THE CONTRACT WITH MY DEMON

The Devil Plan

Anny POV

I stared at my friend, who sat cross-legged behind her desk, looking completely relaxed.

Too relaxed.

She had a small smile on her face as if she hadn’t just handed me what could possibly be the worst assignment of my entire life.

“You knew what was in the file.”

“Huh?” She tilted her head slightly, pretending not to understand what I was talking about. “Am I supposed to answer that question? Because I know you’ll kill me if I say yes.”

“You are mad!” I shouted.

Instead of being offended, she smiled at me.

That smile.

The same irritating smile she always wore whenever she knew she had done something wrong and somehow believed she could get away with it.

I folded my arms across my chest.

“I’m not doing it.”

There was no way I was going to accept that assignment. I didn’t care what was written in the contract or what kind of punishment came with refusing it. There were some jobs that were simply not worth the money.

And this was one of them.

I turned toward her desk and tried to get the contract from her drawer, hoping there was something I had missed. Maybe there was another clause. Maybe I could find a loophole.

But before I could pull it out completely, her voice stopped me.

“You back out, you pay seventy-five percent of one billion.”

My hand froze.

I slowly turned to her.

“What do you mean?”

She leaned back in her chair, completely unfazed by my reaction.

“Didn’t you read the contract?”

I stared at her in disbelief.

“You set me up!”

“Me?” She pointed at herself dramatically. “I can never do that. We’re best friends.”

I nearly laughed.

“What do you mean we’re best friends? Don’t you understand the gravity of what you just did?”

She blinked innocently.

“Huh? Did I do anything wrong?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

Talking to her was already making my blood pressure rise.

“I’m not doing it.”

She looked at me as though she already knew exactly how everything would end.

There was no fear in her eyes. No hesitation. Not even the slightest concern for my life.

Instead, she looked completely confident.

“Why did you throw me into hell?”

“Me? I didn’t.”

I gave her a deadly stare.

“Did you know how many people have died trying to get information from him?”

“Huh?” She paused as if she were actually thinking about it. Then she smiled. “Three.”

My eyes widened.

“Three?”

“I think three from our agency,” she continued casually. “I heard five from the nanny home because he caught them doing something improper.”

She smiled again.

I stared at her.

I honestly couldn’t understand how someone could discuss death so casually.

This woman was a devil.

And somehow, she was my best friend.

I rubbed my forehead.

“Why did you do this? What are you planning?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

She shrugged.

“I hate having a failed project.”

“A failed project?” I repeated, surprised by her answer.

She nodded.

“Yes.”

I stared at her, waiting for an explanation.

“Do you know how much work I put into keeping my file clean?” she asked.

I remained silent.

“But he is the only one I have never gotten a wife. So I’m asking you to do justice to that for me.”

I stared at her as if she had just lost her mind.

“Am I a fool?”

She tilted her head.

“Huh? That is the question you need to answer.”

I almost screamed.

“Beatrice, please. I’m begging you.”

I walked closer and held onto her, hoping she would finally understand how serious this was.

For the first time, however, I saw something different in her eyes.

That unyielding demon was still there.

She wasn’t going to change her mind.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You won’t die. I promise.”

“How sure are you?” I shouted.

I pulled away from her and stared directly into her eyes.

“What makes you so sure I won’t die?”

“Huh?” She didn't even flinch. “Because I will save you.”

She said it with such determination that I couldn’t help but wonder where that confidence came from.

“You have a plan?”

“Huh? Simple. If things go south, I’ll release your true identity.”

My eyes widened.

“You’re crazy!”

She simply stared at me.

“You have really gone insane! Do you know how many people would go to hell just to find me? What are you thinking?”

“Yes, you’re right.”

She said it so calmly that I wanted to pull my hair out.

“But do you know the man who spent twenty-three billion dollars just to get you?”

I froze.

My anger disappeared for a moment.

I knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Raymond Yellow,” I whispered.

“He is the arch-enemy of him.”

My heart sank.

“So you…”

“Yes.”

She leaned forward slightly.

“I’m going to use him to save you, and after that, you’ll be fine.”

She gave me a smile.

It was the kind of smile that seemed to have come straight from the pit of hell.

I stared at her.

“Do you know what that man wants from me?”

She shook her head.

I smiled bitterly.

“That man spent twenty-three billion dollars just to get me, and you’ll give me to him without knowing what he wants from me?”

I pointed toward myself.

“And you think I won’t die?”

She smiled.

“You won’t.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“I think he loves you.”

“Loves me?”

I couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.

Of all the things she could have said, that was probably the craziest.

The idea that Raymond Yellow loved me was almost laughable.

I had spent sixteen years working on men as a project. I knew men better than most people thought I did.

A man would only love you if he could get something from you.

Aside from that, you were nothing but a toy.

Something beautiful to be displayed.

Something useful until you were no longer needed.

So why would a man like Raymond Yellow be any different?

“I don’t want to get involved in Mafia games.”

“I know,” she replied.

Her voice became slightly more serious.

“But you have to—for my sake and the company.”

I looked at her.

“And I promise to pull you out if anything goes south. So don’t be scared.”

I stared at the files in my hands.

For a moment, I said nothing.

I slowly closed my eyes, as though I were accepting my death.

Maybe that was exactly what I was doing.

I took the files and walked sluggishly out of her office.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

I had no idea what awaited me.

I only knew that I had been pushed into something I never wanted.

Just before I reached the door, her voice stopped me.

“Before you leave, make sure you branch at the face maker to get a new face.”

I stopped.

“You can’t go with that.”

I slowly turned around, but she was already looking back at her desk as if the matter had been settled.

All I could hear was her screaming at the top of her lungs.

I really wished I could open her head and find out what she was thinking.

What kind of plan was running through that crazy mind of hers?

But it was too late.

I had already signed the contract.

I didn’t have the money she was requesting, and I wanted to resign.

But maybe resigning wasn't an option anymore.

It was better to get this done with.

Whatever happened next, I would just have to face it.

After all, I had already been thrown into hell.

Now, I had no choice but to walk into it.