A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 92

I knew it the end I heard his steps behind me. “Alexandın İn the immediately.

started but he immediately cut me off in mid sentence. “Shuf op‘, He pixied an

Before I cold even blink, Alessandin was on me, grabbing my arm and spinning me in face him. His eyes were a violent store, wild and dangerom, locking me in place like chains.

I’m tired of your month tonight, he said, his voice low but lethal. “hat because I come back and didn’t punish mu for what you did, doesnt right to walk away from me as I am still speaking to you“,

His grip tightened painfully on my arms, dragging a gosp from my il

“You think one moment of mercy makes you untouchable?” he neered, leaning doen until his nor almost brushed mine. You think you can disrespect me and get away with it?”

I shook my head quickly, panic spiking through my chest. But it didn’t matter, he wasn’t looking for an answer. He was already sentencing me…

Without warning. Alessandro slammed me back against the wall, the impact knocking the breath out of me. My head hit the surface hard enough to make

ty vision Mun for a second.

“You’re mine,” he growled, the words vibrating against my skin. “Mine to command. Mine to correct.”

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He released my arm only to grip my jaw instead, forcing me to look up at him, to see the pure fury written across every hard line of his face.

“You don’t speak unless 1 tell you to. You don’t walk away unless I dismiss you. And you sure as hell don’t ignore me.”

His thumb pressed into my cheek, not enough to break skin, but enough to hurt

I opened my mouth to apologize, to beg, but Alexandros hand tightened further, silencing me before a sound could escape.

“I told you to shut up,” he said coldly. “And if you can’t follow that simple order, Nikolai…“

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering the many ways he could break me

then maybe I should teach you the hard way.”

“Why would you punian me and yet I only wanted to know more about your birthday, simple as that“, I whispered, the words barely making it past the pressure of his hand on my jaw but still I spoke them. I wanted him to hear me out.

His eyes narrowed, the rage there deepening to something even more dangerous, cold calculation.

“Know about it as who?“. He asked and my heart broke.

“As my fiance?” he mucked, his lips twisting into a crayl smile. “As my possession? As my substitute for your dead sister?

Each word struck like a lash, each accusation peeling in open wider.

forget your place, Nikolai,” he lied. “You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get to want things.”

I’m your boss, and you’re my employee. Our relationship isn’t one built from trust, but purely physical. I don’t have to tell you anything I don’t want you to know. You’re not my fucking wife, you just a mgh I married as a replacement of your dead sister”

The room fell silent as his words pierced me like a knife to the heart, feeling as if they slapped me across the face.

So this was how he really felt. He didn’t love me of like me at all.

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Chapter 92

I was a replacement. A ghost wenting my sister’s

The sting behind my eyes built too fast for me to stop it, but I clenched my teeth, forcing the tear hick. I wouldn’t cry in that of him. that satisfaction.

He had kissed me he had fucking kissed me like he meant it.

Like maybe, bust mashe I wasn’t a mistake he regretted But now I saw the truth.

That kiss hadn’t been affection.

I had been ownership.

He just confirmed that this was nothing, that I was nothing but a ipolck fuck to him. I just replaced my dead sitter

Fuck, I felt like such a fucking idiot… just when I had started to feel like this was becoming something more…just when I was starting to think maybe there could be more beberen us.

I was so fucking stupid.

I pushed off the wall, brushing past him roughly, needing distance, needing air, anything that wasn’t him.

But he wasn’t going to let me go that easily.

His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip, yanking me back against his chest

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?‘ he growled into my ear, his breath hot against my

“Let me go.” I hissed, struggling uselessly against him “You made it clear. I’m nothing to you, right? So just fucking let me go.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything.

I felt the way his fingers tightened against my wrist, the way his chest rose and fell unevenly against my back.

“You don’t get to walk away,” he finally said, voice low, dangerous. “Not until 1 say so.”

I wrenched my arm harder, fighting him with everything I had left but the fight wasn’t physical anymore. It was emotional. It was a desperate attempt to hold onto whatever shred of dignity I still had.

“You don’t get to decide everything for me! I shouted, spinning around to face him, shoving at his chest with both hands. “You don’t get to treat me like

nothing and then hold onto me like I matter!”

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