A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 21 – 30

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 21 – 30

I meant to ask who the he was but what came out of my mouth was disgraceful “You too,” the words slipped out before I could stop myself. I jolted at my response. He looked at me with confusion. “I mean, you also look good.”

“I get that a lot,” he said, placing his hands in his pockets. “What brings you here, little one?”

What was the best way to get into this building? That strange man had said it belonged to me. “I have some unfinished business; excuse me,” I replied.

“I would like to accompany you,” he said, his tone serious. “You shouldn’t go in there alone.”

“Suit yourself.”

As I pushed open the gates and stepped inside the mansion, a wave of tranquility washed over me. The air was still and warm, a stark contrast to the eerie chill I’d felt before. Everything looked immaculate. The walls gleamed as if they had just been polished, reflecting the soft light from the chandeliers overhead. Dust had clearly been banished from every surface, and the floorboards creaked pleasantly under my feet, not the ominous sound I had anticipated.

The fireplace in the main hall crackled cheerfully, flames dancing and casting flickering shadows. I wandered deeper into the mansion, my heart racing with anticipation. The dining room came into view, and my breath caught at the sight before me. A long, elegant table was set with fine china, glimmering silverware, and a feast fit for royalty—roasted meats, vibrant vegetables, and freshly baked bread filled the space with an enticing aroma.

At the corner of the room stood a maid, her hands clasped neatly in front of her, a serene expression on her face. “Your meal is ready, milady,” she said softly.

I turned to ask the man who had followed me inside, but he was nowhere to be found. Confusion settled in my stomach, but before I could process it, I looked back at the maid, my voice trembling with curiosity. “Where is he? Where did he go?”

The maid simply smiled, her eyes unwavering. “Your meal is ready, milady.”

I frowned, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I asked where he went.”

“Your meal is ready, milady,” she repeated, her voice steady and unchanging.

I took a step closer, the warmth of the fire contrasting with the chill creeping back into my heart. There was something unnerving about this place and I want no part in it, taking off the box, I drop it on the table then move towards the door but it wont open

the maid’s voice stopped my movement. “You can’t leave the building, milady,” she said, her tone almost too sweet. “You need to eat, drink, wash properly, and wait for Lord Lucifer, your master.”

I stepped back, my heart racing. “I have no master!” I protested, a tremor in my voice.

The maid lifted her head, her eyes locking onto mine with an unsettling intensity. “It is your parents’ doing. Just pray he likes you enough to let you live.”

A chill crept down my spine, her words echoing ominously in my mind. I pull out my phone to call Liam but no service, everything empty… What’s happening?

“Now, eat and drink. It might be your last meal. When you’re done, we will bathe you.”

“‘We’?” I mumbled, frowning.

“Yes, the girls behind me.” But as I glanced past her, I couldn’t see anyone at all, and fear washed over me, tightening its grip on my throat.

“Do not frighten her, Mirabelle,” a voice interrupted, smooth and confident. The man with white hair had returned, pulling out a chair at the table with an easy grace. He sat down, his gaze never leaving me. “Come eat, Selene.”

One question hit me like a bolt of lightning: How did he know my name?

I opened my mouth to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I took a hesitant step toward the table, the delicious spread before me enticing yet terrifying. I felt a strange pull toward the food, but the ominous atmosphere hung heavy in the air.

“Why… why do I have to wait for him?” I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man’s lips curled into a slight smile, a mix of amusement and something darker lurking beneath. “You are part of a deal, my dear. A consequence of your lineage. But worry not; you will find out soon enough.”

Mirabelle’s expression didn’t change, but I could sense her eagerness as she gestured toward the food. “You should eat, milady. It’s good for you.”

The atmosphere felt charged with tension, and I swallowed hard, glancing at the magnificent spread on the table. There was something almost comforting about the food, yet I couldn’t shake the sense of dread creeping up my spine.

“Eat,” the man urged again, his tone leaving no room for argument. “It will be good for you. Trust me.”

As I sat down at the table, I glanced around, still trying to process everything. “Where are the other girls?” I asked, hoping to divert my mind from the swirling anxiety.

“They’ll be here shortly,” he replied casually, leaning back in his chair. “They’re simply preparing.”

“What do you mean by preparing?” I pressed, suspicion tightening my chest.

Mirabelle stepped closer, her voice low and soothing, though it did little to ease my discomfort. “Do not worry about them. They will take care of you, milady.”

I took a deep breath, staring at the spread before me. The roasted meat looked tender, glistening with juices, and the vegetables were vibrant, colors popping against the polished table. It smelled heavenly, but the earlier conversation replayed in my mind, gnawing at my thoughts.

“Selene,” the man said, drawing my attention back to him. “You really should eat. You don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Disappoint who?” I challenged, though my voice trembled slightly.

“Lord Lucifer, of course,” he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. “He has certain expectations.”

I shivered at the mention of his name, a sense of foreboding settling deep within me. “What kind of expectations?”

“Ah, that is for you to discover,” he said, his tone playful yet serious. “But first, you must nourish yourself. After all, you’ll need your strength.”

I hesitated, glancing down at the food, but the pull was undeniable. Slowly, I reached for a piece of roasted meat, my heart racing. The moment it touched my lips, the flavors burst to life, savory and rich. Despite my fears, I found myself wanting more.

Mirabelle watched with a satisfied expression, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all part of a carefully laid plan—one I was not yet fully aware of.

“Now, drink,” the man instructed, gesturing toward a goblet filled with a deep crimson liquid.

I hesitated, eyeing the goblet warily. “What is it?”

“Something to ease your nerves,” he said smoothly. “Trust me, Selene. You’ll need it.”

Though my instincts screamed at me to run, I felt an undeniable compulsion to obey. I lifted the goblet to my lips, the cool liquid flowing over my tongue. It was sweet and warm, enveloping me in a haze of comfort.

As I set the goblet down, the door creaked open, and I turned to see a group of girls stepping into the room. They were dressed in elegant gowns, their faces painted with smiles that felt too perfect, too rehearsed.

“Welcome, milady,” one of them said, curtsying deeply. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

I glanced back at the man, my heart racing. “What is this place?”

“Your new home, Selene,” he replied, his expression unreadable. “For as long as you’re alive, you’ll want to make the best of it.”

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 21 – 30

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