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CHAPTER 10: HER MOTHER

Author: GLORY O.OY
last update publish date: 2026-11-03 17:40:02

My mother didn't knock like my father.

She texted: _I'm outside. Please. Just 5 minutes, baby. I miss you._

I should have said no. Caelum told me to say no. He had already blacklisted my father.

But it was my mother. The one who used to braid my hair. The one who cried when I signed the contract.

I went down without telling him.

She stood in the lobby, thin coat, hands shaking. She looked older than 45.

"Elira," she whispered, hugging me. She smelled like home. Like cheap vanilla
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  • I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT   CHAPTER 10: HER MOTHER

    My mother didn't knock like my father. She texted: _I'm outside. Please. Just 5 minutes, baby. I miss you._ I should have said no. Caelum told me to say no. He had already blacklisted my father. But it was my mother. The one who used to braid my hair. The one who cried when I signed the contract. I went down without telling him. She stood in the lobby, thin coat, hands shaking. She looked older than 45. "Elira," she whispered, hugging me. She smelled like home. Like cheap vanilla and laundry. "Look at you. You are glowing. He takes care of you, right?" "He does," I said. "Good. Good." She held my hands, tears in her eyes. "Baby, I didn't come to ask for money like your father. I swear. I came to beg you... stay." I froze. "What?" "Stay married. Stay with him. Don't leave, even after the one year is over." She squeezed my hands hard. "Elira, we need him. Your father's debts - if you leave Caelum, we lose the house. We lose everything. The collectors said if you st

  • I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT   CHAPTER 9: HER FAMILY BETRAYS

    I woke up in the library. Fairy lights still on, blanket over us, Caelum's arm heavy around my waist, my head on his chest. We had fallen asleep on the rug by the fireplace. For a second, I thought it was a dream. The library, the date, the bridge kiss. Then he whispered, sleepy, "Morning, my writer." It was real. He sat up, hair messy, shirt wrinkled. He never looked wrinkled. For me, he did. "Did you sleep well, Mrs. Vane? In your kingdom?" he asked, kissing my temple. "Better than in your cold black bed," I teased. He pretended to be offended and tickled me until I was laughing and begging. "My cold black bed is offended now. We need to go apologize to it." We were still laughing when Irena knocked. "Sir. Madam. There is a man downstairs. He says he is Madam's father. He is... loud." My blood went cold. Caelum felt it instantly. His hand tightened on my waist. "What's his name?" Caelum asked Irena, voice already turning to ice. "Mr. Evans." My father

  • I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT   CHAPTER 8: The Library

    We came home from our first date at midnight. I thought Caelum would carry me to bed again. He didn't. He held my hand and led me past the bedroom, down a hallway I had never been to. There was a black door. Locked. "What is in there?" I asked. "Something I built for you while you were getting ready. Irena helped." He opened the door. I gasped and my hands flew to my mouth. It was a library. Not a small one. A dream one. Floor to ceiling bookshelves, dark wood, a ladder that slid. A big window overlooking the city, a velvet reading chair, a fireplace, fairy lights. And a desk. On the desk, a brand new laptop, notebooks, pens. Everywhere. And books. Hundreds of books. Romance, classics, writing guides. All new. "Caelum..." My voice broke. "You told me in bed yesterday that you wanted to be a writer before your father's debt crushed your dream," he said, hands in pockets, suddenly nervous. Like a billionaire mafia devil could be nervous. "So I called my people. T

  • I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT   CHAPTER 7: The First Date

    "Black dress. No slit," he had said. So I wore the black dress with no slit. It was elegant, off-shoulder, tight to my knees. Simple. Classy. I felt beautiful. Caelum was waiting downstairs. He wore all black again, but tonight he looked softer. No gun visible. Hair slightly messy, like he had run his hands through it nervous. He stared at me and forgot to speak. "Elira," he finally said. "You... you look like a wife." "A wife?" "My wife." He walked to me, took my hand, kissed my ring finger slowly, eyes on mine. "My beautiful wife. No man will survive tonight if they look at you." He led me to his car himself. No driver. "I want to drive my wife myself. Just us." The restaurant was not his building. It was a small Italian place on the water, lights, violins, private table with roses. "How did you find this?" I asked, smiling. "I asked Irena what girls like. She said normal girls like dates, not penthouses and threats." He looked almost embarrassed. The mafia dev

  • I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT   CHAPTER 6: Mine To Protect

    I woke up tangled. Not in sheets. In him. Caelum's arms were locked around me, my head on his chest, his heartbeat slow under my ear. His white shirt I wore had ridden up, and his hand rested possessively on my bare waist, holding me there like even in sleep he was scared I would disappear. For the first time since the contract, I didn't want to run. I traced the tattoo on his chest with my finger - a small black crown right over his heart. I had never noticed it before. His voice, sleepy and rough, made me jump. "If you keep touching me like that, principessa, we won't leave this bed today." "You're awake," I whispered. "I've been awake for an hour. Watching you." He opened his ice-blue eyes, soft, not cold for once. "You talk in your sleep." My face burned. "What did I say?" "You said my name." He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Three times." I hid my face in his chest. He laughed, chest vibrating, and pulled me closer. "Elira," he said, softer. "Look at me."

  • I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT   CHAPTER 5: The Punishment

    I made my first mistake as Mrs. Vane at breakfast. I smiled at the delivery boy. He was just a boy from the bakery, maybe 19, holding croissants. He said, "Morning, ma'am, you have a beautiful smile." I said, "Thank you." That was it. Two words. But Caelum heard it from the kitchen doorway. I felt the air change. He was in a grey suit, coffee in hand, but his knuckles went white around the cup. His eyes locked on the boy, then on me. "Leave," he told the boy, voice low. The boy ran. Then he looked at me. I was in one of his white shirts, bare legs, hair messy from sleeping in his arms. I thought I looked innocent. He thought I looked like I belonged to someone else. "Elira. Come here." I stood, nervous. "Caelum, he was just -" "I said come here." I walked to him. He set his coffee down slowly. Too slowly. "You remember clause 3 of our contract?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle but his eyes were storm. "What clause?

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