A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 192

A FORCED CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE DEVIL

Chapter 192

“It could take a month…”

Irritation surged up inside of me. Marco just couldn’t give me the respect of obeying my direct orders, he just couldn’t. I know Paul Salvatore was still the one who gave all the orders but after him, it was me! If he had listened to me, we wouldn’t have been in this mess, Honestly, Dante, I don’t have a fucking idea what we will do but Marco is fucking dead!”

Dante nodded, “Why don’t you calm down, get a good night’s sleep, and then we’ll figure something out in the morning…”

I nodded dismissively and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was covered with blood, my white shirt looked straight out of some kind of horror movie. I blew out a breath and walked out of the room.

“Stay here with him, restrain him. Even though he is injured, he is still capable of hurting you.”

He nodded, “Okay…”

I went into the elevator and rested my back against a wall as it slowly rode up. My hands were riddled with blood, and so were my clothes. I massaged my temples as a headache crept up.

With a slight ding, the elevator door opened and I walked to my suite.- Marco’s door had bloody handprints all over it and it made my blood boil. I gritted my teeth, I have no idea what was his problem. He just couldn’t stomach that I was going to be the head of a family after Leah Salvatore. If in case I manage to ruin Alessandro’s life.

I opened my door and stepped into the room, locking it from the inside and spinning around. My heart stopped and fear coursed through my veins as I spotted Alessandro leaning against the wall in front of me, all dressed up in a smart suit.

Our eyes met and I inhaled sharply.

A hint of a smile pulled over his lips, “Please, tell me, it’s not Antonio’s blood.”

I parted my lips, looking around to see where he had broken into this time, “It’s not Antonio’s blood.”

“Good… now where is he?”

I gave my head a shake, lifting a shoulder. “I have no idea. I don’t have him…”

“Oh, don’t give me those tricks, you little minx. The only thing keeping this building from being blasted into a thousand pieces is the fact that you live in it.”

I faced him, keeping my face as impassive as I could, “I don’t have him. He left hours ago.”

He smiled, pushing himself off the wall and taking slow steps toward me, “My men have been surveying this building day and night, they saw your boyfriend and your other man, taking Antonio inside but he never came back out, so, baby boy, don’t make this difficult for yourself. I really don’t want to make you cry. Where is Antonio?”

I stuck my nose in the air, giving him an arrogant look.

“I don’t see the signed divorce papers in your hands. No divorce, no Antonio, that is if I had him,” I stepped around him and strode to my bedroom with hurried steps. I could feel him following me but I didn’t look back.

I grabbed some comfortable clothes and walked to the bathroom, to take a shower. Lreeked of Antonio’s blood.

The bathroom door slammed open, I looked over my shoulder to see Alessandro leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his

chest.

“Get out, I need to take a shower.”

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