100 Days To Tame The Devil

Maya POV“Ms. Rivers, there’s nothing more we can do without a full payment. He’s hanging by a thread. If you really want to save him, you have to do what’s necessary.” Doctor Harry said.I swallowed hard, the salt from my tears stinging my lips. “Please, Doctor. I’m working three jobs. I’m trying my best. Please don’t give up on my brother.” I sank to my knees.He sighed, looking at me with pity. “Maya, we can’t perform the surgery without the new lungs. And we can't secure the lungs without the deposit. This is beyond me.”My breath hitched. I stood up slowly, my body feeling like lead.I walked out of his office without another word. I didn’t even hear him say he was sorry.I just kept moving until I reached Andre’s ward.I stood at the glass door, staring in.He lay peacefully on the bed, surrounded by machines that hissed and beeped—the only things keeping his heart beating.What do I do?None of my workplaces would grant me a loan. Years of loyalty meant nothing to them.I exhal

Maya POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror as a team of stylists pinned jewels into my hair and tightened the corset of my gown. The silk was heavy, and the diamonds were blinding.My reflection stared back at me, expressionless.The only image in my mind was Andre lying on that hospital bed.I looked beautiful. Perfect, even.Yet happiness felt miles away.My eyes were empty.“We’re done, ma’am,” one of the dressers said, flashing me a warm, pitying smile.I nodded faintly as they walked me out to the grand hall, where the old man and the kind man from earlier were waiting.Hmm.So he works for the Wellingtons.A third man stood with them — probably the grandson I was supposed to marry. But he looked older than I expected.Not that I cared.As long as Andre was saved.The old man’s face brightened the moment he saw me. “You look stunning, my dear.”“Thank you, sir.” I replied, my voice sounding hollow.He handed me a leather file. “Sign here as the official wife of Ethan Wel

Ethan POVThe sound was so loud it forced me to raise my head.I glanced behind me for a second before turning back to my computer, ignoring whatever chaos was happening in the house—and ignoring the endless calls from Mr. Wellington.Instead, I scrolled lazily through an endless feed of hot girls.Jack had sent a bunch of them.He knew my taste.“If you need some fruit, you should beg me for it, not steal it!”Vera’s angry voice echoed through the house.I rolled my eyes.A notification popped up on my phone.Sofia Hart just agreed to show up for the party. — JackMy lips curled into a smirk.Of course she did.No one ever resists me.Just then, another sound rang out—sharp enough to make me stand.I walked up the stairs, and right there in the hallway, I froze.Vera was holding her cheek in shock.And the so-called wife stood in front of her, glaring.“Did you just hit me?” Vera asked, stunned.“I’ll hit you again and again until I knock some sense into your bald skull,” the girl sp

Ethan POVI stood at the door, pressing my ear against it.I could hear her soft whimpers again.I exhaled.Doesn’t she like the food?…Wait.Why do I even care?I scoffed at myself and walked straight to my room, dropping on the bed.A virgin?I sighed, rubbing my face.Why did I stop?I wanted her out of this building. That’s all that matters. So why did that word—virgin—make me stop?“Shit,” I muttered.The doorbell rang.I groaned and dragged myself up, walking to the door. When I opened it, a middle-aged man stood there holding a suitcase.I raised a brow.“Good day, sir. I was sent by Mr. Wellington to deliver this to Maya Rivers.”“And what is that?” I asked.“Clothes, sir.”Clothes?The old man got her clothes?I scoffed.He’s really trying so hard, isn’t he?“This is useless,” I said, grabbing the luggage. “She’ll be gone tomorrow.”I shut the door.I need to move out.My space isn’t mine anymore. This will be the third house I’m changing—and I still can’t leave this goddamn c

Ethan POV“Mr. Wellington, the result remains the same. You’re gonna get yourself killed,” Doctor Chris said, sounding frustrated.I sighed. “Chris, you know that has always been what I’ve wanted to do. I wanna join them,” I said as a tear slipped out.“Ethan—”I cut him off. “Whenever I close my eyes, I see them. They are everywhere. I’ve never had a good sleep since that day. I wanna meet them, Chris,” I said, my breath coming out shaky.He paused. “Then why are you here?” he asked.I sniffed, not responding.“Aren’t you here because you still want to live?” he asked again.I still couldn’t say a word.“Ethan,” he called, adjusting in his seat. “Ethan, you have to help yourself so I can help you. You have to cut down on alcohol and cigarettes. They are killing you from the inside. I’m still very surprised how you’re still standing.”“Chris, you know I can’t do that. It’s the only way to escape the voices and be able to take a little sleep. I have to hurt myself to feel anything else