All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“I’ve got her where you want her now,” Don Antonio muttered into the phone, his voice low and edged with satisfaction.“You remember your end of the bargain?” he barked a moment later.“Yes. Definitely,” Tatum replied smoothly. There was a faint smile in his voice. “I must admit, I’m impressed. Your role was impressive and very believable, by the way. I must commend you.”Their collaboration wss cold, precise, and mutually beneficial — each man using the other as a perfect instrument to achieve his own dark aim.---**A few nights earlier**The heavy doors to Don Antonio’s private residence opened. One of his scarred underlings stepped inside, bowing slightly.“Don, there’s a visitor. He insists on meeting you personally. Says it’s urgent and that you share common interests.”Antonio’s eyes had narrowed. More so one to come with such confidence. Moments later, the stranger entered the dimly lit study. He moved with calm assurance, stopping a respectful distance away. The lights cast

Every waking moment was torture.Lucas sat hunched over the large surrounded by maps, surveillance photos, and scattered reports. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He could almost hear her voice in his head soft, frightened, calling his name in the dark. *Lucas… Lucas, where are you?*He hadn’t slept since the night she vanished. The city had been turned inside out, but every lead had gone cold.Until now.He looked up sharply.“The underground. " he shoved things apart. “A new faction slipped into the country a couple of weeks ago. They call themselves ‘The Mole.’ they're said to be hired foreign mercenaries. They specialize in tunnels, smuggling routes, underground networks." Lucas’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table." There's more. They have moved recently and we believe they're about making their exit." The man hesitated. “They’re experts at moving people out quietly. No trace. No records. If someone wanted to smuggle a person, this

 Don Antonio stepped into the VIP ward, his footsteps measured and heavy. “How is he?” Antonio asked the guard at the door. “It’s… complicated, boss,” the man replied, stepping aside. Antonio pushed the door open and froze. Lucas was shirtless, his gaunt frame showing the structural toll of a six-month coma. Yet he moved with frantic, rhythmic energy, doing pull-ups on a portable bar, muscles roping and straining with every lift. “I’m getting discharged,” Lucas said, not breaking his rhythm. “Right now.” Antonio forced a small, patronizing smile. “You were in a coma for a long time, Lucas. Your body needs—” “I know.” Lucas dropped to the floor with silent, predatory grace. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, letting out a dry, ha

“At least let’s check the lands,” Alex said in exasperation, rubbing his tired eyes.Grief had no reasoning. “If she survived, she’ll be out there somewhere,” Alex continued gently, lying through his teeth. He didn’t believe she was still alive, not in the slightest. But watching his boss slowly destroy himself was far worse and at least off shores would be safer. For weeks now, they had traveled from place to place with only Alex as Lucas’s sole companion. The man had refused to return to the city without him, staying by his side through every dead end, every sleepless night, and every moment of unraveling.The two men sat quietly at a small outdoor café in a small town. “I’ll get more milk,” Alex said, standing up to walk to the counter.Lucas nodded absently, staring into his untouched coffee.Then, without warning, Lucas shot to his feet. His chair clattered backward. His eyes locked onto a passing car with desperate, wild intensity.“Arabella?”Before Alex could move, Lucas bo

“I’m thinking of liquidating everything. The empire. The company, the shares... all of it,” Lucas muttered.Alex blinked, the sandwich nearly falling from his hand.  “Boss!” he cried out, eyes wide with alarm. He reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand, a wave of genuine panic washing over him.  “Is this... is this like a dying wish? Are you okay? Please don't give up on life yet.”Lucas scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away from Alex’s intense gaze.  “You said it yourself—there are people who need it more. And you were right,” he muttered. “I think I finally know what I want to do.”“And that is?”“I’m going to squander my money and Don Antonio’s on actually profitable things. The man is old; he’ll be dead soon anyway. What does he need all those