The Devil’s Descendant

EP TWO: The Price Of Freedom

It had been a week since I met that strange man, the one who offered to help me in exchange for marriage. I abandoned my self-contained apartment, knowing the police could easily track me down there. Desperation clawed at me as I picked up my phone and dialed my former co-worker for what felt like the hundredth time. Once again, his phone was unreachable.

"This son of a b***h has ruined my entire life! " I screamed in frustration, slamming my fist against the wall.

As I was about to check out of the guesthouse, my gaze landed on the black card the stranger had given me. I picked it up, hesitating for a moment before finally giving in and dialing the number.

"Hello."

A deep voice answered. My stomach clenched at the sound, my throat tightening as words failed me.

"Who is this? Do you have a death wish, calling my phone and staying silent?" His voice was sharp, laced with irritation.

"Th... This is Yvonne. The girl you offered to help the other night at the bar." I said, forcing my tone to remain calm.

There was a pause. Then his voice softened, though a trace of impatience remained.

"I've been waiting for your call. And I despise waiting."

I swallowed hard. "Why do you want to marry a stranger? Someone who's on the run? What's your real reason for this?"

He chuckled, then cleared his throat. "There's only one reason."

"Which is?" I asked, my confusion growing as I sank into the chair beside the bed.

"You're my type. Now text me your address. I'll send someone to pick you up for our wedding. I have zero patience."

Before I could protest, the line went dead.

I stared at my phone in disbelief. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I muttered, throwing my phone on the bed.

As much as I despised this arrogant stranger, and as much as marrying him was the last thing I wanted, I couldn't ignore the fact that I needed a way out of this mess. My family and friends had been trying to reach me since the theft scandal, but I knew explaining myself wouldn't change anything.

With a sigh, I picked up my phone and sent my location to the number on the card.

Thirty minutes later, a text arrived "Come outside."

I grabbed my hat and mask, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the guesthouse. A sleek black Lamborghini was already waiting. A tall man in a black suit emerged from the driver's seat and approached me.

"Miss Yvonne, please get in," he said, gesturing toward the car.

My heart pounded so violently I feared it might burst from my chest, but I forced myself to remain composed as I slid inside.

The ride was silent. When we finally stopped, I glanced out the window to see a breathtaking private beach house. The bodyguard stepped out first, then opened my door.

For the first time in my life, fear gripped me so tightly I considered kicking off my sneakers and running as fast as I could. But I held my ground, masking my terror with feigned confidence.

"Please, follow me," an elegantly dressed older woman said with a warm smile, motioning toward the house.

I hesitated, then followed her inside. She led me to a private room where another woman was waiting. "I'll be your makeup artist today," she introduced herself.

My eyes wandered around the room until they landed on the most stunning wedding gown I had ever seen. My breath hitched as I stepped closer, running my fingers along the delicate pearls that adorned it.

"The letter on the bed is for you, ma'am," the makeup artist said.

I picked up the folded paper and read it:

Hi, beautiful. Don't get too comfortable with all this princess treatment it's just for today.

"Son of a b***h" I muttered crumpling the note and tossing it to the floor.

"You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," the woman said as she placed the veil over my head.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. I wished more than anything that this was a real wedding, that I was marrying for love, with my family and friends surrounding me. But reality was far less kind.

"Please, ma'am, we should head out now. The groom and priest are waiting," a soft spoken woman said tapping my shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped outside onto the private beach. Angelo stood there, waiting. There were no guests, no celebration just him and the priest.

He was undeniably handsome. Tall, sharp-featured, impeccably dressed. The kind of man women would kill to be with. But I wasn't one of them. I was only here because of our deal.

I made my way to him, stopping just inches away. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Opening it, he revealed a dazzling diamond ring.

"This is a very expensive ring, we both know you could never afford something like this. Not in your lifetime. Or even if your entire bloodline worked for it. So make sure you take good care of it." He whispered in my ears.

I clenched my fists, anger burning through me. I wanted to slap that smug expression off his face, to walk away from this entire mess. But instead, I smiled at the priest.

"Please start the ceremony" I said, forcing myself to look away from Angelo's face.