The Devil's Deal Book Novels & Stories

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

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“You’ll marry me, and in return, I’ll help you take everything back. Your company. Your reputation. Your life. Everything he’s taken from you.” Her breath caught in her throat. It was a deal too simple, too convenient. She couldn’t trust him. She knew that. But as she stared at the divorce papers in her hands, she also knew that her life had become a game of survival. “I won’t do it just for revenge,” she said, her voice steady, but something dark was starting to stir inside her. Adrian’s lips curled into a smile that was both cruel and enticing. “Who said anything about just revenge?”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

"I'll miss you more, Aria and this will always be your house. It always has been." "I know." I whispered and hugged him tight, forgetting about Xavier and his deal for a moment as I soaked in the warmth of his hug. —————————————————————————- The next few days passed by in a blur as I had multiple visits from Xavier's men who drove me to the mansion regarding the paperwork. He even arranged his legal advisor to help me understand the terms of the agreement. Meanwhile, I didn't spot Xavier around the mansion during my visits and everything felt so formal and cold. What did I expect? Roses and champagne to celebrate the deal with the devil? Of course, all of this feels cold as it should, just l

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

She came to me wearing a frown between her eyebrows. I showed her the picture from my phone, of us taken from across the street while I was putting my muffler around her neck. “Bloody— crap.” Her frown deepened. “Do you think someone can recognize me?” “I don’t think so. Only half of your face is exposed.” She read the headline aloud, “Is she the future Mrs. Shanewood or another victim of a devil’s promise? A devil’s promise? I can write a better headline than this crap.”

He knew she was going to gaslight him to tell her, she always did that. “The first time the deal was made was months ago. I traveled to Italy to propose the deal to him. He would spare your life and try not to hurt you, while I lead you through the wrong path…” “Wrong path?” She cuts in curiously. “Yes, wrong path. In other words, I’ll stall you. He’ll continue to be the Mafia King while I hook you up with other things so you won’t get your father’s inheritance and right.” He explained. Rebecca swallowed hard. “And is that what you’ve been doing?”