Married to a cripple billionaire

Episode2

An Agreement with the Devil

Standing outside Fred Southwick's room in the hospital hallway, Camille felt the biting cold air on her skin, with her heart pounding in her chest. His firm and commanding hold remained on her wrist. She had attempted to reason with him, yet the expression in his eyes was pure anger, the type of wrath that could only stem from grief.

She had not rested, had not consumed food. She couldn't think of anything else but saving her father. However, Fred's statement kept echoing in her head: *"You will suffer the consequences of your father's actions."*

What on earth could that signify?

Madam Alvina's voice, filled with contempt, jolted her from her thoughts as it reverberated through the hallway. Camille, why are you still staying here?

Camille faced Fred's mother, her hands tightly clenched by her sides. "Could you please arrange for me to talk to him?" Just allow me a couple of minutes.

Alvina sneered, curling her lip. "Do you believe you can simply stroll in and plead for mercy following your father's actions?" Moving nearer, her stare intense. Fred will not provide you with the gratification. Your fate has already been determined by him, girl. He will defeat you. Your dad will decay in jail.

Camille experienced the intense pain of those words, yet she managed to hide her emotions. She felt incredibly hopeless. *I cannot allow my father to be sent to jail.* She swallowed nervously, trying to remain composed. I am not present to plead for leniency. I only want to have a conversation. If Fred desires to punish me, he should have the courage to confront me directly.

Alvina squinted her eyes, remaining silent for a extended period of time. Then, by making a quick motion with her hand, she moved out of the way. "Okay." However, do not claim that I did not give you a heads-up.

Camille stood before the door to Fred's room, took a deep breath, and then pushed it open. The room was shadowy, illuminated solely by the machines next to his bedside. Fred sat with a straight back, his gaze fixed on her like a hawk as she walked in. Before the accident, he must have been a man with a pale face that used to fill the room with dark, magnetic energy.

"What brings you back here?" Fred's icy voice sliced through the tension sharply.

Camille felt her throat constricting as she moved closer to the foot of his bed. I desired to have a conversation. Regarding my father. Regarding...regarding all things.

Fred harshly snapped that there was nothing to talk about. "My wife was killed by your father." There is no more to talk about.

She clasped her hands by her side, sensing the gravity of what he said. "It happened unintentionally."

"Has there been a mishap?" Fred's eyes flashed with fury. Lois lost her life because of his actions. I am unable to leave this chair for the remainder of my life due to the negligence of your father.

Camille murmured, her voice shaking. "I am extremely apologetic.”

"What was that?" Fred chuckled bitterly, his laughter grating in the still room. Apologies cannot bring my wife back. My legs are not fixed by it. It doesn't eliminate the torment I'm experiencing. His gaze fixed on hers, cold and unyielding. "So you're asking me to forgive him now?" "Allowing him to roam freely?"

She experienced the heaviness of his anger and pain, causing her heart to ache with guilt. However, she was unable to quit. Fred, I'm asking you to do this. My father didn't intend for this to occur. He is a nice guy. He has spent his entire life striving to cover his expenses. "He is not a killer."

Fred's expression turned serious, and he remained silent for an extended period of time. There was a long moment of tension-filled silence until he finally broke it with a low and dangerous voice. "Do you believe I am concerned about your father's difficulties?" Do you believe that alters his actions?

"Not really, however—"

"I desire for him to experience pain," Fred cut in, his voice cold as ice. I desire for him to experience the same suffering I have endured. To understand the feeling of losing all possessions.

Camille felt her breath hitch, and tears pricked at her eyes. She was unable to part with her father. She simply couldn't. "Please, I am willing to do whatever it takes." Simply avoid sending him to jail.

Fred's gaze shifted rapidly, his expression changing to something inscrutable as he looked at her. She thought she detected a spark of interest in his eyes briefly, but it disappeared swiftly. He reclined against the pillows, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is there anything?"

She paused, feeling fear twist in her stomach, before nodding. "Affirmative."

Fred's lips were adorned with a slow and cruel smile. "You claim you're willing to do everything, but I question your sincerity."

Camille felt her heart start to race in her chest, as the room suddenly felt cramped and suffocating. She murmured, "I do," even though the words left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Fred angled his head, pondering her, his eyes squinting. He slowly said there is something you can do for me, his voice soft yet menacing.

Camille gazed at him, anticipating the imminent explosion.

"Fred stated confidently, sending a shock through Camille's body, that she would marry him."

She was momentarily speechless, wondering if she had misunderstood him. "Me marrying you?"

Fred's stare became more intense. You listened to what I said. If you marry me, I'll make sure your father avoids going to jail.

She had the sensation that the rug had been pulled out from under her. "Why... Why on earth would you—"

"Do you believe that I desire you?" Fred cut her off with a sneer. No, this is not related to feelings of love or wanting. It's all about having power over something. Your father deprived me of everything, so now I will deprive you of everything. I will marry you, and I will have total control over you. "I will make your life miserable, just as your father made mine.”

Camille opened her mouth, but remained silent. This must be a dream. This must not be taking place.

"Do you believe I am cruel at this moment?" Fred had a vicious smile. "Wait for when you become my spouse." I'll ensure you always remember who truly has power.

She felt a numbing sensation throughout her entire body while trying to comprehend his words. This was complete insanity. Madness. However, there was no alternative available to her. Her father's fate was uncertain.

need to go to the store to buy groceries.”

"I have to go to the store to purchase some food items." "I cannot do that," Camille stuttered, stepping back, her voice barely audible.

Fred’s eyes focused intensely, his words turning into a menacing murmur. You are able to. And you shall. Or else your father will remain imprisoned for the remainder of his life.

The danger lingered overhead, causing Camille to feel dizzy. The walls seemed to be closing in on her, the weight of the decision bearing down on her chest.

Fred observed her with a victorious and icy smile, fully aware that he had emerged as the winner.

There was no escape for her.