THE CONTRACT WITH MY DEMON

THE CONTRACT

Dave POV

I couldn’t contain my laughter as the children watched her walk into her room.

I turned to my grandmother, who looked equally shocked.

I gave her a wicked grin.

“Is that how she plans to take care of the kids?” I asked.

“Huh? She is just…”

“Just? She didn’t even greet them. I hope you made the right choice.”

I walked out.

After all, I had something to do.

I called my trusted ally.

“Hello,” I said immediately when the call connected.

“Yes, boss. How may I help you?”

“Get everything you know about Frank Angelina for me.”

“Okay, boss.”

The call ended.

I really hated her.

I wished I could rip her apart.

Adrian POV

I was in shock.

Others usually tried to get on our good side.

They came with gifts and smiles.

But she had simply ignored us and walked upstairs.

Angela hissed as she walked toward her room.

“Who the heck does she think she is?”

I stopped her.

“What are you going to do?”

“I want to talk some sense into her.”

I stared at her in surprise.

Angela had always been the dangerous one among all of us.

She was the one who always ended up chasing all the maids away.

And Kate was already on her bad side.

Dad refused to replace her because so many people had started avoiding being maids in our house.

“Can you let her go? She must be tired from the journey.”

“It was just thirty minutes. Can’t you see the way she was talking to Dad? She’s just too rude.”

“Dad didn’t say anything. Can’t you let her go?”

“Why are you stopping me? Did you already like her?”

I stared at her in surprise.

“Like her?”

I didn’t.

But for the first time, I didn’t want trouble.

For her to face Dad without quivering meant she had something in her.

And that was scary.

“Let’s just leave her. We’ll get back at her tomorrow.”

She stared at me, then at the door, before heading to her room.

The others followed.

Except Andrew.

He clenched his toy as he walked into the living room.

I knew there was no point talking to him.

He would only give me the silent treatment.

I walked toward my room, but she never left my mind.

Anny POV

After a quick shower, I walked into the ballet practice room.

It was so spacious.

It was almost twice the size of my room in my fake house.

I walked into the wardrobe and stared at the ballet dress.

I smiled as I picked one and put it on with the shoes.

I played the music I had been practicing for the days I had been called Angelina.

It was easy.

Well, I thought it was easy.

I needed to rethink that word.

I kept dancing.

After all, my partner was going to do most of the work.

I continued dancing without noticing the pair of hawk eyes watching me.

I took the first turn and got it perfectly.

But the second one was a mess.

I stood up to attempt the second turn again, but I sprained my ankle.

A sharp pain shot through me.

I sat on the ground, trying to hold the pain in while ignoring the beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

“That is not so good.”

I looked up.

There he was.

The bloodshot eyes of the total stranger I was supposed to call my husband.

I remained seated on the floor, but my brain was running a marathon.

What should I do?

Should I run?

Or should I remain on the ground?

He smiled.

“Wow. Seems you can’t talk. Or do you love sitting on the ground? Is it because my Grammy isn’t here?”

I stood up, ignoring the pain.

“Next time you want to come and see me, can you knock? That is how a man ought to behave.”

He stared at me.

“I mean, that is courtesy, if you don’t know.”

I grabbed the stick and tried to make the second turn again, ignoring the pain.

“You really don’t know when to give up,” he said.

“That has never been in my dictionary, and it never will be.”

“Huh. That’s cool to hear.”

He paused.

“My grandma said she never married you to me as a wife.”

“I’m not married to you. We’re not registered.”

I looked at him.

“And please remember, I’m staying here for just six months. After that, I’ll disappear.”

He smiled.

“Did you think you will disappear?”

I stared at him, not understanding what he meant.

He walked toward me and stopped a little distance away.

“If you disappear, I can make you appear with just a click of my finger.”

I stared at his finger and smiled.

“That’s good to hear.”

I backed away and walked toward the hot basin I had already prepared.

I placed my leg inside, holding back the pain as I tried to breathe.

After a few minutes, I brought it out, wiped it with a towel, and placed it in icy water.

I reset the bone.

That was something you learned as an agent.

I smiled as the pain eased.

I thought he would be gone.

To my surprise, he was still standing there, staring at me.

“Hello,” I called out. “Care to give a girl some privacy?”

He scoffed.

“I heard you’re here for the kids. How do you plan on talking with them?”

“Huh?”

I stared at him.

“Simple. I’m not talking with them.”

“Then I’ll pull out the investment.”

I turned toward him.

“Well, I don’t care. After all, that’s nothing but a lie set up.”

But I needed to make a convincing act out of it.

“My grandma let you into this house as the mother of my kids, not my wife. But you plan on doing nothing. So why should I let her invest in your dad’s company?”

I scoffed.

“Will you really allow me to be a mother to your kids?”

He stared at me.

Confusion was obvious on his face.

He didn’t know how to hide his emotions.

But how did he become a Mafia boss?

I couldn’t help but wonder.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, will you support me no matter how I behave or what I do with your kids?”

“If you don’t hurt them.”

“Huh? I won’t. I don’t want to end my life behind bars.”

I stretched my body.

“I need a contract.”

He looked at me.

“It’s simple. State what I can do to your kids and what I must never do to them. That’s all. Then we sign it.”

I continued what I was doing as he walked out.

The moment he left, I collapsed onto the ground.

It had taken a lot of

strength to act that way.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

Even if he didn’t kill me, I thought I might die from a heart attack.