All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Arabella Life with Amal was a series of small, quiet miracles. He was such a good baby, almost as if he knew his mommy had been through a war and he didn't want to add to her burden. He slept through most of the night, and as I administered his medication punctually, I could see him getting stronger, his tiny cheeks filling out.​But reality was never far behind. Money was a constant, gnawing shadow.​“Mommy still has to get a job, snuggles,” I whispered one morning, strapping him into his baby bag for the day's walk. “And we’ll get a bigger house soon. I promise."One morning, I woke up to the sound of construction outside. The stairs and the entire building were suddenly being renovated. Workers were everywhere, replacing old railings, fixing cracks in the walls, and painting fresh coats. I was surprised the building had been neglected for years. The landlord had barely done anything before.But they were serious. Everything inside the apartment was preserved with care. Nothing wa

"Boss, she wants a house," Alex reported, his voice low. He didn't really need to say it. Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He was hunched over a sturdy oak workbench, the air around him thick with the scent of sawdust and beeswax. He was meticulously assembling a handcrafted wooden crib, his large, scarred hands hands that had once moved with lethal precision to break men now moving with a delicacy that would have shocked his enemies."I know, Alex," Lucas murmured, not looking up from the joinery."She wants a nursery connected to her room," Alex added, stepping closer.A faint, knowing smirk touched Lucas’s lips. "I know."He finally straightened, wiping his hands on a rag before gesturing for Alex to look at the display boards leaning against the far wall. Alex’s jaw dropped. It wasn't just a sketch or a vague floor plan. It was a masterpiece of domestic architecture."You've been working on this? Already?" Alex scanned the progress photos pinned to the board. The dates were sta

Lucas had never been so frightened in his life. It was a different kind of fear seeing his whole world in such situation. A breath away from hurt. His whole body trembled, his chest heaving as if he were still sprinting, still fighting for air. The adrenaline was beginning to ebb, leaving behind a cold, paralyzing terror that turned his knees to water."Who could have done this?" he whispered, his voice trembling with a rare, jagged vulnerability. "Is it happening again? Is someone trying to reach them because of me? Because I’m too close?"He looked down at his hands, the same hands that had just held the two most precious things in his existence and felt a wave of visceral self-loathing. "Maybe they’re better off without me. Maybe my very presence is the curse.""Lucas," Alex said firmly, though his own body was vibrating with the aftershocks of the event. "It was an accident. The vehicle rolled off a slope; the parking brake failed. There was no intent.""What would have happened

Arabella ​"I won't let you take him, Lucas!" I screamed, my voice cracking into a jagged sob. "I won't let you take my son and harm him just to get back at me! I’d rather die!"​"Arabella, what are you talking about?" Lucas’s face fractured, a rare look of genuine horror crossing his features as he stopped at the threshold of the balcony. "I would never hurt him."​I nearly laughed at the lie.​"I’ll jump," I threatened, the words slipping out in a desperate, wild blur. I knew the height would kill us both. I didn't truly want to do it, but I needed a weapon, and my own life was the only currency I had left.​"I know you won't," Lucas said, his voice dropping into a desperate, pleading whisper. "I know you won't hurt him. You love him more than your own life. I’ve watched the two of you... for months, Arabella. For months, I’ve yearned to be just this close to you. To him."Yes! My son was my one weakness and I could only imagine what that meant to Lucas. ​"You want to ruin me!" I s

Days earlier“Are you sure about what you saw, Violet?!” Don Antonio demanded, his voice sharp with disbelief.“Arabella,” Violet repeated, pacing the dimly lit hotel room. “It was her. I saw her with my own eyes. She just won’t rest in peace, will she?”Violet’s chest heaved with bitter resentment. Lucas was supposed to be hers. She had lost him the first time when Arabella originally stepped into the picture, ruining every plan she had envisioned for her future. After Arabella’s supposed death, Violet had traveled across the globe, trailing Lucas to this miserable, small town in the hopes of comforting him, of finally rekindling the faded spark they once shared. But since arriving, she had realized the brutal truth: there was not even the slightest chance for her anymore. Lucas was still stuck on her.Antonio’s hands grew clammy. He had narrowly escaped Lucas’s rage once before.He had narrowly escaped it the first time Lucas’s blinding, ungodly rage when Arabella vanished. If L