The Devil’s Convenient Wife

ZARA’S POVI looked outside the window, taking in the bright city lights that shone ahead of us. I sat in the passenger seat, as my heart pounded like a free rock-and-roll concert was being held there.While Cael on the other hand was driving calmly, his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, and the other resting on the gear shift. Every time he shifted, his fingers moved close to my thigh and my skin tingled.My head was still buzzing from the drinks. Buzzing from the anger. Buzzing from the way he had looked at me back at the bar.“Let’s get out of here,” I said.He didn’t say anything or ask any questions. He just stood up, took my hand, and led me out. Now we were driving, and I couldn’t stop the words jumping right out of my mouth.“I’m serious, Cael,” I said, turning to face him. My voice was loud, way louder than I expected. “I want to get married. Right now. Tonight.”He glanced at me. “You sure about that?”“Yes.” I laughed wildly. “Marcus can go fuck himself. Nadia too. V

ZARA’S POVMy head felt like someone was driving nails into my skull from the inside.The worst hangover of my life had arrived with its full force, punishing me for every single terrible decision I made last night.I woke up slowly, squinting my eyes against the bright sunlight pouring in through tall glass windows. This wasn’t my bedroom.This was a massive penthouse suite that screamed luxury and power. The bed was enormous and the bed sheets were tangled around my completely naked body.My thighs felt sticky, my muscles hurt in places I didn’t even know could be hurt, and the unmistakable scent of sex and a man’s cologne was stuck to every inch of my skin.I started getting flashes from last night, each one kept hitting me like an unprecedented punch.The elevator. Cael pressing me against the wall. His mouth on my neck. The way I begged him to fuck me harder. The sounds I made. The way he watched me the entire time with those calm, intense brown eyes.I sat up quickly and immedia

ZARA’S POV I was in a great mess and that was a fact I was trying to settle into. I watched Cael exit my room and sat down the next moment. The cushion felt hard on my butt and I blamed myself for overlooking it when I picked it. Inside of me, I knew the cushion didn’t matter at all. What mattered was Marcus, Nadia, Victor, my inheritance, and Cael. Yes, Cael had signed up to be one of my worries now. I would have to make a choice about him, sooner than later. ****** I tried to sleep but my mind kept drifting into places I didn’t want it. Eventually, I sat up and used sleeping pills, more pills than prescribed. Sleep came but it was cut short by the ringing of the doorbell. I opened my eyes, one at a time and exhaustion lashed at me. I walked to the door and opened it slightly to see who was disturbing my rest. Lo and behold, it was Marcus. He smiled upon seeing me and presented flowers to me with his right hand. I watched him skeptically, wondering if he had gotten crazy.

CAEL’S POV“But you are a little too late. As we speak, Victor is right outside my door. He has been ringing the doorbell for a few minutes, it’s about time I answer.”“No,” Zara cut in. “It is obvious he is there to threaten you. He will try to sabotage our marriage by whatever means necessary. Do not let him in. I will come over and settle things.”I scoffed, “I will deal with things by myself. Do not come here.”Before she could say something else, I cut the call. I dropped my phone on the table and went to open the door. Victor was right there, looking at me tenaciously.“I’ll enter for a moment,” he muttered and pushed me aside as he came in. He sat on my sofa and gestured for me to sit as well. I smiled softly and sat opposite him. Both of us stared at each other for a minute before he broke the silence. His voice was deliberately low, “I am sure you know why I am here.”“Right,” I nodded. “It must be about Zara.”“You can’t marry her,” he told me plainly.“Why can’t I?” I asked

VICTOR’S POV“We are here, sir,” my driver said. I lifted my head up and came out of the car, stretching my legs the moment I was out. I took a deep breath right before I entered the mansion. As I passed, maids stopped to give me a short bow. I didn’t react to any of them just like I always have.The butler, Andy, was a man I had chosen by myself. He started out as a chef in the family fourteen years ago and I took a liking for him. We always had a close knit relationship and the moment Zara’s mother died, I threw out her previous butler and put Andy in charge. He had remained loyal to me since then. I already had plans in place to put him in charge of the house Zara and Cael would live in.Andy began to approach and I smiled.“I have been looking to speak with you. It’s a good thing that you found me first,” I said excitedly.“Sir, you have a guest,” Andy told me gently.“Who is it?” I questioned.“Gerald Holt,” he answered. “I would have made him stay in the guest’s living room but