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Sold To The Devil I Ruined

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 765    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

ved, searching for air that wasn't thick w

e room was too quiet. Outside, thunder rumbled, a low growl th

a nightmare. I

ay, bright and blinding on the manicured green lawns. She was seventeen. She was we

convertible, tossing them in the air, catchi

at something she said. She didn't remember th

she s

hand, the cuffs fraying. He was near the trash cans behind the caf

to Elenora picked u

his pale skin. He didn't cry out. He didn't run. He just stood there, clu

with curiosity. She raised a hand, s

er shadow fell over his f

nudged his worn-out sneake

t look away. That annoyed her.

a wad of cash. It was her allowance for the w

thre

en confetti. They landed on his s

irking. "That should cover your

ds clenched into fists at his sides. Hi

he k

t and picked up the

ifted. The s

erald was standing in the corner, holding a heavy canvas. He

hat she had done. In a fit of pique, sh

ashed i

water soak

g. "That's what you're here for,

knees and scru

She made him carry her because she didn't want to ru

eamed in the dream

m his nose, and looked at her. That look. It

m, sweat sticking her shirt to

the bedroom

ded in, blinding her. Fitzg

boy from the dream. He was broad, imposi

tray in

h a clatter. Soup sloshed over the side of the bowl. It

Fitzger

food. Her stomach turn

ungry," sh

oorframe. He crossed his arms.

," he said. "I said eat. Don't e

es raking over he

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g in an old wound. He threw the word at

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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.”