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Emery let out a deep sigh, releasing the air that had been trapped in her throat. Fortunately, the recent events hadn't attracted any negative attention. It was clear that someone had been orchestrating the situation from behind the scenes. To her relief, not a single news outlet had reported on the incident.As she ascended the stairs to her apartment, Emery's mind was consumed by a dilemma. How could she persuade Camilla to sign the prenuptial agreement? Their previous encounter had been disastrous, and Emery knew Camilla wouldn't give her an audience easily. Darren had put her in a difficult position, and Emery was certain Camilla harbored intense resentment towards her."What's so captivating about Darren?" Emery wondered aloud. "Every woman seems to want to marry him." She let out a frustrated sigh. Having been married to him before, Emery knew that living with Darren was a nightmare.After unlocking her door, Emery turned on the light and locked it behind her. She trudged wearil
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Locked in the Devil's Deal Romance
Darren couldn't get his eyes off her body. There was something so special about Emery, anytime he was around her, he lost focus. He becomes very possessive of her.He had been with so many women but none of them gave him the feelings and calmness he felt when he was with Emery. The thought of losing her to someone else drives him crazy, this is why he always keeps a close watch on her and everyone around her. Her constant excuses whenever he demands her presence settled in with unease. Emery laid the duvet carefully on the bed, dusting her hands with a satisfactory smile.Just then, Darren nonchalantly shed his clothes, his smile hinting at a sinister intention. "What are you doing?" Emery asked, her voice trembling with fear.Darren's response was laced with sarcasm. "You're so intelligent, Emery. I'm sure you know what this means.”Emery's eyes widened in alarm as she swallowed hard. "Son of a..." she muttered a curse under her breath. Rushing towards the bedroom door, she grasped
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Locked in the Devil's Deal A Whore!
Emery's phone rang, and to her surprise, Camila's name flashed on the screen. She felt a surge of reluctance, staring at the caller ID as she contemplated whether to answer or not. After a few deep breaths, she picked up, her voice laced with professionalism. "Hello, Miss Martins.""I'm at your firm, meet me in the parking lot now!" Camila commanded, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. Emery's grip on her phone tightened as wild thoughts flashed before her eyes. She imagined a scene where she was confronted, even harmed, by Camila."Miss Hart, are you there?" Camila's voice snapped Emery out of her reverie. "Sorry, Miss Martins, I was attending to something important. You can come upstairs, and we can discuss. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work." Emery said, attempting to sound calm, before disconnecting the call.She heaved a sigh of relief, but her mind was drowning in self-doubt and guilt. What should she do? Knowing Camila's strong background, if she discovered E
Last Updated : 2025-01-18Locked in the Devil's Deal Mr. White
Emery scanned her surroundings, relief washing over her as she realized she was still in her office. She furrowed her brows, perplexed. What had just transpired? Her gaze fell upon the wrinkled document on her desk, and she let out a deep, despairing sigh.She had no recollection of dozing off. As she attempted to smooth out the paper, it threatened to tear. Emery decided to leave it undisturbed, resigned to drafting it anew.A soft knock on her door broke the silence. "Come in," she commanded.Jenna entered Emery's office, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Mr. White wants to see you in his office."Emery's brows furrowed in concern. She had fallen asleep on the job, and her tasks remained incomplete. "What's wrong?" Jenna asked, noticing Emery's distraction. "You seem preoccupied. Is it something to do with Miss Camila?"Emery's gaze drifted to her wristwatch, and her eyes widened in alarm. "I'm running out of time!" She sprang from her seat, realizing she had only an hour left before
Last Updated : 2025-01-19Locked in the Devil's Deal Miss Me?
Emery woke up feeling invigorated, and she began her day by rolling up the curtains and dancing with abandon. Despite working overtime the previous night and getting only a few hours of sleep, she felt surprisingly refreshed.After taking a shower, Emery selected a suit from her neatly organized wardrobe. She drove to Darren's company, where she walked into his office unannounced, as there was no assistant to announce her presence. She made herself comfortable, pulling out a chair.Darren wasn't expecting her visit, but her presence lifted his mood, and he smiled warmly. "Miss me?" he teased.Emery felt a surge of disgust at his question. She rolled her eyes at his question. If she could put distance between them, she would. If given the chance and resources, she would travel a million miles away from him; even if it means living on Mars. "Hell no!" she refuted, pulling out a brown envelope from her bag and flinging it at him.Darren's eyebrows furrowed in a frown, taken aback by Em
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Locked in the Devil's Deal Old Wounds
"Don't ever threaten me with your life," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Your life belongs to me, and without my permission, no one can take it away from you, not even yourself."Emery's heart skipped a beat, but Darren's grip on her neck made her uncomfortable. His eyes blazed with rage, and his words sent a shiver down her spine. "You belong to me, you are mine."Darren's grip on her neck loosened, and he stared at his hands in horror, realizing he had overreacted. Why was he so enraged? He thought to himself, struggling to comprehend his own emotions.Emery's words had struck a chord, awakening a primal possessiveness within him. He felt an overwhelming need to protect her, to keep her safe from harm. She wasn't allowed to harm or hurt herself, she didn't have that right. Emery grasped the gravity of the situation, and her words of apology hung in the air. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice laced with remorse. She sensed the fear and pain in Darren's eyes, and her heart wen
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Locked in the Devil's Deal Memories
Emery stood before the old building, her eyes welling up with tears. She forced them back, but the memories came flooding in. This was their childhood hideout, a place where she and Darren would spend hours playing and laughing together. Emery had found this place and Darren found her. If she was to explain her love story to the world, she had to start from this place. Darren's hands wrapped around her waist, startling her. Emery spun around, frowning at him. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Of all places, why here? This was a lingering question she wanted answers to. Darren shrugged, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked towards the old house. Emery's gaze followed him, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. Memories of her childhood flashed before her eyes - she saw herself running around the trees, laughing and carefree. A faint smile crossed her lips as she remembered the joy and freedom of
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Locked in the Devil's Deal Bully
What baffled him was that he had run away from home to this place. He couldn't help but wonder what a young girl like Emery was doing in such a place. "You're a girl; you shouldn't be found in such a place," he advised. Emery rolled her eyes, annoyed by his audacity. "You're nothing but a big bully. I don't need your advice. And you have no idea who I am; this is my territory." She rebuked him, her voice firm and assertive. He raised his eyelids, seemingly unconcerned by her explanation. "Girls should stay within their homes," he added, his tone lecturing. Young Emery grew tired of his sermon. He had arrived uninvited, ruined her fun, and now acted as if he were her older brother. She picked up the spilled ink and continued painting, with a smile on her face. She had decided to ignore the stranger completely. Young Darren, however, watched her with fascination, wondering why she persisted in painting despite her lack of skill. These memories, now nostalgic and bittersweet, brought
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Locked in the Devil's Deal The Masked Man
The reflection moved first.Emery's breath hitched as the image of herself inside the mirror smirked, lifting a hand as if reaching for her. But the movements weren’t hers. The woman in the reflection... her, yet not her... tilted her head in quiet amusement. The golden glow of the mirror intensified, illuminating the fractures beginning to spread across the glass, fine as spiderwebs.Emery stepped forward, an almost uncontrollable pull dragging her in. She lifted a hesitant hand, fingertips hovering inches from the surface. It felt alive. Pulsing beneath her skin like a heartbeat.Her fingers touched the glass.Pain exploded through her skull.A memory... not a memory. A force shoving itself back into her mind.She staggered, gasping, clutching at her head as images slammed into her one after another.A veil of gold and candlelight.Two men standing at the altar. One in the light. One in the shadows.Her own voice, trembling with hesitation. "I choose..."The sound of screams.The Ma
Locked in the Devil's Deal NO!
Under Emery's fingers, the metal handle pulsed, sending a constant, throbbing beat up her arm. It seemed warm, almost alive, as if it were anticipating something. For her. The man in the mask spoke in a quiet voice that was slightly tinged with dread. "Are you certain that you are prepared for this?" Emery remained silent. as she wasn't certain. However, the noble was. His golden eyes flickered with delight as he leaned against the splintering frame with his arms folded. His lips curled into a lazy smirk as he whispered, "Go ahead." Don't claim I didn't warn you, though. She gripped the handle with her fingers. She turned it after that. The world disappeared. She was pulled forward by a gust of wind that ripped through her. Everything was sucked up by the weightless, limitless darkness. She was falling for a short, horrifying minute, her heart pounding in her ears, her air stuck in her lungs, and then— She landed. The air was heavy with laughter and music, and the aro
Locked in the Devil's Deal Reforming
Before she even considered saying it, Emery's mouth came up with the name. It was waiting there, so sure, so familiar. Pain burned through her skull like a blade slicing right through it the instant it emerged in her consciousness. She shook from the sudden pain and gasped, sinking her fingers into the man's arms. The name escaped, barely within grasp. When she touched him, the man tensed. He strengthened his hold on her, as though preparing for the next move. His face was still expressionless, but there was something more in his keen, dark eyes. "Don't think about me." There was something almost regretful in his quiet voice. Emery's breath caught in his throat. "So why do I?" He didn't respond. There was a shudder in the room. The floor beneath them, the lamp, and the walls all wavered and warped like a water-shattered mirror. The tiny light from the carved symbols pulsed in time with the pounding in her head. It was falling apart here. Or perhaps—reforming. Another
Locked in the Devil's Deal Pain
Pain.. Emery was startled awake as it burned through her body like lightning. She inhaled sharply, taking in a breath that was too heavy and thick. There was something metallic and harsh in the air, along with the smell of damp stone and earth. Not in the ballroom. Not the manor. She didn't know of any place. With shaky hands on the uneven ground, she forced herself up. stone. The stone is cold, fractured, and wet. She looked up and realized that everything was wrong. She was surrounded by a ruinous courtyard that was engulfed by growing vines. Above, looming stone walls that had been partially defaced by time. The sky was a deep indigo, eternal twilight that swirled like a living creature and was neither night nor day. It shouldn't be here. The mist coiling at her feet dampened her clothing as she trembled and wrapped her arms around herself. Next came— Footsteps. Go slowly. Measured. approaching from behind. Her heart skipped a beat. anticipating the noble, anti
Locked in the Devil's Deal Mirror of Lies
Before her, the door looms, its surface glistening like liquid silver and pulsing with an almost... living pulse. Between it and the two guys observing her, Emery remains still. The man in the mask remains silent, his fingers moving at his sides as though he is fighting the impulse to grab her. But the noble— A slow applause. Deliberate and slow, the sound cuts through the tension like a razor. She spins around. He is present. His golden eyes shine with laughter as he emerges from the shadows at the ballroom's edge. He appears as majestic and untouchable as ever, dressed in deep crimson, but a sly smile is visible on his lips. "You always believe you have options." Not because of what he says, but because she has heard it before, his voice makes her shiver. The world flickers before she can say anything. similar like a dwindling candle's flame. As if reality itself were unraveling. She glimpses something, someone, for a split second. Here she was again, standing
Locked in the Devil's Deal Changes
The air changes as soon as Emery enters the room. Her stomach lurches with a sudden, nauseating lurch. Under her feet, the solid floor vanishes. She dives into the shadows. The wind whips past her ears, engulfing her in a limitless emptiness. Nothing remains of the world she was familiar with, including the ballroom, the nobility, and the man in the mask. But the voices are still there. whispers. Sound waves. She feels as though pieces of a life she doesn't recall are etched into her very being. "You promised me." "You betrayed me." "You were supposed to remember." The words encircle her, drawing and tugging. accusing. Then... Impact. Her air is taken from her lungs by the power of the impact as she hits solid ground. The cold stone under her stands in sharp contrast to the oppressive emptiness she just left, and her vision swirls as she breathes. She remains still for a moment. Then she lifts herself up as the world settles. and gets frozen. This location... It
Locked in the Devil's Deal Pain
The air trembles. Ripples rippled through the ballroom like a stone breaking the surface of placid water. Without wind, the chandeliers wobble, the candlelight extending oddly before snapping back into position.Emery stumbles when he steps. The planet itself seems to be opposing her choice. An unseen, relentless force tugs at her, attempting to pull her back. She doesn't stop, though. She won't. Her fingers move in the direction of the man in the mask—in the direction of the unfathomable familiarity in his gaze. She is wrenched backward by a sudden jerk. The noble's icy fingers lock her in place as his grip tightens around her wrist. "You are not his property." He has a soothing, dangerously low voice. She detects something deeper, though, beneath that flawless exterior. Something breaking. The man in the mask only tilts his head and smirks, as though the noble's rage were merely a funny sight. "That's where you're incorrect." His calm, unflinching voice pierced the dis
Locked in the Devil's Deal The Curse
The music swelled around her, the haunting melody stretching and distorting as if the very air was suffocating under its weight. Emery barely heard it over the ragged gasps of the masked man in her arms. His blood—warm, slick—painted her hands in vivid red.“No,” she whispered, shaking him. “No, no, stay with me—”His masked face tilted toward her, but the eyes behind it—those familiar, aching eyes—were already losing their light. His fingers curled weakly around her wrist, gripping as if he had one final thing to tell her.But before he could speak, the world shattered.The ballroom cracked like glass. The chandeliers flickered violently, their golden glow twisting into something cold and unnatural. The guests—laughing, drinking, dancing—froze in place, their bodies flickering like mirages. Reality itself was coming apart at the seams.A sickening déjà vu coiled in Emery’s stomach. She had done this before. She had watched him die before.And every time, the noble had been standing t
Locked in the Devil's Deal Possessive
Between them, Emery remained still. One man gazed upon her with pride, his assurance unflinching, as though she had always been his. Something deeper—longing, anger, something unsaid but indisputable—was there in the other's eyes as he regarded her. She was unsure if which frightened her more. With effortless ease, the noble reached for her hand and lifted it. His lips lightly but possessively brushed over her knuckles. He whispered, "I'll remind you why you're mine." She couldn't tell if the chill that went through her body was from fear or familiarity. She was yanked away by a powerful pull before she could react. The man in the mask. His hold was dominant but protective, powerful but not harsh. With a stiff stance and a presence that begged to be recognized, he moved between her and the nobility. He replied in a low, sour voice, "She doesn't belong in this time." "And you don't either." The noble's smirk wavered for the first time. Emery's heart was racing. She ough
