All Chapters of I Fell For The Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

At a point, I didn’t quite process the woman’s words due to the fact that I didn’t expect them. But when I did chew on them mentally, they hit me hard like a truck.“Excuse me?” I said, my face twisting in shock and anger. I took a step closer to her, my nervousness fading. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that again.” My voice was firm and bolder than ever before. I could feel the adrenaline rush already.The woman scoffed, laughing even. She walked away from me and sat on one of the couches. “Come on, darling, let’s face it. I know why you’re really here.”“I’m here to learn about my dad’s funeral arrangements so I can be there; so my mom can be there if she can too.” I folded my arms on my chest. This was my first impression of the woman, and let me tell you, I already hated her.She was an awful person. But maybe she wasn’t and was just someone who was grieving and going through a lot of emotions. Thinking about that, I started to calm down a bit, having some compassion

Did I tell you how much I loved dogs? I always wanted one since I was a kid, but I never got to have one, you know?Even when things were good between my parents and life was not like this, they still didn’t let me have one.I had tried so many ways to get them to change their minds. I even used to send them pictures of dogs from shelters and ones that were really sick and needed care.The answer would still be no.I never stopped trying, I think until one day. I had come from school and mom was in the kitchen, a wine glass in her hand, sipping some of the dark red liquid. She had a weary look on her face, yet I still didn’t read the room. I still had gone up to her and told her that one of my classmates at school had a dog that had given birth, and that the girl was willing to give me one of the puppies for free.I could still remember the day as if it was yesterday, maybe because it was the very first time my mom had raised her voice at me so abruptly.I mean, yeah, she was human,

“And I’m glad that he’s f*cking gone!!” My mom shouted at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide with anger and so many other emotions. “He left us! So what if he decided to be a better father after a year? So f*cking what?! He shouldn’t have left in the first place!!” Tears rolled down her face freely and she made no attempt to wipe them away as she stared at me, breathing heavily.I was crying too. But for some part, I kind of understood. She was hurt, and I couldn’t imagine having a kid with Chase and then watching him leave me for another woman; discarding his child and then coming back a year later.I think that was what I didn’t know—my dad did come back, but it was a year later. He did want to be in my life again, but it was a year later. He did want to be a better father, but it was a damn year later.A year. Twelve months. He didn’t care about me for twelve months, leaving me with my mom who was hurting so much; leaving me with a woman who needed to be cared for but had no one

My hands were shaking as I stared at the screen of my phone. To be very sure that I was looking at who I was looking at, I had paused the video and zoomed it to the face of the person.And yes, it was him. It was Chase.I released a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest and confusion filling my mind. “What the f*ck?” I said to myself as I continued to stare at my boyfriend.I don’t get it…I’m—I’m confused. Why and how in the world? Chase was wealthy, what would he want with a thousand dollars and some change? He lived in a huge mansion and had cars that cost a fortune. So yeah, no, I don’t think he needed the money he had taken that night. But then why? Pain throbbed in my head as I tried to understand what was happening. Did he have a twin? That was like, the only reasonable explanation that I could come up with right now.I still remember that night, it was when I had met him for the first time at the club. Then we ended up going at his house and things got intimate. He had

Funerals. I always thought them to be weird. But maybe that was because I never really went to any in my life. Still, think about it for a moment…a person dies and then there’s a day where you go and bury this person in the ground for maggots to eat. You view this person for the last time in a wooden box, or sometimes you don’t if the body is too messed up. But yeah, you get the point, funerals were weird.Because of how small my family was, I had never been to a funeral. Never until today. Death was so weird as well. One day a person is alive and doing normal things, and the next…they’re just gone. Forever. Just gone. And you have zero ideas where they went.This was going to be the first funeral I would be going to, and the thought of it made me sick to my stomach. I was going to see my dad in a coffin, lifeless. And I already knew that seeing him like that would wreck me to pieces.So yeah, a part of me didn’t want to go. I wanted to remember my dad like how he was in my memorie