A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

A week had passed since the hospital. A week of suffocating silence and being trapped in Alessandro’s world. A week since I told Alessandro that I want to go back for my studies and he told me to earn it.

He told me to start waking up at 7am and go for training to be his butler but guess what I have never done it. I refused.

Every morning, I stayed in bed long past seven, waiting for the inevitable knock but I heard nothing

The first three days, I had expected anger, punishment, maybe even some cruel form of retaliation for refusing to follow his ridiculous demand. But instead, there was nothing. Just silence.

I hadn’t seen him since that last conversation in the dining room, No taunts, no orders, no lingering presence reminding me that I was trapped in his world. It was almost as if he had forgotten about me entirely.

The first few days, I waited, half–expecting him to storm in, demanding I fall in line but he didn’t and I was happy. I also didn’t want to see him.

As usual, I woke up when the sun had fully risen but regardless my body was tense, my mind fogged with exhaustion. The bed was too soft, the air too still but it didn’t feel like home.

Dragging myself to the bathroom, I relieved myself, washed my hands, and grabbed my toothbrush. My fingers trembled slightly as I brushed my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Brown curls hung limply around my pale, bony face. My cold blue eyes looked back at me, empty and hollow.

I hated looking at myself.

Yes the maid every day prepares a plate full of food, but I don’t eat it. My lack of food had a bad impact on my physical appearance and my mental health. I was starting to lose weight and for me, who was already skinny, it wasn’t good at all. I was constantly tired and exhausted, no matter what I was doing. Additionally, the most obvious part, I was constantly in a bad mood and stressed out by everything that happened around me.

I knew I should be eating at least a little bit, but what was the point if my body didn’t keep it

anyway

It was better to die like my twin sister than to be in this forced marriage.

I spat out the foam and rinsed my mouth, but the ache in my chest didn’t go away. My vision blurred with tears, and before I could stop myself, I sank to the floor, pressing my back against the wall. Hugging my knees, I let the silent sobs wrack through me.

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Chapter 17

How could my father do this to me? How could he just hand me over to a man they didn’t know, someone who treated me like a possession instead of a person?. I really missed my mom.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to push the emotions down. I had to pull myself together. Alessandro didn’t tolerate weakness, and I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break

again.

Wiping my face, I forced myself to stand and left the bathroom. My black shirt clung uncomfortably to my skin, emphasizing how thin I’d gotten. I tugged at the fabric as I walked down the hallway, willing myself to focus on anything other than the swirling mess in my head.

The hallways were eerily quiet, as they always were. No sign of Alessandro. No sign of anyone, really.

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