The Devil's Heir

I didn’t expect the world to end on a Thursday, but when you owe the Devil a debt, he doesn’t wait for an invitation. My father’s gambling addiction didn’t just cost us money; it cost me my freedom. Standing in the glass-walled office of Luca Romano, the city’s most lethal predator, I realized I wasn’t there to negotiate. I was the payment. "You don’t own me," I whispered, my voice trembling as I stared into eyes cold enough to freeze hell over. He stepped closer, invading my space, smelling of expensive cologne and danger. "Not yet," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But you will be." He offered me a contract: One year. Under his roof. Under his rules. If I refused? My father dies. If I signed? I belong to him. I signed my life away to the Devil’s Heir, thinking I was saving my family. I didn’t know that Luca didn’t just want payment. He wanted to ruin me, protect me, and consume me all at once. Now, I’m living in a gilded cage, waiting for the moment he decides to collect his due. Because the Romanos never lose what they claim.