All Chapters of Chained to the Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

OliviaI didn't want him to touch me,I thought his touch would be disgusting. I didn't want him to kiss me. I always thought a kiss was a sacred touch, like exchanging the sacred breath with someone.I had a similar feeling with my first kiss with Daniel. No one has ever made me feel the same after him. There was no comparison to him. No kiss compared to his. Until I met the devil, how damn shocked was I when he kissed me as if I belonged to him, and flashbacks in my mind got mixed up until I lost consciousness? I woke up in the car, and he was calling my name with a worried face. Familiar green eyes and a familiar voice but more masculine. I closed my eyes again, focusing on his voice, and damn, I wanted to cry.And then it suddenly came back to me, all at once, how he touched me, how he kissed me, how I realized he was Daniel, my Daniel. Then my sister had an accident. When I opened my eyes at the hospital, she was standing over me with a pillow in her hands. Was she going to stra

Olivia"Oh, are you mad at him?" She laughed, and I joined her laugh as well. And there it was, two women who were madly in love with a man named Clyde. One loves the true Clyde and the other loves the man underneath the body. We laughed as we tried to hide a dead man's body. We managed to drag him out of there and through the woods, probably leaving a stain of blood on the way, but the man weighed more than both of us."You know they will find the blood in that basement, right?" She reminded me."And whose fault is that? Sorry, I know you had your reasons. I don't know maybe I'll say I love meat and my husband slaughters animals in there." I was really tired, my whole body hurt.She looked tired as well. We stopped at a place far from the house. It was a good thing the house was surrounded by woods. We fell on the ground on our back breathing for air."We should bury him." She said looking at me. "Okay?" I was not sure."We didn't get any shovels." She reminded me."What are we go

ClydeI no longer belonged to myself. Neither Clyde Harrison nor his father, Don Harrison, owned me. I stopped belonging to Daniel Wallas a long time ago. I realized that I had always belonged to her. I couldn't go a day without thinking about her. I begged to see her in my dreams before I went to sleep, but she didn't come to my dreams very often, rather, she resided rent-free in my mind. I slammed my head against the wall, punched, and destroyed multiple mirrors in an attempt to get rid of her, but nothing. I kept seeing her eyes whenever I looked in the mirror, even wearing a different face.When I committed my first murder, I had a fantasy in which I placed my head on her lap rather than the rock and acted as though the wind were her tiny, slender fingers caressing my hair. I worked as though her pure touch was still worthy for me. During the night, I imagined that the tingles on my body were her touch and pictured myself resting my head on her chest rather than the pillow. All I

Olivia "Things are different now, Olivia. I can't go back. You have to learn to call me Clyde, otherwise, others will know my secret too and there will be chaos if they find out." He spoke before moving away and laying on his back next to me. I touched his hand intertwining his fingers with mine and leaning closer to him. "Okay but tell me, apart from the revenge plan that you have, why did you become Clyde Harrison? That can't be the only reason, right?" I raised my head, looking at him who was staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I sighed lowering my head, losing my hopes when he spoke. "I was about to jump on the balcony of the last floor of a huge and end my life." I raised my head again, I had a strange feeling in my stomach. "There's when I met Don Harrison and Gabriel. His son, Clyde Harrison, had died in a bomb explosion. His face was destroyed, it was unrecognizable. Don Harrison was very sick, he didn't have many months of life, but he was desperate to have the he

OliviaI was brushing my hair in front of the mirror when my husband returned. The idea of calling him 'my husband' in my mind made me excited. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. He sighed When there was no reaction on my part."What's wrong chipmunk?" He stared at me and I stared at the reflection of both of us in the mirror."I told you not to get out of that door earlier," I spoke in a static voice, staring at the mirror."Yes, sorry dear wife, I was running some errands, I'll try to make time for you as well." He looked at me with an apologetic look."More like putting your plan in the action of revenge on my father." I turned my head to look at him, and he kneeled before me."It would come sooner or later." He cupped my face."I know you are right, but it is my family." I gulped, lowering my eyes."I know, little wifey. But I don't care if it's your family or not. If they could trade to you the wolves,they would. Your father cares only about money , and your stepsister despises