icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Sold To The Devil I Ruined

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 489    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

ont it barely covered her, and the back was non-

rald had hired had covered the bruise on her cheek and the cut

ed into t

d. Silas. He couldn't be more than twenty. He

a, he blushed. He

, Miss," h

the doctor had given her made t

" she wh

stif

it's too tight.

putting a hand to her forehea

to steady her. "Mi

was the first gentle th

wrist. "I just need a phone. One

the corner of the ceiling. He

e whispered.

my father," Elenor

ung. He saw a damsel in

d a large marble pi

issed, pressing a burn

oss the keypad. She dialed

pick up,

"Elenora? My God, the p

he has me. Yo

as ripped f

a spun

asn't looking at the phone

s knees. His face w

and. Plastic cracked. Glass shattered

ers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. He p

hispered into her

ked at

im down

om the shadows. They grabbed S

ling against Fitzgerald's gr

hed. It was a d

ur new boyfri

l, poured off him. She had

ragged away. He turned Elenora

led," he said. "We ha

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
Sold To The Devil I Ruined
Sold To The Devil I Ruined
“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.”