Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Devil : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 58

DIMITRI CASTELLO“This better be important,” I shrugged off my jacket, receiving my phone from Chris. The damn thing has been ringing for hours.This was the first break I had had since I arrived in San Francisco. So far it has been exhausting, to say the least, I've had a whirlwind of meetings, and photo ops, and I had the unfortunate fate of dealing with complete idiots as business partners. But the good thing in all of this was I was finally closing an important deal with the Sanchez's in two hours.As I scroll through the endless list of missed calls, the only one that caught my attention was one from the mansion. I felt my entire body stiffen instantly at the thought of what could have possibly happened.Elena.That was the first name that snuck into my mad thoughts. I was about to call the mansion when a call came in.“Yeah?” I brought it to my ears.“Hello, this is Rose from JPMorgan Chase. Am I speaking to Dimitri Castello?”“You are,” I rubbed a thumb across my brow.“Great,

ELENA DUVAL “Tyler Whitman is a shameless thief and a conniving bastard. I don't know what happened between you both right before he broke off the engagement, you never told me and whenever I asked, you didn't want to talk about it,” Tiffany shifted closer. “But what I do know is that Tyler is a fake. He stole your work and idea, Elena, and now he's living his best life off your work. Over the last two years, Tyler has skyrocketed from being a complete nobody in the industry to the top actor of all time, all thanks to your script being stolen. Remember, the script you wrote two years ago when we were—”“Still in college,” I completed. “But Tyler isn't the type of person who would do that. And his father would have never allowed him to pursue a career in the entertainment industry,” Tyler was the only son left after his elder brother died in a plane crash back in high school. It was no secret I had wanted to major in directing back in college instead of business, and Tyler had an inter

ELENA DUVAL I pressed my lips into a smile, and with my heart almost in my throat, my gaze shifted from the guys, moving slowly, yet impatiently to the windows.Every nerve ending sparked with awareness sending goosebumps down my spine and oxygen out of my lungs as our gazes met.A shiver ghosted through me.Something in me cooled instantly, I felt my body frozen under the weight of his stare. He had his usual dark, cold gaze. But somewhere deep in his eyes, I could see a spark of fire in his eyes. It was tiny, just a shadow of flame, but it was enough to fill my stomach with flutters. Strange.I inhaled slowly. And released it.His eyes held mine for the briefest second before they flicked over me. I felt instant heat as his eyes roamed down my body, stopping briefly at where my dress stopped a few inches above my thigh. I was wearing one of the new dresses Tiff and I had shopped for.James shuffled in his seat, clearing his throat suddenly. The action seemed to cut through the tensi

ELENA DUVALAs soon as I turned on the lights and turned around, I jumped and stifled a scream at the unexpected figure that leaned against the kitchen cabinet and blended just perfectly well in the dark. My hip had banged against the wall, sparking a jolt of pain through my bones and my breathing suddenly became erratic.“Dimitri, you scared me,” My voice came out way breathier than intended. “What are you doing up at this time?”Fuck. That was a stupid question and the way his full perfect brows tipped up a bit told me so. But I couldn't think clearly through the fog of adrenaline rushing through me.“Working,” He tipped his head just a little to the pile of papers scattered on the kitchen table which I was too busy calming my beating heart to see.I raised a brow, but I didn't say anything about why he didn't turn on the lights. But it was obvious, he wasn't just the devil, and dangerous. He also owned the dark, and most probably ruled it.However, I wondered why he couldn't just w