I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll.

Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true."

As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

He was the youngest Capo of a mafia family. In just three years, he had led the Sterling family to stand at the pinnacle of all the crime families across the West Coast.

The road to the top was paved with the blood of their enemies. Samuel had survived through countless gunfights and assassinations. For him, killing another person was easier than spreading butter on a piece of toast.

As such, taking another person's eyes was nothing even worth mentioning.

The very person Samuel plucked out the eyes of was me, Louise, his wife, who had stood by him through all sorts of danger time and time again.

Samuel walked over and patted me on the face. My skin trembled, and it pulled at my wounds, making the pain even worse.

I longed for him to comfort me, but all I heard was a cold sneer. "Louise, you're the wife of a Capo. How can you be so weak? It's not like I'm taking your life. I'm just taking your eyes!

"I can't believe you lied to me with pregnancy as an excuse. You know how much I hate lies. Tell me you're sorry, and I'll forgive you."

I bit down on my lips and raised my hand to slap him, but I missed. He did not even have to dodge. I had simply swung in the wrong direction because I could not see anything.

The next second, I felt a sharp pain coming from my scalp as Samuel grabbed and lifted me up by my hair. Blood flowed down from my hollow eye sockets. He dipped a finger into my blood and then smeared it on my dry lips, spreading a metallic taste to my senses.

"You should be grateful that you're my wife, Louise. The last person who tried to hit me is already in hell," he said.

Samuel let go of his hand, and my body fell. My hands flailed wildly in the air, trying to grasp onto anything, only to catch nothing.

I knocked over a cabinet nearby and crashed to the floor. My hand pressed onto one of the scalpels that had fallen to the ground, causing the blade to slice deep into my palm to the point that bones became visible.

I let out a bloodcurdling scream. My face turned deathly pale as I curled up on the floor, trembling in pain.

"You're quite the actress, Louise," Samuel chuckled and issued an order to one of his men behind him. "Do not give her any painkillers without my permission."

The doctor that Annie had brought in to administer the painkillers pulled away from her grasp and promptly left the room. No one dared to defy the orders of their Capo.

Cold sweat soaked my clothes, but I could no longer care about it. The pain was so much that it felt like I was going to die, but all I could do was moan helplessly.

Annie Bart had been taking care of me as my maid. She was also scared of Samuel, but when she saw me writhing on the floor from the pain, she still bravely rushed forward and clung to his legs to beg for mercy.

"Capo, Mrs. Sterling is only 24 years old! She's already lost both of her eyes, so please, I beg you to stop torturing her anymore!

"Mrs. Sterling is in so much pain! Please let her have the painkillers!"

Samuel just kicked Annie to the side and replied indifferently. "She's not going to die from this."

With that, he turned around and left.