In Bed With The Devil

Chapter Two #Ibwt The room was dark with only a faint candle propped up the window sill. Empty dust buckets sat at the corner of the room close to a heavy bout of chains. There was a table, a huge oak table that extended from one cranny of the room to the other with one chair reserved for the boss himself. Alex Maldov called it his ‘playroom.’ He toyed with the crowbar on the table, admiring the craftsmanship of his blacksmith who imprinted the initials ‘A.M’ on it when the reverie of Olivia flashed through his mind again. Her beautiful blue eyes made a mark in his mind, he felt a tingling sensation just thinking of his plans towards the bellè. Charles Camden was ushered in by Marco who growled in his ear to scare him a little bit, Alex sent his guard a haughty glare telling him to leave the room. The door shut loudly, sending Charles into a state of panic as the room was all too familiar to a person who was in bad terms with Alex Maldov. His eyes darted towards

Chapter Four “I don’t want to marry you Mr Maldov.” “Why??” Olivia was sure this man was dropped on the head as a child, “You seriously can’t be asking me that question.” Alex moved closer and she took a step back, “Relax,” he murmured in a low tone as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his eyes gazing upon her as he whispered, “Perfect.” She cleared her throat nervously, brushing her hair slightly further away, “Mr Mal— “You really don’t have much of a choice here Olivia.” In a more firm tone that almost made her tremble, “Your father owes me a lot. I saved your family from ruin, I saved him from going to prison.” “Prison??” She gasped. Alex chuckled again, “Charles Camden isn’t the man you think he is. He owes me his life and twenty million”, placing a hand on her shoulder which made her freeze, he bent close whispering into her ear, “..but I’m willing to let it all slide, by having you instead as m

Chapter Six She flinched hard, closing her eyes tightly as if waiting for some sort of punishment for her insolence. She was met with silence as she opened her eyes to see her husband staring at her blankly, expressionless as he touched his lips which has a speck of blood on it. “Did you think I was going to hit you??” He finally asked. She didn’t respond, his demeanor suddenly changed as he grabbed her by the arm pulling her to a corner of the building, she winced and tried yelling when his grasp tightened around her but only a soft squeal left her lips. Alex shoved her against the wall and she almost cried out in pain, regretting his actions immediately he took a deep breath, “I told you to not do that?” “Do what??” Ignoring her question, he took her hands in his, brushing her palm slightly with his thumb and looked up at her. Olivia was confused and terrified at the same time, moments ago he looked like he was about to fold her in half an

Chapter Eight Cillian left his boss’s new wife in her state of delirium. She was tired he could tell, her eyes were puffy from the incessant tears that streamed from them and her lips were swollen, her voice had a strain from all the probable screaming and he couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman. He gently carried a tray back into the bedroom, where Olivia had the negligee finally on after his short visit to the kitchen ,to get her a pot of chamomile tea that’ll soothe her wrecked nerves. Her cheeks rose with color seeing the butler back in the room, subconsciously she wrapped the already frail and sheer robe around her body, embarrassed to the highest level being put in such a position. She knew what he was thinking, that she was just some whore of a trophy wife bought by the master of the house. Contrary to her lewd belief, Cillian pitied his new madam. She was clearly not comfortable with the piece of risqué clothing given to her, plus her things had not be

Chapter Ten Alex rolled his sleeves lightly as his eyes carefully studied the stack of new shipments that had just arrived to the workhouse. The men next to him stood at ease, eyes frozen, and not one word spoken as their boss looked through the cases carefully. Slowly he unwrapped each case with meticulous ease, placing it on a weighing plate to find the exact numbers he wanted. The silence in the room was deafening, as each case was placed on the scale almost mirroring their lives hanging in balance. Alex finally paused, his eyes squinted, there was a tear in one of the cases. He picked it up and just as he predicted, it was barely in comparison to the number to the other weighed cases. He sent each of his men a staggering glare, signaling the tear in the case and waiting for the perpetrator to come forth. No one came forward, not even Marco his most trusted aide,and he frowned deeply. He left his newly wedded wife at home for this, early into hi