A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

I turned and walked out of the kitchen, grumbling to myself. I went in there to teach him a lesson and walked out doing nothing not even after he fucking challenged me

Pathetic.

I stormed out of the house because if I stayed a second longer near him, I might actually lose my mind. Antonio trailed behind me. I didn’t need to ask I knew he heard every word from the kitchen.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I yanked it out, jaw

clenching

when I saw the name.

My father.

My patience was already hanging by a thread.

I pressed my lips together and answered. “What?”

“I heard you brought that little useless boy back into your house.” His voice oozed through the receiver, smooth and condescending.

Of course he knew. That old bastard had ears everywhere.

“You dont have the…..“, He cut me off.

“I told you Leah is moving into your house so soon, I don’t want her to find that useless gay inside“,

I stopped walking. My grip tightened around the phone until I could feel the plastic creak. A thousand responses burned at the back of my throat, but none strong enough to silence the fury spreading through my chest like wildfire.

I looked up at the sky, jaw locked.

“He’s not going anywhere,” I said then hung up before he could say anything else.

. “Fucking piece of shit!” I shoved the phone back into my pocket, the fury still pulsing in my veins like a live wire.

“Antonio drive me to the warehouse“,

“Yes, boss“, he said quietly, already pulling out the keys.

I entered the car, my mind already shifting gears.

My father mentioning Leah reminded me, I still had her man. The one she thought she loved. The one I dragged from his cozy little life and locked away like the filth he was.

And I hadn’t even started with him yet.

I cracked my neck as the engine started, the fury simmering just beneath my skin. That bastard was going to feel every ounce of the rage I’d been holding back. Not just for what he meant to Leah but for what he reminded me of. Weakness. Betrayal. Everything my father ever shoved down my throat about loyalty and image.

He was going to scream for hours before he died.

“Drive faster,” 1 muttered.

Antonio didn’t respond, just pressed harder on the gas. He knew better than to speak when I was like this.

Chapter 129

By the time we pulled up to the warehouse, the sun had dipped low, casting long shadows across the gravel. The place vas quiet (salin perfect.

I stepped out of the car, my boots crunching against the ground. Antonio unlocked the heavy steel dour, the sound echoing her a promite

Inside, the man was exactly where I left him chained to the chair, head slumped forward, blood dried in streaks along his shirt.

He lifted his head when I entered, eyes glassy

exhaustion, maybe even hope.

Poor bastard thought the worst was over. I rolled up my sleeves slowly, deliberately.

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