All Chapters of Made for the Devil's Pleasure: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KATYAOnly my boyfriend of five years would think the best place to celebrate our anniversary is in a club surrounded by naked women.“What do you think? Don’t you like it?” He asked me, grinning from ear to ear.Like it? I fumed.I was holding the thong Daniel had gotten me for our anniversary gift. A bright red thong shaped in a heart that I could not for the life of me figure out how to put on.“It is beautiful” I forced out of my restricted throat.“You are going to put it on and wear that black dress I love seeing you in and we will hit this club that just opened up. My friend, Gerard mentioned it to me some weeks back”Well, I should have fucking known that the reason he had suggested we go to Dubai was to check out a new club.Daniel had always been what you would call a connoisseur when it comes to clubs. He loved finding out and exploring clubs. I could not say I had been blindsided with that part of him but he had never cheated on me no matter what…“I was thinking maybe we

KATYAMy phone fell out of my hand, hitting the ground in a dull thud.My head spun as I tried to grasp what I had just watched.Daniel had cheated on me. My stomach twisted violently, the video going around on a loop in my mind.I staggered back, my legs hitting the edge of the sofa as I sank onto it.“Okay… okay…” I muttered to myself, dragging a shaky hand through my hair. “There has to be… something…”An explanation or a mistake…Anything.My eyes snapped to the phone on the floor.I lunged for it, grabbing it with unsteady hands and immediately dialing his number.It rang three times.“Pick up…” I whispered, my voice rising with each second. “Daniel, pick up the fucking phone.”He did not and it went to voice mail.I hung up immediately and dialed again.Still nothing.A hollow laugh escaped me. The thought that he was probably fucking someone else right at this very moment rose the bile in my throat.I tossed the phone onto the bed this time and pushed myself up, my movements jer

KATYACold fear crashed into me so fast as my eyes locked on the gun pointed directly at my face.“What are you talking about?”“When were you going to tell me that you are Viktor Orlov’s daughter?” he asked quietly.I blinked at him.Viktor Orlov…My father.My eyes widened in confusion.“How do you know my father?”The click of the gun being cocked echoed through the room.I flinched violently.“Do not play games with me,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Did he send you to distract me?”“What?”“Is that what this is?” he snapped. “Was your little boyfriend part of the plan too? Speak!” he barked.I jerked backward instinctively, panic flooding me fully now.“What plan?” I shot back, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. “I do not even know what you are talking about!”“You almost sound convincing, Kotyonok”“I wake up to a gun pointed at my face and you are asking me insane questions about my father!” I yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”His jaw clenched hard.The gun

NIKOLAII walked into my father’s study where his council were waiting.“Nikolai” One of them clasped me on the back.“I did not think you would arrive so soon and with the girl.” My father’s second in command nodded at me.“It was not hard to find her” I said.No way was I going to tell them to their face that she had been in my bed.“Where is she now?”“She is taken care of. Now about my father…”“We are so sorry, Nikolai. I don’t know how we completely missed…”“We have a traitor in our midst” I cut him off.I made sure to maintain eye contact with each and every one of them as I took a seat… my father’s seat.None of them voiced an objection.It was obvious that I was now their new head.“A traitor?” Edgar echoed.“Yes, Uncle and it is somebody in this room”The room erupted instantly with protests at the accusation I had just levelled against each and every one of them.Their voices blended together into noise as the council began murmuring amongst themselves.I sat back slowly i

NIKOLAIThe study still smelled like my father.It lingered in the walls like a ghost refusing to leave.I sat behind the massive oak desk that had belonged to him for over twenty years, staring at the reports spread across the table while the rain battered against the tall windows overlooking the estate.Three days.Three fucking days since we buried him and I still had no answers on who had set him up.A knock came at the door before it opened without waiting for permission.Only one man in this house could do that and get away with it.Sergei.He stepped inside wearing all black as usual, his expression unreadable beneath the scar that cut across his eyebrow.“I followed Edgar as you requested” He saidI leaned back in my chair slowly.“And?”“He met someone.”Cold fury slid down my spine.“Where?”“A restaurant near the docks.” Sergei walked further into the room. “Private booth. He arrived alone but another man joined him ten minutes later.”“Did you recognize him?”“No. He kept h