Married To Devil

"Good morning, sir." a junior employee bowed slightly as Anderson stepped into the elevator. He responded with only a curt nod. The elevator doors closed, swallowing him into silence. Seconds later, they opened again on the top floor...his office. Caily was already waiting in his office, clutching a folder. She straightened at the sight of him, her posture professional, but her eyes flickered with something else. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted softly, her voice calm and professional as she lowered her head respectfully. “Mmm,” he hummed in reply, eyes scanning her from head to toe. She wore a blue button-down shirt, black pencil skirt riding just above the knees, heels clicking elegantly beneath her. Ponytail sleek. Red lipstick flawless. Legs...long and tempting. "The board meeting is in thirty minutes," Caily began, flipping open the file. "After that, you have an appointment with Spark Microfinance Bank at noon." Stunning, he thought. Anderson stepped closer too close for a regular boss. He didn’t speak. Instead, his hands slipped around her waist, and pulled her to him. His fingers grazed her hair before his lips captured hers in a hungry, possessive kiss. Caily gasped softly. The file dropped to the floor, forgotten. Caily melted into him, arms winding around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her fingers threading through his dark hair. Then... The door swung open. Standing there, icy and motionless, was Madelyn. Anderson pulled away slowly, unbothered. Caily, however, froze, her heart plummeting as her cheeks flushed with shame. “Jeez,” she murmured under her breath, avoiding Madelyn’s piercing gaze. Madelyn stood there, eyes blazing with disgust. "Mom," Anderson said flatly, fixing his tie. "Is there a reason you're barging into my office unannounced?" "Do I need permission to visit my son?" she shot back, striding in like she owned the building. “You could’ve knocked. You don’t just barge in like that.” Madelyn loathed Caily with passion. The woman who’d once been just a secretary had wormed her way into Anderson’s heart and business decisions. No matter how many times Madelyn tried to fire her, Anderson always intervened. She turned her glare on Caily. “What are you still doing here?” she snapped. Caily blinked, then quickly gathered the file, placed it on the desk, and fled the room in silence. “What was that, Mom?” Anderson asked as he sat behind his desk, visibly irritated. “I should be asking you. This is an office, not a motel.” "So?" "So? What if someone else saw? What if the press got wind of this? Do you realize how damaging it would be for our family name?" "I’d fire whoever dares speak about it," Anderson replied coldly. “Please, Mom. Stop trying to control my life." He stood, straightening his suit jacket. "I'm not controlling your life, I am protecting you." "Let’s cut the drama. I have a meeting." With that, he walked out, leaving his mother fuming. *** Later that evening, at home, Madelyn paced her room boiling with rage. That woman—that b***h was becoming more than just a secretary. She was creeping too close to something sacred: her son’s future. No. Madelyn would not allow her only son to fall into the trap of a woman like Caily. A wicked smile crept across her lips as she thought of something. Darlene. “Yes,” she whispered to herself. “Once he marries Darlene, that harlot will be history.” Smiling triumphantly, she grabbed her purse and headed straight to Caily’s apartment. *** The knock at the door came sharp and abrupt The door creaked open. Caily blinked in surprise at the unexpected visitor. "Mrs. Madelyn?" Her voice wavered. “Good evening, ma’am. Would you like to come in?” Madelyn looked around in disgust. "You expect me to step foot in this dump? Save the hospitality—I didn’t come for tea." Caily stood still, wary. "I'm here to warn you," Madelyn hissed. "Stay the hell away from my son. I don’t know what spell you’ve put on him, but it ends now. If you don’t disappear from his life," she sneered, "—you’ll face consequences you’re not ready for." She paused dramatically. "Better still, submit your resignation tomorrow. Save yourself the disgrace." Then, with a final contemptuous glare, Madelyn turned and stormed out. Caily watched her go, silent. Then let out a soft, dangerous laugh. “You haven’t seen anything yet, old woman." she whispered. “You’ve just started a war you can’t win.” The Next Day Madelyn stood on the balcony, eyes fixed on the gate as she waited. The second she saw Anderson’s car pull in, she rushed down. “My baby!” she called, arms outstretched. Anderson gave her a tired smile, pecking her cheek. “Hey, Mum.” But then the passenger door opened. Caily stepped out. Madelyn’s smile died instantly. Her face twisted in disdain. “Good evening, ma,” Caily greeted, bowing politely. Madelyn hissed in reply. “Mum? What’s that about?” Anderson asked sharply. “What’s she doing here?” “She’s staying with us,” Anderson replied casually. “Why? Doesn’t she have her own place? She's your secretary, not your wife.” “Her landlord evicted her. She couldn’t pay rent.” "Huh. And you believe that? A billionaire secretary can't afford to pay her rent?” Madelyn’s tone was soaked in sarcasm. “She sends most of her salary home. She’s her family’s breadwinner." Madelyn raised a brow. “You know her life story now?” “I know enough.” Inside the mansion, Caily asked gently, “Should I take your briefcase to the study, sir?” “No. My room.” Madelyn’s head snapped. “Your room?! Don’t you dare.” “Mum.” “No! Let the maids take it.” “She’s my secretary. She takes my things where I say. Caily, go ahead.” "Yes, sir." Caily bowed again, smirking at Madelyn before walking away. “You’ve got some nerve bringing that woman into my home.” “Then maybe you should leave,” Anderson muttered under his breath. "What did you say?" Madelyn demanded. "Nothing." He replied. “We need to talk.” Madelyn’s eyes narrowed. “Go ahead.” Anderson sank into the sofa. “You remember Andrew’s Food Company?” “I do.” “I signed a merger with them.” “I’m aware.” “They offered their daughter as part of the agreement.” Anderson blinked. “Do we need more maids?” "Not a maid, my dear son, a wife," Madelyn said, smiling. "A what?" He choked. "For who?" "Who else? Do I need a wife? She is yours —Beautiful. Cultured. Obedient.” “I’m not marrying anyone.” “You will. I already signed.” “I don’t want her, Mother.” Madelyn leaned forward, eyes cold. “You’ll marry her, or you’ll go to prison for what you did.” Anderson's chest tightened. The memory of that night— blood-stained hands flashed before him. “You said you wouldn’t bring that up.” He whimpered. “Oh, I’ll say it again. I bribed the police. I made it disappear. Do you think I’ll let you throw away your future on some secretary?” "Is it because of Caily?" He asked, glaring at her. "I never mentioned Caily's name, is it a crime to see my grandchildren? You are rich and famous, successful. You have all except a wife." "I don't need a wife, not one chosen by you!" "That's outrageous! I'm your mother!" "Mum, either you cancel the deal or you marry her for yourself." "Cancel a deal made with our lawyers and signature?" "Then you wife her for your driver." "You are getting married to Darlene, and that's it, "Madelyn yelled, banging her hand on the table. “I love Caily,” he whispered. “I want to marry her.” “Over my dead body,” Madelyn snapped. “Darlene is your bride. You’ll meet her tomorrow.” "I'm busy," "Tomorrow is Sunday!" "Mum, please, I'm not a kid, you don't have to force your will on me." "Shut up." Madelyn's voice was thunderous now. "I'm your backbone; I made you who you are today. I cover your shits; don't you dare say you are an adult." She paused, grabbed him by his tie and glared at him. “You’ll do as I say, or I’ll dig up your past and let the world bury you with it.” Anderson face dropped to his knees, his voice barely a breath. “Please don’t do this.” “Then marry Darlene,” she said, smug. “Make me proud.” "Fine,” he murmured. “If that’s what it takes.” Madelyn smiled with sick satisfaction. “That’s my boy.” As Anderson walked away defeated, she whispered to herself, “Let’s see how that b***h Caily dares to fight me now.” But what neither of them knew was that Caily was already plotting her next move.