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He planned to own what was hers, what has been blocking his part. The audacity of it made her hands tremble. “And… sold!” The word echoed. Just like that, she was sold to Damien Blackwell. Along with everything she’d been fighting to protect. She had slept with the devil. And the devil had returned to collect. Fear crept in, cold,sharp and unwanted, but she crushed it instantly. She would not submit. She would not break. Everyone in that room understood the truth of what had just happened. The others had bid to win.

“But what I’m offering you is the future. Power. Revenge. Me. Take it all… or walk away right now and see how far you get.” Oren stood still, the locket, hot in her hand. She was trapped in the castle of the devil who had murdered her mother. And the worst part? A treacherous, broken part of her still wanted him. Even as she burned with rage and fresh hatred.

I was about to finish when she pulled from the drawer the 24 karat gold jewelry that Rowland, my ex-boyfriend, had purchased for me from Langstons. Dora paused before saying, "You have jewelry from Langston." "Rowland did get them." "Fuck him.... I don't care, you're putting them on tonight," she says, before assisting me in putting them on. She despised Rowland so much that whenever he came up in conversation, she brushed it aside. "Shoes! Shoes! Isa! And let's go!" She yelled the moment her phone rang again. I dash to my closet and pull out the first shoe, which was a platform slip-on like Dora's.

“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.”

A reminder of Andrew's blood. The sickening scene of his hand being cut off, and throat being slit replays in my mind. It's so vivid I can not push the dark memory away. I am damaged myself but I never met someone as ruined as Saint. He knows how to make hell home. He wears the smell of blood and death like perfume. Which made me think how dark can Saints' past be to turn him into a heartless monster?

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

NIKOLAI “You have to be fucking insane if you think I am going to wear that.” I leaned casually against the doorway with my arms folded across my chest while Katya stared at the dress laid out across the bed like it had personally offended her entire bloodline. Honestly? Fair reaction. The dress was scandalous. Exactly as intended. A dark red silk dress with thin straps and a neckline so low it bordered on criminal. The material clung to every curve and the slit at the side climbed obscenely high up the thigh.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

“You always wanted to be innocent.” “I wanted to be left alone,” I replied. “You confused the two.” Her composure cracked not visibly, but enough. “You needed me once.” “Yes,” I said. “And you exploited that.” “You gave me access,” she snapped. “You signed.” “I trusted,” I replied. “You monetized.” Silence fell heavy. “I could still soften this,” she said finally. “Redirect blame. Make it mutual.” “You’re offering me a lie,” I said. “Again.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Zoe was past the point of being intimidated. She shrugged, as casual as could be. “You’re definitely not an angel anyway. You’re a devil.” She paused, leaning in close to his ear to whisper, “A lustful, perverted devil.” “...” Apparently, he had been too easy on her, because this little brat was getting way too bold. Aaron didn’t say another word. He turned his attention back to bathing her, focusing on every detail with cold precision, but he refused to look at her. No matter what she said, he gave her the silent treatment.