married 💍 to the devil 😈 itself

Married to the Devil Itself ‎Chapter 1 ‎ ‎Crazy's Perspective: ‎My alarm clock roused me at 6:30 AM. I promptly made my way to the bathroom, and after twenty minutes, I was ready for the day. I selected my favorite pair of jeans, complemented them with an orange crop top, donned my sneakers, and styled my hair into a ponytail. There was no stress at all, particularly since my father is financially comfortable. I checked w******p to catch up on messages and noticed notifications from Daniel and Katrina. ‎(Katrina is my cousin, and Daniel is a friend.) ‎Daniel: Where are you headed? ‎Me: Off to that uninspiring school. ‎Daniel: I am simply in search of attractive girls. ‎Me: You are perpetually silly. ‎Daniel: I must go now. ‎Following that, I proceeded downstairs. As for Katrina, I did not respond because she merely sent a "hey," which seemed somewhat trivial. I then exited the house, got into my car, and drove to school. ‎ ‎Shivaay's Perspective: ‎I was already prepared for work. Before departing, I had breakfast in my room. As I descended the stairs, I observed that the guards and maids greeted me with a hint of nervousness, a reaction to which I have become accustomed. ‎"Hold on, son," my father called out. I paused, as he was the individual I was attempting to avoid. ‎"When are we, son?" my father inquired. ‎"Good morning," I responded, fully aware that it was not the answer he sought. ‎"You are correct," he stated sternly. "I am referring to the wife you married during your childhood." ‎"Oh, so that is why you stopped me," I replied. ‎"And why you avoid dining at the table. For goodness' sake, you are a grown man," he continued. ‎(Ah, he has begun again.) ‎"I understand that your wife requires your presence, especially with her unscrupulous uncle who insisted that I marry his daughter to you," he said. ‎"So, old man, should I approach her and say, 'Hello, whatever your name is, you are my wife, let us return home'? For goodness' sake, I am already involved with someone," I replied coolly. ‎"Do not tell me it is Veronica and those other women you see," he retorted. ‎"Very well, I am already running late. Please provide me with her name or profile, and I will have someone guide her until tonight when I will go to retrieve her," I said. ‎(I left the house, but not without taking her picture.) ‎ ‎Twenty minutes later, I arrived at my office and contacted Spider. ‎To be continued...