The Devil's Bride

If I only knew who he was the first time I met him, I would have run... to him.If I only knew who he was, I would have held his hand.He is the devil. No other evil could match him.He is the devil and he is on my side.And I know now, I am the safest when he is behind me.It was different, yes. It was unusual.But the man, who I should have feared, became my only companion.It all happened that Friday night. I still remember how my dearest aunt, Wendy, scolded me for not following her plan.Well, she wanted me to be "resourceful" and use my "beauty" in order for us to earn money much faster. If she told me to try modelling or acting, I would have been flattered. However, she wanted me to start working on her night club as one of her goddesses, an entertainer. Which I learned to be the term she usually calls her sex workers. I could still feel that uncomfortable feeling I had in my tummy. I wanted to vomit and cry at the same time.But how could I? She called it a suggestion for my o

When Lyra woke up, she could already tell that her aunt was home. The sun was out, and the ray of light coming from the window had hit her eye. She could hear how loud Wendy was outside.Before heading out, she had to compose herself. After taking a deep breath, she worriedly opened her door.The older woman glared at her as soon as she walked out. The floor beneath her feet felt like ice. She could feel her heart exploding at any moment."What exactly happened last night?" Wendy finally broke the silence. "I told you to give our VIP his drinks and you just left without even finishing the job. Did you know that he was assaulted at our bar? Oh gosh! Imagine if you were there. You could've easily saved him! That would mean tips would be more than enough for over a month. "Lyra was right; her aunt was mad. But not for the same reason that she expected."I have no idea what happened. I think I blacked out. " She lied. Of course, she knew what happened. But, she was not so sure how accura

Lyra’s coffee had gone cold. Third cup of the day, and she still felt far from being awake. The thought of having so much money on her washing machine almost made her want to throw up. Hallucinations would never give her that. Was she too drunk or too out of her mind to realize that she had robbed someone for it? There’s no way that she's even capable of that. Hallucinations? Were they simply hallucinations? She heard a loud thud from the living room. Wendy slammed her door as she entered the room. She knew that this was her chance to get out and grab some food in the kitchen. It’s past seven in the evening already, and she forgot to get lunch. Or maybe she actually planned to not go out while her aunt was out. When she thinks about what that woman did to her, she wants to rip out her hair and scream at the top of her lungs. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she could feel the hunger that she had suppressed for so long. But instead of grabbing some of what Wendy cooked, she c

Lyra's POVI'm afraid I don't know what Derrick knows that I don't already know. I don't know what else I could hear, and I'm scared. Derrick is right. I don't need anything else to see that she has no good intentions for me. However, I felt like I needed this. I need to stop myself, and this is going to help me.I never felt this scared. This really felt like the end of something. As I got closer to her door, the heaviness in my heart increased.It was muffled, but I can still hear her yelling."Tomorrow, just come here and take her home. We can convince her to sign if I tell her that I am terminally ill. It's easy. I can just cry, and she will not hesitate."How could she laugh maniacally after saying that? She knows how much I hate my father. She knew that he was forcing me to marry someone that I did not even know. Aunt Wendy was there when I cried all night because I was fired from my data entry job. She was the only one who opened her arms and welcomed me. I know that Wendy was n

"I heard a ton of great things about cheeseburgers and pizza! And I also heard about this thing called cheese. If I recall correctly, some call it "liquid gold," and people stuff it in their bills like it's no big deal!" "Their mouths, Zin, their mouths." Zin gasped upon hearing Derrick's correction. He shyly scratched the back of his head as he apologetically faced Lyra. "Sorry," he said, bowing his head with a scrunched nose. "Sometimes my bird tendencies just come out, you know. I will make sure that you won't hear that from me again!" "Don't worry, Zin; I don't mind," Lyra said with a smile. You can talk however you want to; I won't judge." Derrick's eyes shifted from watching Lyra with adoration to glaring at his right-hand man. He raised his brow at Zin, seeing how red his cheeks got with at least three feathers behind each of his ears. "You're that excited, Zin?" His tone was different. Derrick even flashed him the creepiest smirk that Zin had ever seen. "Ah!" Zin covered