A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

NIKOLAIS PON

It’s been two weeks since I heard anything from Alessanden. Since that morning he forced me to suck his dick under the table, theventi poties a digir fri, call, m even a sign that he still exists in my life. The silence has been deafening, but honestly, I couldn’t be happler.

At first, I was convinced he would return within a few days, maybe a week at must, þest to forment me again. But at the days stretched leti beo full weeks, 1 realized 1 had been given something inte, Freedom. Real, undeniable freedom. Na kured interartisst, dia tenor, anbrirable moments where | bad. like he didn’t have complete control over my life.

I have been eating the food that the mid conks without any stient, amming every hite without the Inoming niety of his presence. No forced dinners. smng glances from across the table. It feels liberating. And secondly, Lapin has kept me busy throughout the weeks. At first, his presener annoyed me, bat

after countless exhausting gym sessions and long conversations, Per gotten used to him.

The gym has become an escape, a place where I push my hody to the limits, leaving me to drained to think about anything, or anyone else. By the time I return to my room at night, my muscles ache, my mind is blank, and sleep comes easily. There’s no room for thoughts of a certain billionaire pain in my

Currently I was in my room, Fally prepared for the next event. I pulled a black t–shirt over my head, smoothing it down before reaching for my ram. Logan had insisted on going to a har tonight, saying we deserved a break after two weeks of grueling training. I hadn’t been thrilled about the idea, but the more had thought about it, the more I had realized this could be my chance,

A crowded bar, a moment of distraction, that was all I needed. If Logan drank enough, maybe I could slip away unnoticed, blend into the streets, and finally disappear. Alessandro had been gone for two weeks. If I left tonight, he might not even notice until it was too late.

The thought sent a strange mixture of excitement and fear through me.

Freedom. It was so close.

I laced up my boots, giving myself one last look in the mirror. I looked… normal. Not like someone trapped in a twisted contract, not like someone waiting for their captor to return. Just a regular guy about to go out for drinks with a friend.

Over the past few days, I had learned something valuable–Alessandro’s estate had another gate. Unlike the main entrance, which was always manned by security and lined with cameras, this one was tucked away behind the estate, heavily protected but less monitored. It was likely meant for emergencies, last–resort escape route that only a few people knew about.

I wasn’t supposed to know about it.

But I had been watching. Learning.

they were distracted. That was when I would leave. That was where I

The guards there rotated every few hours, and there was a small window of time when th would meet Logan

I met Logan in the next fifteen minutes, my heart pounding with every step I took toward the hidden gate. The night air was cool against my skim, a stark contrast to the heat burning in my chest. Was it excitement? Pear? I wasn’t sire.

I had timed it perfectly. Just as I had predicted, the guards were shifting positions, leaving a small gap in their watch, I moved quickly but carefully, sticking to the shadows, my breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me.

Reaching the gate, I scanned the area once more before slipping through. The moment I was on the other side, a strange sense of relist washed over me. I

WAS OUT

Logan was already waiting for me by his car, leaping against it with an easy smirk. His dark jeans and fitted shitt made him look effortlessly put together, as if he hadn’t just spent the entire day pushing me to my limits in the gy

“Took you long enough he teased, pushing off the car and opening the passenger dour for me.

I rolled my eyes, slipping inside. “I was being careful ”

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He shut the door behind me and walked around to the driver’s alde, sliding in smoothly before starting out of prison of something ”

I didn’t reply. Because in a way, I wat

As Legan pulled onto the road, I stole a glance at the estate in the rearview mirror,

walls disappearing into the sight.

For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could finally breathe.

The club was a sensory overload the moment we stepped inside. The bast from the music pounded through my then, the neon lights Hering in a doming amay of colors. The place reeked of alcohol, sweat, and merpriced cologne, I felt a strange sense of deja vu. I hadn’t been back here since that

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