BOUND BY BLOOD, OWNED BY THE DEVIL

Chapter 3: Bound by Vows

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Eveline couldn’t help but replay the moment in her mind, the signature on the contract, the ink binding her to Lucien Devereux. The weight of it pressed down on her chest as she stood in the luxurious bridal suite, now officially his.

She stared at the ring on her finger, its cold, shining surface reflecting back at her like a silent reminder of the choice she had made—no, the choice that had been made for her. The wedding was over, and now, the reality of her situation had truly set in.

Lucien had been calm, almost disturbingly so, throughout the ceremony. He had given her no choice but to obey, his dark eyes never once wavering from her face as the vows were exchanged. He had claimed her as his wife in front of witnesses and in a way that made her feel as though she was little more than an object—something he could possess, something to add to his empire.

I’m nothing but a pawn in his game, she thought bitterly, her hands trembling as she walked toward the large window. The city sprawled out beneath her, and she could see the lights flicker like distant stars.

But she wasn’t going to let it defeat her. She would find a way out. Eveline had always been a survivor, and even in the face of overwhelming darkness, she would fight.

The door behind her creaked open, and Lucien stepped into the room, his presence as overpowering as always. She didn’t turn to face him. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the city below.

“You’re a beautiful sight, Eveline,” he said, his voice smooth, yet there was an edge to it. “But you’ve been silent ever since the ceremony. Don’t tell me you’re regretting this already?”

Eveline finally turned to face him, her eyes flashing with anger. “Regret? I didn’t have a choice in the matter, Lucien. You forced me into this—into a life I didn’t ask for.”

Lucien’s lips twitched upward, but it wasn’t a smile. It was something more sinister. “I didn’t force you to sign the contract. You chose this, Eveline. I gave you the option, and you took it. Now, it’s time to fulfill your end of the bargain.”

She stepped back, instinctively wanting to create distance between them. “I haven’t agreed to anything beyond the contract. You don’t own me.”

His eyes darkened, his gaze sharp and calculating. “You may not understand it now, but you will. You’re mine, Eveline. I own you, body and soul. And it’s only a matter of time before you see that for yourself.”

She crossed her arms, standing her ground. “I’ll never be yours. Not in the way you want.”

Lucien stepped closer, his presence nearly suffocating. “You will be. In time. Because that’s the way things work in my world. You can’t escape me.”

Eveline swallowed hard, the lump in her throat almost choking her. “I’ll find a way out. I won’t be your prisoner forever.”

He laughed, a low, dark chuckle that sent chills down her spine. “You misunderstand. You already are my prisoner. And the more you fight it, the more it will hurt.”

She felt her heart race as he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching up to touch her cheek, his fingers cool against her skin. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, but she refused to react, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her lip. “But even the strongest of us break eventually.”

Eveline jerked her head away from his touch, but Lucien was unfazed. He studied her like an experiment, his eyes dark and calculating.

“I don’t need you to love me, Eveline,” he said softly, almost as though the words were meant to soothe her. “I just need you to submit. And eventually, you will. I’m not giving you a choice.”

Her chest tightened with fury and fear. “You don’t control me,” she spat.

Lucien’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as if he were barely holding back a storm. “I don’t need to control you,” he said, his voice lowering, cold and dangerous. “I just need you to learn your place.”

Before she could respond, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving her standing in the room, her heart racing, her mind spinning.

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Later that Night

Eveline lay in the massive bed, the room lit only by the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. The silence felt suffocating, and the bed, despite its luxury, felt like a prison. She stared up at the ceiling, wondering how she had gotten here, how her life had turned so upside down in such a short amount of time.

She had married him. She had become his wife, and there was no going back.

The door creaked open again, and Lucien stepped inside. This time, he didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he stood by the door, watching her for a long moment.

“Are you going to just stand there?” Eveline finally asked, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Lucien stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her face. “I thought you might like some company,” he said, his voice smooth but tinged with an edge of something darker. “But if you prefer to be alone...”

Eveline could hear the unspoken threat in his words. He wasn’t offering company—he was making a demand.

“I don’t need your company,” she said, trying to sound firm, but it came out weaker than she wanted.

Lucien’s eyes gleamed in the dim light as he reached for the chair by the bedside and sat down. “I’m sure you’ll learn to enjoy it. You don’t have a choice.”

The words hung in the air, as if they were chains, wrapping around her, pulling her deeper into his world.

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Eveline’s breath was shallow, her body stiff with tension as Lucien seated himself at the edge of the bed. His presence in the room was almost suffocating, the air heavy with an intensity that made her feel trapped in a gilded cage. She refused to let him see her weakness, though every part of her wanted to break down, to scream, to escape. But there was nowhere to run.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a crack in her resolve.

Lucien leaned forward slightly, his eyes piercing, assessing her like a predator evaluating its prey. “Because it’s necessary,” he said with quiet authority. “In my world, Eveline, necessity outweighs sentiment. Everything has a price. Even you.”

She clenched her fists at her sides, the soft fabric of her wedding gown bunched tightly in her grip. Everything has a price. The words echoed in her mind, a chilling reminder of the price she had already paid. Her father’s betrayal, the life she’d been forced to leave behind, the shattered pieces of her own existence now bound to this man—Lucien.

“No,” she said through clenched teeth. “I am not a commodity. I am a person. And you don’t get to decide my fate.”

Lucien’s lips curled into a faint smile, but it was not a warm smile. It was the smile of someone who had seen and done things that made the world around him tremble. “That’s where you’re wrong, Eveline. You were never just a person to me. You were always part of a much larger game. The sooner you understand that, the easier it will be for you.”

She wanted to lash out, to hit him, to make him feel the fury and helplessness that swirled inside her chest. But she knew better. Lucien wasn’t someone who could be fought with mere words or emotion. He was a force of nature—calculated, strategic, and always three steps ahead.

Instead, Eveline turned her gaze toward the window, hoping that somehow, staring at the endless city below could offer her some semblance of peace. But nothing could quiet the storm in her heart. The lights of the city flickered like distant stars, each one a reminder of a life she once knew, a life now beyond her reach.

Lucien’s eyes never left her face as he observed her from his seat. There was a certain fascination in his gaze, as though he were studying her reactions, analyzing her every move.

“You’re strong,” he said after a long pause, his voice suddenly soft, almost thoughtful. “But strength can be a weakness in my world. Strength without control is nothing but a liability.”

Eveline didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she shifted in the bed, pulling the covers tighter around herself, trying to put as much distance between them as she could. “I will never be yours,” she said, the words firm, though her heart was racing.

Lucien stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. He took a few steps toward her, his footsteps deliberate and measured. “You’ve already made that claim,” he said, “and yet, here you are—married to me, in my house, bound to me in every possible way.”

His voice had an almost hypnotic quality, a low, rumbling timbre that seemed to vibrate in her chest.

Eveline’s breath hitched as he reached out to her again, his hand coming to rest just inches from her face, his fingers curling into a fist. He held it there for a moment, as though deciding whether to touch her. His eyes locked with hers, dark and unreadable.

“I won’t touch you unless you want me to,” Lucien said, his voice a mixture of coldness and something deeper, something that almost sounded like—dare she admit it?—amusement.

She recoiled instinctively, pushing herself back against the headboard. Her mind screamed at her to do something, anything, to make him leave her alone. But every fiber of her being knew that Lucien didn’t operate on the same rules as anyone else. If he wanted something, he took it. If he wanted to break someone, he did so with a ruthless precision that left no room for escape.

“No,” she managed to say, though her voice faltered slightly. “I won’t submit to you.”

Lucien’s face darkened, his expression shifting from amusement to something colder, harder. “You don’t need to submit to me,” he said, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re already mine. Whether you accept it or not, you belong to me now.”

The air between them crackled with tension, and Eveline felt a wave of helplessness crash over her. He was right. She was bound to him now, tied not only by the contract but by the promises he had made in the shadows, promises that had already begun to take root in her life. Every time he spoke, every time he touched her, he was reminding her of the inescapable truth.

She was trapped.

But she wasn’t going to give in without a fight.

“I don’t care what you think you own,” Eveline spat, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. “You can never have me. Not in the way you want.”

Lucien’s lips twitched into something close to a smile. “That’s the spirit,” he murmured. “But trust me, Eveline, the more you resist, the harder it will be for you. The harder it will be for both of us.”

The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of their words, the silence between them becoming a battleground. Eveline lay in the bed, her heart racing, her mind spinning. Lucien had claimed her as his wife, but there was still a part of her that refused to accept it.

As the minutes passed, Eveline felt herself becoming more and more aware of the dangerous game she had just entered. She had signed the contract, yes. She had agreed to marry him, but her mind wasn’t ready to concede to the rules of his world.

Lucien had made it clear—he was in control now. He would have his way. But she would fight. She had to. Because deep down, she knew that the moment she stopped fighting, the moment she accepted his twisted version of reality, she would lose herself forever.

And Eveline wasn’t ready to let that happen.

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