A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 203

ALESSANDRO’S POV

“You needed my help with shopping?!” Vladimir’s mouth dropped to the floor as he gawked at me.

I gave him a hard look, “Why are you acting like shopping is the most illegal thing I have ever done?!”

He looked a little uneasy, “It feels illegal…”

“I’m trying to pursue my husband, Vladimir, and you happen to be the only person who really knows shopping, who knows what people like or dislike.”

A sudden realization that I don’t even know Nikolai that well crossed my mind. He was always the one to ask me questions about myself but I

never made an effort to know him in return.

I looked around at the line of outlets with sparkly fucking tuxes, suits, shoes, and shit.

“You don’t even know his likes and dislikes?” his disapproving tone pissed me off.

I shot him a hard glare that shut him up, “If you want to live to see another fucking day, you will shut the fuck up and help me find the perfect fucking outfit for him for the annual fucking charity ball.”

“Okay… geez! Calm down.”

He walked ahead of me, entering one of the stores. I went to walk beside him so we could talk.

“He said something about not being able to wear the perfect suit for our wedding. I’m trying to make up for it.”

Vladimir gave me a shit–eating grin, “Aw, Alessandro, that’s actually really sweet.”

“Shut the fuck up before I knock your teeth in.”

Vladimir shut his mouth instantly and started to survey the suits and the accessories, I followed behind him with my head dropped to the ground, so no one would actually fucking recognize me.

Look what you have fucking done to me,

Nikolai!

We walked around a couple more stores until I spotted a red velvet tuxedo that was enclosed in the corner. I walked to it and my mind involuntarily imagined him in this fucking suit. I imagined his long legs, peeking out of the tapered cut, and the plunging neckline of the blazer reminded me of the perfect chest that was all in my face yesterday night.

He’d look perfect in this…

“This one…” I voiced and Vladimir came beside me in a flash.

He smiled, looking the tuxedo up and down with wide, appreciative eyes, “You didn’t need my help at all, did

“Shut up!”

Alessandro?

We bought the tux and had it packed perfectly to deliver it to his place. We went to a shoe store next. Vladimir said these days men like to wear Louboutin loafers, so, that’s what I bought. Only the most perfect and exclusive Louboutins for my husband.

I fucking thanked the Gods above as we went back to our cars and this torturing shopping trip was fucking over.

I had the tux and shoes delivered to his penthouse suite immediately.

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Chapter 203

He still hadn’t given me an answer about whether he will go with me or not but I was hoping that he would.

As soon as everything was done, I dressed up in a three–piece suit and stood under Nikolai’s building, waiting for him to show up;

Salvatore’s men were standing outside the building, glaring at me.

My security was right behind me, if they tried anything funny, I won’t hesitate to appear at my own charity event covered in their filthy blood.

I turned and gestured for my new driver Lorenzo to come closer when I heard the clicking of shoes behind me. I stilled, and Lorenzo’s mouth stretched into a faint smile. When I turned, Nikolai looked like a fucking angel standing there dressed in the tuxedo I had bought for him.

His hair was styled up, just a few of the curled strands brushing against his temple. He made those fucking cufflinks look a thousand times more beautiful than they actually were.

A sense of pride washed over me, this beautiful man was my husband, he was Mr. De Luca. He was the man I’d feel lucky to have on my arm tonight.

I sound like a pansy but I didn’t fucking care.

“You came…”

He looked around, shyly smiling to himself. I hadn’t seen him smile like that since he came back, “I almost didn’t but then I was getting bored, so, I thought I’d go out with you.”

“He looks so handsome…” Lorenzo added, nodding in his direction.

“Thank you,” Nikolai gave him a coy smile.

Controlling my jealousy, I went to my car and opened the backdoor for him. He settled inside as I helped him with his jacket. I went around the hood of the car and sat beside him.

Be the perfect gentleman in public, Alessandro, you can ravage him later in your bed.

Lorenzo was driving us to the charity event and we both silently sat in the backseat. My hand went to his lap and I grabbed his hand, rubbing my thumb across his knuckles.

We drove through the huge gates of the venue and stepped outside. The camera flashes came from all around us, he took a step back, falling

into my arms.

He swallowed and looked up at me.

Offering him a smile, I put my arm around him and led him inside through the flashing lights of the cameras.

Lots of reporters yelled out my name but he had all of my attention for the night.

I turned my head and kissed the side of his head as we entered the huge hall. I watched him as he looked all around with wide eyes.

He glanced at me and then snorted, looking around at the people. Many people approached us, making small him, asked who he was.

d those who didn’t know

He answered every single question asked with genuine interest. He was sweet to other people, something he isn’t to me anymore.

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