Chapter 29 —You've officially sold your soul to the Devil.

Narrator:

Roman didn't move, not even a muscle. He just stared at her, coldly, intensely, as if trying to decide whether he had heard her correctly or whether he should laugh in her face.

“How much?”

His voice was low, soft.

Aylin took a deep breath, clenching her hands in her lap.

“Two hundred thousand dollars.”

The silence that followed was like a bottomless abyss.

Roman tilted his head, his jaw tensing almost imperceptibly.

Aylin saw the flash in his eyes. That dark, sharp gleam that meant something was about to explode. But he didn't explode, not yet.

He just leaned slightly toward her, with the calculated slowness of a predator. Roman narrowed his eyes.

“Even if you were legal, you couldn't get that amount from a bank, Aylin.”

She swallowed hard. She knew that. She knew that asking him this was like putting her neck on the guillotine and handing him the rope. And yet she did it. Because she had no choice, because it was th