All Chapters of Locked in the Devil's Deal: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emery nodded as she tried her best to preparing herself mentally. “Be ready by seven,” Darren added as his eyes swept over her again. “And wear something professional. No distractions.”Her cheeks burned at the subtle jab.She tried her best to hold her ground. “Anything else?”Leaning back on his chair, Darren smirked.His expressions softened into something more thoughtful. “Just one thing,” He puased for a moment before his voice turned into a warning, Don’t forget your deal with me and if any issue occurs you can come to me immediately.”“I will,” she said nodding her head. Their eyes locked for a mere moment before Darren turned his face to the side and said, “Good, I’ll handle the arrangements. You just be ready.”Darren leaned back in his chair as his fingers started to tap rhythmically on the side armrest.His behaviour with Emery was always like he was planning something. His continuous sharp gaze on Emery made her a little confused. “You’ll be meeting Rourke at a private

Camilla burst into laughter as she read the news headline. "Bloggers will stop at nothing to sensationalize unverified news," she said, shaking her head. The news of her marriage was all over the news. Her face broadened with a smile of satisfaction. Everything was about falling in place. Sitting on the beach chair in the yard, she felt a cool breeze blowing through her skin. It felt very comforting. “Ma’am, the sun is down.” A maid said bowing in respect. She smiled, waving her off, she was a fan of nature and right now she wanted a natural effect that came with swimming. Camilia wondered who had let the media on the news. The positive reactions she was getting from her fans gave her a giddy feeling of happiness. Life to her was perfect, and in a few days, she would be on top of her game. She loosened the straps of her dress and headed towards the pool for a refreshing swim. The butler approached her, handing her a glass of fruit juice, complete with a straw – the same luxurious

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

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

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