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Locked in the Devil's Deal Her Comeback
Callahan's head tilted a little as he said, "And yet, the board voted her in."Emery clarified, "They voted for stability. They believed that a steady hand was essential in my father's business. They ended up with a sinking ship.” Before delivering the actual hit, she gave that some time to sink in. "And when it goes under, Rick, your 8% stake turns to dust."Although she couldn't read his expression, she could tell she had touched a nerve by the little change in his stance.She went on, "I'm offering you a way out. Help me when I question the board. I promise you a seat at the table if you help me change the tide, not the symbolic one Margaret has given you.”Callahan shook his head and laughed. "You have your father's voice. But why should I support you after you've already lost, Emery?”Emery's mouth formed a little, sly smile. "Because the only thing people love more than watching a fall from grace—" she said, leaning in a little, her voice getting low a little— "is watching a co
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Locked in the Devil's Deal Them
Emery had expected resistance, but Margaret's counter strike came swifter than anticipated. Within hours of securing Langford's reluctant support, the media was awash with reports questioning Emery’s past leadership decisions."Unstable, reckless, and unfit for corporate leadership," one headline read. Another insinuated that Emery had orchestrated backdoor deals that compromised Hart Enterprises’ financial standing. It was a blatant smear campaign, but one that could sway uncertain shareholders against her.Emery sat in her office, scrolling through the news feeds while Amelia paced furiously. "Margaret must have had these ready to go the moment she caught wind of your meeting with Langford."Alex leaned against the desk, arms crossed. "The timing is too precise. She knew you were coming for her, Emery.""I don’t care about media perception," Emery said, placing her phone down with a controlled breath. "I care about the vote. Margaret is trying to make me look like the unstable facto
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Locked in the Devil's Deal Fight
Emery pulled away first, her breath uneven as she stepped back, reality crashing over her. The warmth of Darren’s touch lingered on her skin, sending a confusing mix of emotions through her. She shouldn’t have let herself get this close—shouldn’t have let the past creep in when the present was already unraveling beneath her feet.Darren searched her gaze, his fingers still ghosting over her wrist, as if reluctant to let go. A muscle in his jaw tensed, as if he was debating whether to pull her back or let her walk away.But Emery straightened, pushing past the emotions clawing at her chest. "I need to focus," she murmured, forcing herself to turn away. "Margaret just played her biggest move yet. If I don’t counter, I lose everything."Darren exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. "Then let me help. Whatever you need."His words hung between them, heavy with an unspoken promise.She turned back, her heart pounding as she met his gaze. There was something raw in his expression—
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Locked in the Devil's Deal Demon Who?
Success should have felt good, but Emery felt a chilly shudder run down her spine as Calloway signed Margaret away. Every breath tightened her uneasy curl around her ribcage.Something didn't seem quite right.At first she dismissed it as lingering tension. But the world around her spun when she left the conference.The city lights blurted for a short second like a warped film reel. The sounds surrounding her changed to low, discordant whispers floating through the night air. Unnatural lengthy shadows curled across the margins of her view.Then everything returned to normal just as fast as it had started.Emery pushed a hand to her temple and gasped sharply. Lack of sleep. That has to be the answer. She had chased Margaret's plans too many evenings, driven by caffeine and adrenaline. It had to catch up with her.Deep down though, she knew it was not tiredness.A few hours later, her phone buzzed as she sat by herself in her flat leafing over the files Alex had collected. limited quant
Last Updated : 2025-03-13Locked in the Devil's Deal Fear
Emery found it difficult to breathe as the weight of the revelation slammed against her chest. Not only was Calloway strong, he was unstoppable. Unaffected by time, a ghost in the system.With a loud click, Alex closed his laptop, his eyes darting to the door as though something—someone—would suddenly break through it. "Emery, this is more than just business. This is a very different matter."With a shaky exhale, she forced herself to think. "This is not enough for us. We require evidence. There must be a trend if he has been deleting people. A—"She was interrupted by a harsh knock.She knew he kept a knife in a drawer, and Alex tensed, his fingers hanging there. "Are you expecting anyone?"Emery gave a headshake.There was another knock. Three taps, exact.Then there was quiet.Over her a sluggish, creeping dread descended. The person on the other side was someone who knew they were here, not a delivery person or a neighbour.Alex was the first to move, taking three quiet steps acro
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Locked in the Devil's Deal Recall
The safe home, which was just an abandoned warehouse, was hidden away on the industrial fringes of the city. The walls smelt of dampness and rust, and the air was filled with distant traffic.Emery barely noticed it when she parked, her hands numb on the steering wheel. Alex groaned next to her, clutching his ribs and breathing erratically."Now, inside."Emery didn't hesitate. She grabbed her luggage, slid out of the car, and rushed on, her heart still pounding from the encounter. After Calloway touched her, she felt cold; a feeling far older than fear persisted.Alex muttered a curse and fumbled with the lock before pushing the metal door open. Emery stumbled in and leaned against the nearest wall, locking it behind them.There was silence in the warehouse, but her mind shook.The room rocked, blurring her vision. She gasped and grabbed the edge of a table to steady herself.Next— A battlefield.Her lungs were filled with the smell of blood and steel. Under a sky split with gold fla
Last Updated : 2025-03-15Locked in the Devil's Deal 1764
The air inside the safe house was thick, suffocating, as if Tobias’s words had absorbed all the oxygen. Emery stood still, the weight of the revelation pressing against her ribs.Calloway doesn’t just want you, he needs you.Her pulse thundered in her ears.Alex pushed off the table, pacing in tight circles. "We need to move. Now. If Tobias knows, Calloway’s already making his next move."Emery barely heard him. Her mind reeled, trying to make sense of what she had just learned. Why would Calloway need me? What does he know that I don’t?Tobias ran a hand through his graying hair, his sharp eyes unreadable. "I told you everything I could. I risked too much coming here.""That’s not enough," Emery snapped, finally finding her voice. "If Calloway needs me, I need to know why."Tobias hesitated, then sighed. "There is someone who might have the answers you’re looking for. A man named Silas Everhart.""Who is he?" Alex demanded."A historian, of sorts. He’s... connected to all this. To yo
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Locked in the Devil's Deal Auction
The headlights of the stolen vehicle sliced through the rain-slick pavement as it raced through the downtown streets. Alex made a quick turn and narrowly avoided a traffic post while Emery held onto the dashboard. It wasn't from the chase, yet her pulse was thundering in her ears. It was because she was still thinking about the words."Darling, you've already made up your mind, so you can run all you want. We are both aware of the conclusion of this tale.Her fingers curled into fists. Which option? She couldn't recall creating one.Alex was enraged next to her. His jaw was so clinched that she feared he may break it as he slapped his palm against the driving wheel."This is crazy," he snapped. "We have to leave the city. Right now.Still holding the rumpled picture that Calloway's workers had left her, Emery turned to face him. "So far, running hasn't worked. Why would it function at this time?Alex yelled, "Because it's our best damn chance at staying alive." However, it doesn't see
Last Updated : 2025-03-17
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Locked in the Devil's Deal Earth
Emery's first breath tastes like remembrance and ash. When she awakens, she sees a sky that is divided in half, half dawn and half dusk, neither of which is subject to the sun. It's a familiar world. However, it is incorrect. Structures tilt where they shouldn't. Streets twist and turn. Trees groan, their leaves glistening like mirrors. Somewhere, a bird's sounds dissolve into quiet as it sings in reverse. The clocks tick, but in reverse. Time seems to be striving to reverse itself. Additionally, the mirrors The mirrors depict her then, not now. Previously. She recognizes faces, but not exactly. Faces with her anger, scars, and eyes and another item. Something more ancient. She staggers along. Before it stops feeling normal, her body feels normal. Her skin starts to blossom as a result of her decision. [If the dagger was Emery's choice:] Her fingers are burning. She casts her gaze downward. Godfire. Her veins pulsate with a sluggish, simmering flame that is bla
Locked in the Devil's Deal Apocalypse
It was a lie, the quiet before the storm. In the empty space, three pedestals stood motionless and silent, observing her as if they were gods deferring judgment. A dagger with a black blade that glistened with ancient runes and vibrated with power beyond this world can be seen on the left. It beat. It recalled her. A golden, elaborate ring that shines too brightly for a space this hollow sits in the center. It appeared to be salvation. Or a glittering cage. A dark, smooth, blank, and innocent key is on the right. However, it was the realm's heaviest object. From this distance, she could sense it. As if gravity itself leaned in that direction. Emery stood between them, her lungs hardly remembering how to breathe, her breath seizing in her throat. It's this. The instant the cosmos had been turning back toward. The decision that had always been hers but wasn't just hers. Her hands shook. Not in terror. Using memory. Then— She took a step forward. She extended her han
Locked in the Devil's Deal Mask
As soon as Emery entered the mirror-door, reality engulfed him. Under her, the earth glowed like water, shattered like ice, and then came back together as luminous obsidian. Something ancient pumped through the air, not heat or cold. alive. The following step snapped back like elastic, the first one stretching into eternity. Here, the laws of distance did not apply. Or they had been rewritten if they did. Under her feet, symbols glowed—runes that glowed silver, gold, and something darker, like ink derived from the stars. Every time her foot touched down, more of them woke up, igniting a route that changed the more she attempted to follow it. They pulsed with her heartbeat. All at once, high-pitched, guttural, and musical voices murmured in the air. a language that she somehow grasped despite not knowing. "Emery." From all sides and none, her name was spoken. It's more like a remembrance than a hello. perhaps a cautionary tale. She turned in slow circles. “Where am I?”
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
