vida played us both. He fed me lies about your mother being a threat. I believed him because I was protec

The gunshot at the harbor club was only just the beginning.Oren Gallamor and James Reeves barely made it back to the castle before the full weight of Harry Vida’s threat crashed down on them. The wedding was now less than 48 hours away, but the air felt like it was already poisoned.Oren paced the east wing library like a caged animal. James stood by the fireplace, watching her with exhausted, obsessive eyes.“I didn’t kill your mother,” he said suddenly, voice rough.Oren stopped pacing. “What?”James pulled out his phone and played a different recording, one his men had recovered from a hidden server. The voice was Harry Vida’s, clear and cold.“I fed Reeves the evidence. I'm pretty sure he believes Mireille has been selling us out. He gave the order like the predictable dog he is. By the time he realizes the truth, her little girl will already be his weakness.”Silence fell like a blade.Oren felt the ground shift beneath her feet. “You… you didn’t order it?”James shook his head,

The rooftop wind howled like a dying animal as Harry Vida lowered his gun. He smiled at me with something almost tender. “You still don’t understand, do you?” he said softly. “I didn’t just kill your mother. I created you. I am your father.”My finger froze on the trigger. Not the news I was expecting.James stood rigid beside me, rain streaming down his face, gun still trained on Vida. “What the fuck are you talking about?”Vida laughed, low and genuine. “Well, I was your mother’s lover long before your so-called father entered the picture. She got pregnant. I told her to get rid of it. She refused. So I let her keep you… as long as she stayed useful. When she started digging into my dealings with Reeves’ empire, I had to remove her. Cleanly.”I felt the world tilt violently. The gun in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. “You’re my father?” I whispered.Vida’s smile widened. “Blood calls to blood, daughter. That’s why I made sure James would become obsessed with you. I needed you

My heart was going to explode.The red sniper dot burned on James’s chest like a promise of death. I stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, the man who had just claimed to be my father, watched me with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” he said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told me quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”My hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on my face. Everything; my mother’s murder, my sale, this twisted marriage, had been orchestrated by the monster standing ten feet away.But James… James was looking at me like I was worth dying for.I made my choice.I lunged sideways, shoving James with every ounce of strength I had. We crashed hard behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where he had been standing. My should