A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

I didn’t remember walking back upstairs.

Everything after Alessandro said no was a blur, his voice, the cold dismissal, the way Logan didn’t even lift his head to look at me. My chest bur helplessness, with fury. And g

I had asked him.

I had begged.

And he still refused

I me, my movements ales and numb. For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the floor like it held at the answers

I shut the bedroom door behind me, my didn’t have.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress until my knuckles went white. I wasted to scream. I wanted to hit something. Instead did nothing. Because that’s what I was allowed to do.

Nothing.

Alessandro had made that painfully clear.

I laid back against the mattress, staring up at the omate ceiling, trying to will my heartbeat to slow down. But all I could hear was Logan’s voice. The pain in it. The confusion. The betrayal.

And mine was the face he had looked at, hoping for help.

I closed my eye

Time passed, I didn’t know how long. Minutes, Maybe an hour. Maybe more.

A sharp knock broke the silence, and I sat up instantly

I crossed the room and opened the door.

A maid stood in the hallway. Her eyes were downcast, but her voice was soft when she spoke. “Don Alessandro is waiting for you downstairs.”

My brus pulled together. “Why?”

to dress nicely, then meet him within less than five minutes”

She hesitated, then added, “He asked me to tell you to d

“Did he say where we’re

She shook her head. “No, sir. Only that you come now.”

I exhaled slowly and gave a tight nod. “Alright.”

She dipped her head and stepped away, leaving me is the doorway.

I turned back into the room and walked toward the wardrobe. My fingers moved mechanically as I pulled out something decent, dark slacks, a black shirt, something Alessandro might approve of. The irony wasn’t lost on me. After everything he’d done, I was still getting dressed for

Still obeying

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me. Expressionless. Tired. Hollow eyed.

I didn’t look like Nikalai anymore. I looked like someone Alessandro owned

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But I left the room anyway

I descended the staltrase slowly, my fingers trailing the polished railing, heard still heavy from what I’d witnessed esther. Lõpur 1 Mon

leave my mind. The way Alessandra had spoken to him, like he wain’t even homin.

And yet now, as I reached the Int step, it was as if that moment had never happened.

Alessandro stood near the fennt entrance, dressed in a tailored suit so pristine it looked like it had been seen directly onto Him. Hit ponture leas one hand adjusting his cufflinks, the other backed into his pocket. When he looked up at me, there was no trace of anger or cruelty in his expresión. Be remnants of the storm I had seen in the basement.

He looked… Unbothered.

“You took your time,” he said, his voice cool and collected

1 stared at him for a beat, unsure if I should say anything. He didn’t mention Logan, Didn’t apologize. Didn’t even flinch

I followed him outside without a word, where a sleek black SUV was waiting for us. His men were already in formation Marce included, eyeing me briefly before turning away. As if they all knew. As if they all approved.

Inside the car, Alessandro sat beside me, legs crossed, fingers tapping against his phone screen. He didn’t look at me. Dedn’t ask how I was doing. The

silence between us wasn’t too much

Like him.

His hand rested on my knee halfway through the drive, a casual claim of ownership. The same hand that had curled around the back of Logan’s chair with such cold finality.

I stared at it.

He squeezed lightly, then turned his attention back to his phone, as though the gesture meant nothing. As though this were just a normal night out.

When we arrived, a full security team greeted us. Men in black fanned out like shadows, sweeping the street, blocking the entrance, their presence intimidating and absolute

Alessandro stepped out first and offered me his hand, the perfect gentleman in appearance.

But that’s all it was appearance.

“Try to enjoy yourself” he said lowly as I took his hand, his eyes flicking over me. “You look beautiful.”

Inside, the restaurant was empty, eerily so. The flickering candles, the soft music playing overhead–it all felt like a carefully staged illusion. A comantic evening, framed by a man who had just tortured someone hours earlier.

“For us,” he said when I asked if the whole place

way reserved.

Not for me. Not for you.

För un

I nodded, unsure

of what ebe

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