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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Deal to Seduce the Devil Heir: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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INTRODUCTION

Introduction“Strip.”The command cracked through the room like a whip.I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I stared at the line of women beside me—each of us frozen, each of us pretending we weren’t about to lose the last pieces of dignity we had left. The one giving orders stood in front of us, lazily tapping a wide wooden plank against his palm, as if he had all the time in the world.My chest tightened. Tears blurred my vision, but I forced them back. I couldn’t afford to break down. Not now.I need this. I need the money.Just last week, my father was shot.Men barged into our house looking for something—something we didn’t even have. My father tried to fight them off with a blade. He didn’t stand a chance. They shot him without hesitation.We rushed him to the hospital, but the damage was severe. Internal bleeding. Emergency surgery. Blood transfusions—bags and bags of blood just to keep him alive. He was in the ICU for days before he finally regained consciousness.It’s been two

Chapter 1

Chapter 1Cataleya“There will be someone to pick you up. A black van. He’ll introduce himself as Timoteo. Remember—you’re already paid. We know who you are… and we know your father. In two weeks, you have to gain Fabien’s trust. His love. Everything. After that, you’re free.”The words looped in my mind like a broken record.I stood by the roadside, arms wrapped around myself as if that could somehow hold me together. The night air was thick, clinging to my skin, and the distant hum of passing vehicles only made the silence around me feel heavier.A black van.That was what they said.So why was there none?I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my heels digging painfully into the pavement. I wasn’t used to shoes like these—too high, too thin, too impractical for someone who had spent most of her life running errands in worn-out slippers.What have I gotten myself into?Two hundred thousand pesos.That was all it took to drag me into this mess. The remaining balance of my fa

Chapter 2

Chapter 2The gate opened automatically before I could even slow down.I was still at least a couple of meters away when the iron bars slid apart like something out of a high-security film, and I didn’t hesitate—I slammed my foot on the accelerator and drove straight inside. Gravel crunched under the tires as I sped across the massive driveway, heading directly toward the main entrance of the mansion.If it had been possible, I would have driven the car right into the living room.Unfortunately, reality had other plans.The vehicle jolted violently as I misjudged the distance and rammed into a concrete barrier near the steps. My entire body jerked forward, the seatbelt digging into my chest.“Ow!” I gasped, already fumbling with the door.I didn’t waste a second.“Help!” I screamed the moment I stumbled out of the car. “Someone help! Anyone inside—please! Mom, Dad, brother, sister—whoever you are! Help!”My voice echoed across the massive property, sharp and desperate.Behind me, the

Chapter 3

Chapter 3Fabien let out a long, controlled sigh the moment the door clicked shut behind him. He slowly removed the blanket covering his lap, revealing the fresh bandage wrapped tightly around his thigh. The wound still looked angry, raw—a stark reminder that death had brushed past him again. From where I was standing, I could see every subtle tension in his posture, the way his fingers curled slightly, as if restraining something deeper than pain. He had enemies—too many enemies—and it wasn’t a matter of if someone would try to kill him, but when.I didn’t know exactly which rival from the black market was after him this time. Maybe it didn’t even matter anymore. Attempts on his life had become routine, survival a constant expectation.Earlier, his father had scolded him again. I hadn’t been there, but I could imagine it perfectly: Don Vitto’s voice, commanding and sharp, filling a room no one dared speak loudly in. Everything with his father was always about control, never conversat

Chapter 3.1

Chapter 3.1 “Where are we going now?” I asked after a moment, glancing around as I tried to get my bearings. “In my room.” Well… obviously. I pressed my lips together, then sighed. “You know, maybe you should postpone whatever you’re planning. You might make your injury worse, and your father might get mad at me again. I don’t feel like getting slapped twice in a row. I’ve had enough.” I tossed in a dramatic eye roll, deliberately exaggerating my tone. He looked at me, his brows knitting together slightly. “Was he the one who slapped you?” “Yes, on my super pretty face!” I shot back, gesturing midair as if presenting evidence. I even tilted my chin up a little, as though waiting for him to inspect the invisible damage. He stared at me for a second longer than necessary, his expression unreadable, his brows still drawn together. For a brief second, I wondered if he might actually slap me himself if I didn’t stop talking. “You glare like you were born angry,” I added, unable to h

Chapter 4

“Undress me,” Fabien ordered the moment we entered his room. I arched a brow at him, unfazed, as if he had just asked me to pass him a glass of water. “Aren’t you even going to offer me coffee first?” I shot back, already reaching for the hem of his shirt like I was tending to my own father. There was no malice in my actions. And that was the problem. I was supposed to be seducing him, not treating him like a patient. “Oh, your pants too,” I added casually. “Stand up—I’ll take care of it.” He obeyed without a word. As I stripped him, my eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. He wasn’t completely… unresponsive. Not entirely. If I had to describe it, it was like someone recovering from a stroke—half alive, half not. There was size, presence—but still, I didn’t dwell on it. It didn’t matter. “A towel? A robe? Bath?” I asked, as if there wasn’t a completely naked man standing in front of me. I turned toward the bathroom, taking in the sheer size of it. It was massi

Chapter 5

FABIEN was waiting for Tim to answer the phone, and I could almost imagine how impatient he must have been. It kept ringing, and it was already his second attempt. He had a short temper when it came to waiting, but Tim was an exception. His right-hand man was always busy, doing almost everything for him. I was sure that if he ordered Tim to do something ridiculous, he would still obey without question. “Boss,” Tim answered on the other line, slightly out of breath as if he had rushed to grab the ringing phone. “Sorry. I was talking to the cops about the incident. Is there anything you want me to do?” “Find something about Cataleya’s brother. Patrolman Mark Vincent Cruzada.” “Yes, boss, but why are you interested all of a sudden?” “She told me stories I wasn’t sure were true.” “Okay.” “And I want to make sure he wasn’t the one detained in the garrison.” “Okay, boss. If he was, what should we do? He must have been put there for a reason.” “Don’t touch him.” “Yes, boss

Chapter 6

The man did not leave my side even after I told him that his cousin was already inside. He kept staring at me, and it only made me look away even more. I wasn’t like this with Fabien. I could act normal around him. I could even joke.“Are you his current girlfriend?”I shook my head.“His visitor?”I shook my head again.“Or are you the woman who saved my cousin?”“Maybe,” I replied with a small shrug.“So, you witnessed how he fainted when he saw his own blood,” he said, shaking his head slightly.“He’s fine now. Maybe it’s just a phobia he hasn’t overcome yet.”He smiled. “I like you,” he said, winking at me. “You’re witty. What’s your name? And don’t answer me with ‘ma’am’ or ‘sir.’ I’m only twenty-eight.”“Cataleya.”“I’m Fredrin. Kane Fredrin.”I simply nodded, but he still reached out his hand for a handshake.“Fredrin.”I immediately turned toward the direction of that voice. Fabien was standing a few steps away, his hands in his pockets as he looked at us.He was older than Fr

Chapter 7

The word black market won’t stop echoing in my head. It sounds wrong. Dark. Dangerous. Like a place where people disappear and no one ever asks questions. And Fredrin said it so casually. As if I’m just… something to be traded. My chest tightens at the thought. If what he said is true—if Fabien really plans to sell me after he’s done using me—then I don’t have much time. I swallow hard. Then there’s only one thing I can do. I have to make him fall for me. I almost laugh at myself. Out of all the women he has bought before, how can I possibly stand out? I’m sure there were women prettier than me, more seductive, more experienced. Women who knew exactly how to make a man like him stay. And yet… he’s still like this. Cold. Detached. Untouchable. Fabien doesn’t look like a man who falls in love. He looks like the kind who walks away before anything even begins. I don’t know why, but I still want to try. Maybe I’m desperate. Maybe I’m stupid. Or maybe… I just don’t have any

Chapter 8

I start hitting my arm harder than I should, the sharp smacks echoing lightly against my skin as I pretend to swat mosquitoes. At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m still pretending. It already stings, but I keep going anyway.Maybe if I make it obvious enough, he’ll finally get it.I want to go home.Or at least… I want to leave this place.But Fabien?He doesn’t even look at me.He’s just there—sitting on the hood of his car, one leg slightly bent, a bottle of beer hanging loosely in his hand as he stares up at the sky like he’s waiting for something.I follow his gaze.The moon is full. Bright. Almost too perfect.And there he is, staring at it like some kind of devoted follower in a strange ritual.Honestly, he looks like he’s waiting for something to appear.A creature. A shadow. Someone flying across the moon on a broom.I press my lips together.“Are we not going home yet?” I ask, raising my voice a little, unable to hide my impatience anymore. “At this rate, you and the moon

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