All Chapters of The Devil’s Contract: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ESTELLE’S POV Last night was a disaster but I shoved it at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to think about Adonis watching me go all crazy in my sleep. The fact that Adonis snuck into my room while I was asleep should creep me out, But the fact that he cared about me to check on me made my insides twirl. But maybe I was reading too much into something that meant nothing. After all, we were practically strangers. We didn’t talk to each other when we went down for breakfast, except the usual greetings. Genna on the other hand kept chattering which annoyed Adonis, but her talks were always interesting to me. When we got to the office, I tried to move ahead of him but he grabbed me by waist and yanked me to his side. His eyes narrowed and even though he didn't speak, I got the message… ‘Stick by my side.’ The moment we got to the top floor, I basically sprinted into my office. All settled in, Chloe arrived shortly. Not only did I make her my social media personnel, she was also m

ADONIS’S POVOn the drive home, Estelle never shut up. As much as I wanted to stay angry at her for pulling such a reckless stunt, just looking at her flushed face and listening to her slurred tone was enough to calm me.The fact that she left the house to go clubbing wasn't something I could just lay off. When she’s sober, I’d make her regret it. I’d punish her, teach her a lesson that she won’t forget, so the memory of it would stay engraved in her mind.When we arrived home, she came out first, making a futile effort to walk on her own. Her legs moved like jelly with each step she took, while I watched her with amusement.“Come here,” I said, carrying her into my arms again, still surprised at how light she felt. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder, gazing at me with green eyes illuminated by the moon’s glow. “As much as I want to walk back on my own,” she said, batting her lashes as she trailed a finger along my exposed chest where I had opened a button, “I enjoy being this c

I was seated in my office most of the day, trying to avoid Adonis at all costs after what happened back home. It was safer to steer off his path because God knows what other fucked up thoughts he has in his mind. My phone beeped from a notification and I picked it off the table. I glanced at my screen to see Chloe had sent me a text. I tapped it open to a link. I opened it and was taken to a webpage. Written in bold large matters, the headlines read; Ericcorps guilty of committing financial felonies. Further investigation is being carried out. A wide grin spread across my face. Each line I read made my heart swell with joy. It won’t take long for Eric to realize this was my doing. For someone like him, he’d definitely have enemies and people set out to ruin his life, but I'm his greatest enemy. He played dirty when he tried to get me killed, and now I’ll play dirtier. My door suddenly barged open and a red-faced Barbara stormed into my office. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in my

ESTELLE’S POVNighttime came quickly and we were soon headed to the venue. Thanks to Genna, my makeup and hair were flawless. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I understood why Adonis swooned over the dress. It was a masterpiece, perfectly crafted just for me.When we arrived, the car door opened and Adonis took my hand in his and pulled me out gracefully. As we walked side by side with his fingers intertwined with mine, I couldn’t stop thinking of what those hands had done to me back at the dresser. Desire rushed through me and my cheeks burned, but I was grateful he wasn't looking.I had enjoyed every moment of it, a pleasure I hadn't felt in ages. It was different with Eric would had always been so mechanical. Now that I think about it, he only cared about his own needs.But Adonis was different. There was a burning hunger in his eyes, a longing that I could feel with every touch. It was as if my pleasure was his own, like seeing me unravel beneath him was enough pleasure for

ADONIS’S POVMy mind kept going back to the conversation we had at the ballroom, and how things had escalated to her crying in the bathroom with her dress in shreds.So much happened in such short time.Though it was faint, her expression had changed when I told her how I felt about women.I wondered why.But I hadn't told her the whole truth. I couldn't. How could I possibly admit that I've been obsessed with her since the first day I saw her in college? Or how I’d been struck by how much she looked like my first-ever obsession?This twisted part of me had been born the first day I met that woman, and till today, I blamed her for it.The mansion was quiet, the chandelier lights casting a soft glow as we walked into the grand room. I couldn't help but stare at her, tracing every detail of her long legs as she walked—the way her hair sashayed down her back— the way she clutched my jacket to her body like it was some sort of shield.Following behind her, I remained silent as I admired