A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“I’m not bedding you before our wedding.” I snapped at Leah. My voice was sharp and final. Instead of fuming and getting out of my room like any woman with an ounce of dignity, she grinned. That irritating, overconfident smirk.

“When have you turned so old–fashioned?” she asked, tilting her head with mock curiosity.

“Since my father wants me to give you the respect you deserve as my wife,” I told her, glaring at her, letting her know that her presence wasn’t fucking needed here. My stare was steel, the kind that made grown men piss themselves. She wasn’t special.

She didn’t understand.

Her shoulders sagged. She tucked her hair behind her ears from both sides and sighed like a kicked puppy. “Do you not like me, Alessandro?”

I let out a breath. Not this again. I had already told her on the phone. A hundred times.

‘I’m marrying you, aren’t I?“, I hissed.

“Not by choice! You’re marrying me because it is expected of us.” She crossed her arms over her chest like a petulant child.

“Leah, I’m in no mood to have this conversation with you right now. I just want to get some fucking rest.”

She glared at me and then stomped out of the room like the fucking brat she was. Her heels echoed down the hallway,

sharp and grating. I sat down on my bed and held my head in my hands, fingers pressing against my temples.

The silence didn’t last. Before I could do anything my phone vibrated. I grabbed it instantly, muscles tensing as my eyes

landed on the screen.

Nikolai.

I picked up the call faster than I should have. My heart a thing I long thought hollow, twitched.

“Nikolai?”

I didn’t hear his voice in return but a muffled sobbing. It was him, why the fuck was he crying?

A cold pressure built in my chest instantly.

“Now I’m gonna take this hand off your mouth and you will not make a fucking sound, yeah?”

An unknown voice came from his side. I knew then that he was in fucking trouble. Rage lanced through my body like a live

wire.

My instincts kicked in like muscle memory. I yanked open my drawer and pulled out my second phone, dialing John’s number on of my men. The fucker better pick up.

It rang. Once. Twice. No answer.

I heard more muffled sobbing, fuck, something fucking twisted in my gut. He called me, he was in fucking trouble and he called me, and here I was across the fucking country.

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Chapter 112

“If you make a sound or do anything stupid, I’m gonna hurt you, baby doll and I’m gonna have so much fun, destroying this ass, cutting you up in pieces”

“Like hell, you fucking are, you motherfucking asshole“, I heard the sound of him crying miserably. I tried to recognize the voice. It was one of my enemy’s men for sure but I didn’t know which bastard he was. I was going to make his death fucking painful.

“Now, baby doll, you’re gonna be a good little gay and when I get off you, you’re gonna get up and follow me out of the house silently. If you make a sound or any sudden movement, I’m gonna shove this knife in your neck, got it?”

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