THE DEVIL I WAS SOLD TO

The Devil's Door

The Devil I Was Sold To — Chapter 2: The Devil’s Door

Maya woke up to silence.

Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful—but the kind that felt wrong.

Her head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the leather seat beneath her. The second was the faint movement of a car.

She sat up sharply.

A black SUV.

Two men sat in the front. Another sat beside her in the back, watching her without expression.

Maya’s breath hitched. “Where am I?”

No one answered.

Her heart started pounding. She turned toward the window—and froze.

Tall iron gates stretched endlessly upward, carved with intricate designs that looked more like warnings than decoration. Beyond them stood a mansion.

Not a house.

A fortress.

Dark stone walls. Wide glass windows reflecting the cloudy sky. Everything about it felt cold… powerful… untouchable.

Maya’s throat tightened. “No… no, take me back.”

The SUV stopped.

The door opened before she could move.

“Out,” one of the men said simply.

Maya shook her head. “I said take me back!”

No reaction.

Two seconds later, one of them reached in, grabbed her wrist firmly, and pulled her out.

“Stop—!” she struggled, but her voice was swallowed by the wind as she was led toward the gates.

The iron doors opened slowly.

And that was when Maya felt it.

Like stepping into another world.

The air itself felt heavier inside. Guards stood at intervals along the path, all dressed in black. None of them looked at her with curiosity—only duty.

Maya’s steps slowed. “Where am I being taken…?”

No answer.

They walked her through a long marble path leading to the mansion doors. Each step echoed like a countdown she couldn’t stop.

Then the doors opened.

Warm air hit her face, but it didn’t feel comforting. It felt controlled.

The interior was vast—chandeliers hanging like frozen stars, dark furniture polished to perfection, and a silence so deep it felt intentional.

Maya was pushed slightly forward.

“Wait here,” one of the men said.

Before she could respond, they left.

The doors closed behind her.

Click.

Maya turned quickly. “Hey! Open this!”

No answer.

Her breathing grew uneven. “Hello?!” she shouted louder.

Still nothing.

She walked toward the door, hands trembling, trying to force it open—but it didn’t move.

Locked.

Panic rose in her chest.

“This can’t be happening…” she whispered.

Then—

Footsteps.

Slow. Controlled.

Coming from behind her.

Maya froze.

The sound was steady, unhurried… like the person knew he didn’t need to rush.

She turned slowly.

And stopped breathing.

A man stood at the far end of the hall.

Tall. Impossibly composed. Dressed in a black suit that looked like it was made for power, not fashion. His presence didn’t need noise. The room felt smaller just because he entered it.

His face was calm.

Too calm.

But his eyes—

Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

He looked at her like she wasn’t a person.

Like she was something delivered.

Maya’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “Who… are you?”

Silence.

He walked forward.

Each step made her instincts scream louder.

Stop.

Don’t come closer.

But he didn’t stop.

He stopped only when he was just a few steps away from her.

Then he finally spoke.

“You’re late.”

Maya blinked. “Late…? I didn’t come here by choice!”

A faint expression crossed his face—almost amusement, but without warmth.

“So they didn’t tell you properly,” he said.

Maya swallowed hard. “Tell me what?”

His gaze dropped briefly to the document in his hand. Then back to her.

“You are my wife now.”

The words hit her like a physical blow.

Maya shook her head quickly. “No. No, that’s impossible. I didn’t agree to anything!”

He tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction like a scientist observing a test subject.

“Agreement is irrelevant,” he said calmly. “It’s already done.”

Maya’s hands trembled. “You can’t just own a human being like that!”

For the first time, something shifted in his expression.

Not anger.

Interest.

He stepped closer.

Maya instinctively stepped back.

That made him pause.

A small silence stretched between them.

Then he spoke again, voice lower.

“You will learn something very quickly, Maya.”

She hated how her name sounded in his voice.

“This is not your world,” he continued. “It is mine.”

Maya forced herself to stand still, even though every instinct told her to run. “I don’t care whose world this is. I’m not staying.”

A faint exhale left him—almost like disappointment.

“You don’t understand the situation you’re in.”

“I understand perfectly,” she shot back. “I was kidnapped and brought here.”

At that, his eyes darkened slightly.

“Kidnapped,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the word.

Then he took one step closer.

This time, she didn’t move back.

Her courage flickered—but she held her ground.

He looked down at her quietly.

And for the first time, his voice wasn’t just cold.

It was final.

“You will obey here, Maya.”

A beat of silence.

Then he added:

“Or you will break.”