All Chapters of Locked in the Devil's Deal: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cynthia slowly opened her eyes, groggy and confused. “Where am I?” She muttered .The last thing she remembered was..... Well, she couldn't quite place it. Her mind felt blank, and a dull ache throbbed in her head.As her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, Cynthia realized she was hanging upside down. Her wrists and ankles were bound, suspended from the ceiling by a web of ropes. Panic surged through her, and she struggled against the restraints, but they held firm.Who could have done this? Cynthia hadn't been in town for a while until now. It should be safe and peaceful. She had thought she was free from the dangers and intrigues of the business world. It seemed she had been wrong. She had her fears ever since she chose to be on Emery side but she never thought they would come to her so soon. Cynthia's mind raced, trying to think of anyone who might want to harm her. “Margaret,” she muttered. This was the only person she could think of. Or could it be someone else? If yes, then

Margaret would give the world pain and remind them of everything they had done. How cruel they were toward her. How painful she felt, how terrible they had treated her. The word made her cry In pain, the society broke her into a thousand pieces. They made her vulnerable to every danger. They throw her off the bus for no reason. They gave her tears of pain and agony. And now she was giving the same pain and everyone had the guts to judge her?Why? Who gave them that right? Did anyone intervene during her time? No one came through for her and her family. They all laughed and made her feel so terrible. Now they are to shut their mouths and watch. The thought back to these things was quite a load. It sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Margaret’s eyes blazed with a fierce look as she thought about the past. She thought about how Edward Hart’s enterprise had been the bane of her existence for so long. She had a deep seated hatred for the company and for the man who had founded i

Emery took a long breath, steadying herself as she approached the board. "If you vote me out now, without due process, you’ll be walking right into the hands of whoever orchestrated this." She looked around, making eye contact with each board member. "Think about it. This scandal emerged out of nowhere. Fabricated documents, leaked reports—these were all geared to destroy my name instantly."A few board members shifted uncomfortably, exchanging glances."My father founded this company from the ground up, and I have dedicated my whole life to its success. And now, when a crisis occurs, you’re willing to believe lies without a rigorous investigation?" She turned toward the legal counsel. "I assume no formal audit has been conducted?"The lawyer hesitated before nodding his head. "Not yet.""Then how can you be so sure these allegations are real?" Emery pushed. "All I ask is for time to prove my innocence."Calloway leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers against the table. "Time

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

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—