All Chapters of Bought By The Devil In Suit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Present DayELENAThe heavy iron chains clanked against the polished marble floor, announcing my arrival. I refused to let them see the fear that gnawed at my stomach as they led me towards the stage. My wrists were raw and sore from the rope binding them, but I held my head high. They could take everything else from me, but not my pride.As I was shoved onto the stage, a blinding spotlight hit me like a blow. It illuminated every inch of the flimsy, lacey fabric draping over my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The wolves in the audience snickered and hooted, their cruel laughter ringing through the vast room.But I stood tall and defiant, letting them look all they wanted. Deep down, I promised myself that one day, I would make each and every one of them pay for this humiliation.“Gentlemen, feast your eyes on the rarest of treasures!” the auctioneer announced, his voice oily and theatrical. “Elena De Luca—daughter of the infamous Lorenzo De Luca. A feisty virgin. A perfec

Three days Before the AuctionELENA POVAs I walk through the house one last time, the lack of Lorenzo's slurred yelling and clinking bottles fills me with serenity. It’s been a peaceful week without his constant inebriated rants and violent outbursts.A week where I’m not beaten and can sleep in peace.He left a note on the kitchen counter, pretending to have an important "business" to attend to. Yet I know the reality—he’s away on his annual mafia cruise, indulging in women, gambling, power games, and attempting to cling to the world that had forgotten him long ago. Seeing him desperately hold onto this fleeting delusion only makes me pity him more.And me?I’m nearly free.My heart races as I retrieve my duffel bag from my bedroom. Inside, it holds everything I need to escape my old life and start again: fake identities, encrypted backup drives, and stacks of cash I withdrew that morning, along with cards. My other persona—CIPHER, a notorious hacker and genius who helped me accumula

ELENA'S POVHe doesn’t bother coming after me to the balcony. Now I understand why. The mansion is built on a cliff surrounded by the sea. The only way out of the mansion is the way we came in from.Motherfucker.I’m not jumping from here, I have revenge to take… from everyone who bid for me at the auction, the fat guy whose hand he chopped.Markel.Lorenzo.And Adrian...I come back to the room, meeting his knowing eyes as I pick the coat off the floor, cover myself again, and sit down at the desk.Big blue eyes glare at me. “That was your attempt one. Next attempt, I’ll throw you into Ghost’s dungeon where he will rip the flesh off your body.”“You cannot keep me here forever.”“Let’s make one thing clear,” he grabs my ankle and lifts it. “You belong to me now. That means you follow my rules.”“And if I don’t?”I bite my lips as he presses around the deep cut on my sole.“Then you’ll learn why no one defies me.” The servant knocks on the door and comes in with a bowl of warm water an

ELENA’S POVPoke. Poke. Poke.The sun is warm on my face, I can feel the light. But there is something poking my cheek. I swat it thrice, but it keeps repeating. There’s a soft fragrance of cherry blossom, mixed with something musky. Hmm… calming. A soft growl. Next to me. I pull the blankets higher and snuggle. No more Lorenzo. No more dusty house. Just me and my freedom. My first morning in Japan. A loud roar happens close to me, shaking the earth. My eyes fly open. I bolt up straight only to see a white furry monster sitting by my feet. Panic grips me. “Don’t scream. Ghost doesn’t like it.” My head snaps at the little girl standing next to me. My mouth closes shut. No scream leaves. Sophie is still in her PJs, carrying bed hair and morning blush on her cheeks. “Good morning, aunty.” She gives me a surprise peck on my cheek. I recall Adrian returning to my room with Alex and— I scramble down from the bed to check myself. I’m still wearing the same flimsy clothes from the

ADRIAN'S POVI slip my hand behind her head and gently free her long wild tangled tresses that she hasn’t combed. She has the most luscious dark hair, resembling one of the girls in Sophia’s storybook—what was the name--Ah Moana!Creamy skin, not a speck of makeup on her face, thin arched eyebrows, high and defined cheekbones that gives her a regal air, yet they soften with the gentle roundness of her face. Her lips are full and kissable, and the tiny beauty spot on her upper lips is God’s own work.Every expression she makes only enhances her beauty.She’s all natural and untamed, straight out of one’s imagination.Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unlike others who can’t maintain eye contact with me for more than a few seconds hers are showing all types of expressions from fear to astonishment to anger.Gosh, such expressive eyes.It’s distressing to smell my products on her other than her sweet soft fragrance. Distressing but sensual.“If you are done staring get off me. You are heav