A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

ALESSANDRO’S POV

I sighed, as I watched him continue to pour wine in his glass.

“I never cheated, Nikolai, not even once. My father wasn’t a good man but he was a good husband, his wife was his whole world‘, it was difficult, so fucking difficult to say those words, to force them past the rawness in my throat and the shame I could barely swallow but I finally

said them.

“And you… you’re my whole world too. I never took our marriage as a joke even though it was a contract marriage”

My voice cracked on the last word, and I fucking hated it. Hated how vulnerable it made me feel. But it was the truth.

He was the only one who could make me fucking batshit crazy and then fucking reduce me to a vulnerable ordinary man.

He clutched the glass to his chest, watching me with a deep frown, “Then why would you assume that I had cheated?!”

“You told me yourself this morning!” I snapped at him.

He groaned and drank the whole glass, cringing at the aftertaste, “I was trying to mess with you! Marco is nothing but someone who works for me. He is Paul Salvatore’s right hand man!”

I raised an eyebrow and moved closer to him. He instinctively stepped back, his grip tightening on the glass like it was the only anchor he had left. “Someone who works for you? Paul Salvatore’s right hand man? So, all the talk about a ruthless boy back in Sicily was true?“, I asked.

He lifted a shoulder, “I’m not ruthless. I can never be ruthless that’s not me…”

I smiled at him, a slow, tired kind of smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. He seemed taken aback by the gesture, like he hadn’t expected softness from me anymore. Still, he managed to force a small smile in return. “I missed you,” I whispered, “I have never said this to someone but I missed you so much that I wished you were fucking dead.”

That made him laugh then later his eye brows shot up. “Wow, that makes sense. Only you’d wish death upon someone you dearly missed but my question is… Why?”

“What do you even mean with that?.. Why did you miss me?“, He demanded, and this time there was no laughter behind it. No sarcasm. Just fury, ache and disbelief. “Don’t you remember what you put me through when I was with you?“, His voice cracked slightly but he pushed through, eyes burning into mine, jaw clenched so tightly I could see the tension pulsing in his neck.

“What’s the point of missing me after I’m gone when you didn’t even care if I was dead or alive when I lived right in your fucking home?!” He went on his tone sharp and cold.

Each word hit me like a punch to the gut.

I didn’t flinch.

I didn’t move. I deserved it.

“I made a mistake, alright?!” I spoke the words, I rarely tell anyone.

He pursed his lips, looking at me emotionlessly, “I made a mistake too. I made a mistake of falling in love with you. I don’t want you here, Alessandro. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I’m not coming back to you,” he pointed between us. “All this… all this is bullshit. The second you get me back into that house of yours, you will turn back into your old self. You are standing here and telling me all this because you think this is what I want to hear but you are a year too late for that.”

I gave my head a subtle shake, “Nikolai…”

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Chapter 187

And for the first time since I have been here in his apartment, his voice broke, “I waited for you, day and night, I yearned for you. I cried myself to sleep, hoping that I’d wake up and find you sleeping right next to me but I can’t do it anymore. All those feelings faded away that night in your house. I can’t put myself through that again, 19know better than to just…” he took a deep breath. “Just go, Alessandro… We are no good for one another.”

“You are not getting a divorce, 1 declared after listening to him.

He glared at me, “I will or-

I stepped closer to him, cutting him off, “Or what? You will ruin me?” I scoffed and shook my head. “You already have!”

I pushed past him and yanked the door open with more force than necessary, the wood slamming against the wall with a loud crack. And there he was, his so–called boyfriend standing like some obedient fucking guard dog right outside Nikolai’s suite, hands casually tucked into his pockets, as if he belonged here.

Something in me snapped immediately.

The rage that had been simmering in my chest from the moment I saw Nikolai again, the pain he’d carved into me with every sentence, every look, every rejection, it surged up with nowhere else to go. And that fucker? He looked like the perfect target.

Without even giving myself time to think–hell, maybe I didn’t want to think, I cocked my fist back and let it fly. My knuckles collided with his jaw with a sickening crunch. The impact echoed through the hallway, and he stumbled back hard, his body slamming against the wall like a ragdoll. His head snapped to the side, and for a moment, I thought I might’ve knocked him out cold.

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