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I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used

I belted angrily while I try my best to escape from his hold, yet he is so strong. "Mia, calm down! Well, do you remember that you signed, I signed? And, it is a deal. Moreover, I have told you that you can't win even before you made the contract. So... Well... Just accept your defeat. Why don't you want to be working for me though? I mean, I am nicer than I could ever be to you. Just you. Please? We could be a great team. Alright?" He explained and tried to calm me down with his bright smile, and I just scoffed as I really can't believe that I fucking made a deal with the devil. A deceiving evil person. But, was it my fault that I have insisted and dealt with him? I think it's not.

She was so blinded by revenge that she was willing to sell herself for it. Pulling out five sheets of paper that had been stapled together, she silently began reading the agreement. Contract heading: Marrying my beloved Darls Collymore — (party A) Contract subheading: Giving all my (Party A) assets to darling Olivia (party B) Contract duration: For every Lifetime. As she read each line, Olivia couldn't help but be speechless.

Victor responded with a big smile. "Here, Miya." In her heart, Miya knew that if the demon could help her get out of this problem, she'd be happy to work with them. After all, they didn't know each other. All Damian needed was a child. Miya figured it wouldn't matter either way. That's what Miya thought after she'd signed her name where Victor had pointed on the contract sheet. "We'll be there soon, Miya. Do you still want to daydream?"

he murmured, his voice like silk over steel. "I want you to please me every night. Be my personal… companion. Be my sex doll." My breath caught. And just like that, I realized—I had made a deal with the devil.

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?

“ I've never been this happy in my life Antonio. My life finally feels complete. When I think of having kids with you, I have no fear or trauma like I thought I would, because I believe you'd never leave my side, you'd never let go of my hands.” “ Never.” “ So I want to make a new deal with the devil.” He laughed. “ I'm the devil?” “ Hm.” She nodded, beaming. “ My devil. I want to make a new deal, to be with you forever, to keep loving you, to keep making memories.” “And to never let go of you.” He added before slamming his lips on hers. Diving his tongue right in when she gasped. “ I love you, Eloise, I love you so much.” He murmured against her lips, their forehead touching. “ Not loving y

The way he told me not to move on—but looked like he was praying I wouldn't give up. I turned to the table by my right and picked up a pen. “Why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?” I murmured, signing the paper. I felt him smile as he said, “Maybe you are.”

"My assistant will send the contract over" Then taking her hand, he led her and she walked into her new life. An unknown life **** The drive was long. Natalie sat stiffly in the back of the matte-black SUV, the weight of the wedding gown pressing down on her like a curse. The heavy lace scratched her skin, and the silence from the man beside her—Lorenzo De Luca her captor, her husband—felt more suffocating than any gag. How had she gone from marrying an old millionaire to Being the wife of The devil's son. She didn't know him but she had heard rumors and one thing about rumours were that they were some elements of truth inside them. If Lorenzo was anything that the rumours said he was, then

Conrad said as he stood at the foot of the stairs folding his arms. “In what way, Conrad? In what way?” I cackled slightly. “Sneaky bitch!” He cursed aloud as I climbed up to my room. I wasn’t even angry at the insult; I mean, if Engel wants his head to be used, then it is not my fault; he is the one love-bombing me into believing the impossible. I will only know tonight if he truly loves me. I closed the door before going to my luggage, which had everything I needed for the day. I unlocked the box and took out the agreement Alessia had told me to offer Engel.