Sold To The Devil I Ruined

Author: ELEANOR HORTON

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1015 | Released on: 22/01/2026

ke an animal in pain that cut through the roar of the storm. The vehicl

clung to her skin, cold and heavy. Before she could take a breath, a hand clamped around

uard yank

, but of the expensive Italian stiletto giving way. She went down hard. Her knees hit the mud and gravel with

r that felt too thick with water to breathe. Throug

leather. Immaculate. Not

the dark suit trousers, past the fitted jacke

her. There was no anger in his face. Anger would have been human. There was only a hollow, terrifyi

. He didn't speak. He

y audible over the thunder, but it carried the weight of a

She tried to find purchase, but without her shoe, she was unbala

handelier made her squeeze her eyes shut. She hit the floor again. This time i

hes pooling around her, staining the intricate Pers

om the brief exposure to the blowing rain. He balled th

slapped against

re, but enough to mark. It w

heat of humiliation burned in her chest, warring

ld," she rasped. Her throat f

us hall. A laugh. But it lacked a

y. He reached out and grabbed her chin. His fingers dug into her jawline with eno

read the fine print, Elenora. Your father was desperate. The collateral agre

to the side, inspec

gible. It included a personal services co

s Gifford had signed. Stacks of them. She hadn't re

her face away. H

red, though the fight w

aid. His voice dropped to a whisper, in

phone from his pocket. The screen lit up hi

I have St. Mary's Hos

t hammered against her

hat's all it takes to pull the plug on Gifford's life support. I ow

h. Elenora looked at the heavy oak

d left. The only person who hadn't t

es flickered and died, replaced by a dull, aching resignati

her eyes. He seemed to breathe de

f from his pocket and wiped the fingers that h

he guards, turning his back on her. "No one

let them drag her across the marble, her bare foot squ

ng at her. He was staring at his own hand, rubbing t

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Sold To The Devil I Ruined

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“Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he's the billionaire who bought my father's debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father's life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.”