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The ledger burned in her mind long after she escaped the Château. Names. Numbers. Weapons routed through countries that didn’t exist on any modern map. A whisper of war dressed as business. What chilled her wasn’t the scale—it was the familiarity of one name near the bottom. A. Lennox. She hadn’t signed anything. Hadn’t agreed to any deal. But her name was there, under “facilitator,” dated weeks before she even knew who Viktor Novák was.

As I began to flip through the pages, I almost immediately realized that the 'deal' I'd entered into with the man was much more that I'd bargained for. I fell against the counter, my legs shaking. "Fuck you. Fuck you, asshole." I had to be hallucinating. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. After reading voraciously for several minutes, I tossed the contract onto the table, hissing from the rage that was all encompassing. This wasn't just a deal with the devil. This was giving him my life for several months. The caveat? If I followed the contract to the letter, all my sins would be absolved.

GINA "WHAT THE FUCK!" "You're yelling, sweetheart," he said calmly as he leaned back on his seat and grinned sinisterly. "Don't call me that!" "Does that mean we don't have a deal?" he asked. "You brought negotiation to me and I've just told you my terms. You only have to do as I say and you get what you want. You could also refuse and go home empty-handed and dejected. It's your choice." "Anything but that, please," I said, feeling defeated. "I don't want to be anyone's slave."

Anastasia was enjoying the show she had cause and sat back to cross her legs, her tea cup an inch from her lips, another stare at them, she sipped her tea. "I don't want to! She's mine!" "Are you stupid? Why would she be yours? She's already sold to us!" Her heart clenched in realization that they were still hot on her chase because they had given their money in exchange for her. She's being sold by Abigail's Mother. "Anyone who wins, will be getting me tonight" Anastasia spoke out and every eyes turned to the lady who was sitting in a majestical pose. "Well, then I'll be the one to go first..."

“I know my brother very well. He’ll either kill him or take away everything including you. If you think you’ll be living this pack any time soon, forget it. He’s going to turn you into his mistress whether you like it or not.” “What?” “You made a deal with the devil. Unfortunately, the devil doesn’t always honour his end of the bargain.” “You’re scaring me.” “Be scared, because things are about to turn upside down. Your life will never be the same again.”

***CHARLOTTE’S POV*** This time, my eyes turned pleading, but he only answered with a devilish smile. It was as if he was reminding me that he had already warned me—once you make a deal with the devil, there’s no going back. But I hadn’t made any deal with the devil. I had given myself to Alexander Vaughn. And right now, he was showing me there was no difference between the two. “Turn for me,” he commanded.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

And I stood there— phone still pressed to my ear— knowing with absolute certainty— that I'd just made a deal with the devil. Or something worse

He lets go of my wrist, and we shake our hands on it. I just made a deal with the devil.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.