I MARRIED A DEMON BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 6: Hell Is A Beautiful Place

JOANNA-ROSE

I returned to the bedroom after a long shower; the bathroom was warm and so cozy that I forgot someone was waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, I found Emmy standing next to my bed, holding two denim shorts in her hand—one blue and one white. I glanced at the bed, and there was a long-sleeved cropped top laid out. Surprisingly, she didn't pick purple like I thought.

"I think the blue one is better," she mumbled as she glanced at me. "What do you think?"

"I will go with that too," I responded.

Soon, I was standing in front of the mirror in a light-colored, long-sleeved crop top with off-the-shoulder sleeves connected by thin straps, denim shorts adorned with a white lace trim at the bottom, a chain accessory hanging from the belt loops, and thigh-high, light-colored boots with chunky soles. I held a small, light-colored handbag with a chain strap.

It was something Emmy called casual wear, but I felt really pretty in it. The front of my hair was braided and decorated with white ribbons, making me look too girly. The back of my hair was left loose with a light-colored hairband.

"You are so beautiful," Emmy complimented. "I love your hair."

"Thank you," I replied, aware of the effort it takes to care for hair like mine. "Let's get going since Lestas wants us to go shopping. Let's go."

Emmy hesitated. "He said I shouldn't take a dime from the card; it belongs to you."

I smiled as she took my hand and led me out of the room.

"There is a car waiting outside," she said. "What color would you like?"

Color? Do I have to choose now? It felt like my life had just flipped 360 degrees. I was asked what color of car I wanted when I had never been in my father's car.

"Any color is okay with me," I answered.

"Then we will take white."

Emmy was excited, and I couldn't tell the reason why. I wondered if it was because she was the demon of happiness and had to stay excited all the time. Was that how it worked? Lestas was a lust demon; did that mean he was going to be horny all the time? Like, was he horny right now?

It took a few minutes for us to get outside the building. Emmy didn't stop pulling me until we were in front of the car. After opening the passenger seat door, she waited until I got in before moving to the driver's seat.

"I should have asked the driver to take us, but he is an annoying brat," Emmy claimed.

I stared at her as she helped me buckle my seatbelt. "What type of demon is he?"

She turned the keys and ignited the car's engine. Turning the steering wheel, she hit the gas pedal and began driving. The electric gate opened, and she drove out.

"He is a demon of rebellion. He might get us into an accident."

I was confused about the whole demon hierarchy. How come he was the demon of rebellion?

"Lower-class demons do jobs like this," Emmy explained, sparing me a glance. "You look surprised."

Of course, I was surprised—or, I should say, confused. Instead of asking more questions, I decided to keep quiet and wait until we reached the mall, and then I could be in the midst of humans again. That's if she didn't take me to a demon store.

"Are you comfortable?" Emmy asked. "Do you want me to turn around and go home?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Let's shop for new outfits." I wondered why he asked me to pick out new clothes when there are a lot of good clothes in my room.

There was a walk-in closet in the room, and I knew it was going to be filled with clothes. Lestas wanted me to misuse his money. I glanced out of the window, waiting patiently for us to reach where we were headed.

**+**

"My lady, we have arrived," Emmy announced, throwing open the door and waiting for me to step out.

"You can't call me my lady in public. How many names do I have?" I muttered under my breath, watching her stare at me with confusion in her eyes.

She closed the door and stood in front of me. If she kept calling me that, we were going to attract a lot of stares, and I didn't like it.

"I am asked to call you My Lady, Young Miss, Hell Queen, Demon Queen, and Asmira."

I raised my brows at the last name. "Asmira?"

She scratched the side of her head. "It's the female name for Asmodeus."

"Oh. You can call me Asmira, then, instead of my lady."

She nodded. "Yes."

We walked into the building. It didn't take long for me to be whisked in and out of the changing room and come out. Emmy checked out all the clothes I picked and asked me if they looked good on me. By the time we were leaving, I was already drained and tired. Emmy had taken the hint and said we should leave. Since she had refused to pick an outfit for herself, I picked ten pieces of purple outfits, hoping she liked them.

We paid for all we had picked and were about to head out when someone bumped into me. I almost lost my balance, but Emmy was fast to catch me and steady me. When I raised my head to look at who it was, I found Natasha standing in front of me with her boyfriend.

She had a scowl on her face as she glanced at me. Emmy had caught me even though her hands were filled with shopping bags.

"Well, we met the slut again," Natasha chuckled. "How is it being a slut?"

Before I could find the right words to reply to her, a thunderous slap landed on Natasha's face. She lost her balance and hit her butt on the floor. I glanced at Emmy; she had just slapped Natasha. Emmy was fuming, and I studied her. It turns out she wasn't always happy all the time.

"How dare you?" Natasha's boyfriend raised his hand to slap Emmy, but she slapped him before he could.

"Don't you dare insult the young Miss. Do that again, and you will regret it," Emmy bellowed.

I had no idea what her boyfriend's name was, but I knew for sure that he was a jerk like the other guys she dated. Natasha got up to her feet and glared at Emmy, who held her head high and returned the glare as twice as she was receiving.

"You purple freak had the guts to slap me," Natasha said in disbelief. "I am going to—"

"Cut it out," I chimed in. "We are leaving; I have no time for your drama."

I walked out of the building with Emmy beside me. Natasha didn't say any more words, but I could feel her gaze piercing me. Emmy and I said no words to each other until the shopping bags were all kept and I was in the car.

"I could have broken her hand if you didn't leave," Emmy grumbled. "If I am not trespassing, can I ask who she is?"

I waited for her to start driving before

replying. "She is my half-sister."

Emmy nodded in understanding. "Your wedding is in 2 days; you have to smile and be happy for it."

I noticed that Emmy was already cheered up and was smiling like she was before we came here. It seemed like she could get happy whenever she wanted to. It was a great power she had; it might make her forget about someone easier.

The rest of the ride was the longest. We didn't speak to each other, and when I got out of the car after we got home, I found Lestas standing in front of the front door, holding a bouquet of flowers. I smiled as I stared at him; he was in a white shirt and black pants. His jacket was over his shoulder; he looked super hot as he stood there.

Was he waiting for me?

I quickened my steps as Emmy took out all the things we had bought. I needed to talk to Lestas; he was the one who brought me here, and I had a lot of questions to ask. Just when I got closer to him, a girl with white hair appeared and pulled him into a tight hug. I froze in my tracks; my brain couldn't process everything at once. He had a girlfriend, and he decided to marry me. My heart ached as I stared at them; he was only helping me to piss off my father. I felt a pain in my chest, and I had no idea why it hurt to see them together.