The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Devil’s Secretary

[Music: The Devil You Know By X Ambassadors]

The Kings’.

Every single person in Midnight City knew that name. It wasn’t just a name, but a brand... the epitome of the city’s very foundation.

I was the secretary to Ares King, CEO of King Corp. Yes, the King. The impenetrable billionaire bachelor with looks that could make you drop your panties and scream fuck me! But personality? Not so much, he’s a walking hump of ice who has one thing in mind. Business.

Those poor, unfortunate souls who thought they could have a chance with him are better off in the Bermuda Triangle.

As his secretary, I had to be flawless to the last detail, had to be three steps ahead, had to swallow up whatever emotional shit I’m going through, and act like my life is made of no worries.

When you work for Ares King, you’re not a person, just a tool to get things done, and questions are not asked.

But it’s time to close that Chapter.

"Okay." I pushed my glasses to the bridge of my nose. "Just press the damn button, Catherine. Don’t hold out on me now."

I thought this was gonna be easy. I was expecting a swift decision, not hanging for the last hour.

I chewed on my nails as anxiety got the better of me. Realizing my habit, I forced my hand to my lap.

"Deep breaths, you can do this. You can—"

"Ms. Lane," a deep, gruff voice came through the earpiece I wore.

I flinched, clicking print on impulse. Great! Who knew that was the push I needed?

"Y-Yes, Mr King?" I replied shakily, my heart in my throat.

"Coffee."

The intercom went off, and I closed my eyes. After all this time, Catherine, you still haven’t gotten used to that voice.

I sighed when the printer made a soft humming noise. "One last coffee run for my devil boss."

When I get back, I’m bringing my resignation letter to his office, and then this Chapter is closed, locked with the key thrown into the abyss.

I pushed to my feet, my stilettos making a sharp click-clack. I opened the door and stepped into the bullpen, where rows of desks stretched out in a bland display, phones ringing and keyboards clacking with haste.

There wasn’t a single thing out of place, the perfect air for a billion-dollar company with overqualified people.

Unlike me, who had to work my ass from the gutter up, most of them here had privileges I didn’t.

I just happened to land this position because I passed the one-month trial period, aka the curse month. No one had lasted that long, hence the eerie label.

Either they get their heart broken when their romantic endeavors toward the CEO don’t work, or they get mentally stressed to the point they drop out faster than a bowling ball, battling the next year in therapy.

Ares King wasn’t called the devil CEO for nothing. You know that feeling when you’re constantly at the edge of the cliff? Well, that’s working for him, and it doesn’t sum it all up.

I had so much on my plate, and against all odds, I dealt with all the shit thrown at me. I worked for the devil for three fucking years. Therefore, I was given a nickname.

"Here she comes."

"The devil’s secretary."

"I don’t know if I should be amazed or disturbed."

"Color me disturbed."

"Working closely with Mr. King must be a major trauma load."

"How does she do it?"

"You don’t think she’s—"

"Nahhh, doubt that. He certainly wouldn’t settle for someone like her."

"True, he can date models, not a wash-up version."

Ouch.

"She probably thinks she’s some kinda big shot pulling this off."

"Maybe she just stayed, hoping for a chance with Ares King."

"Don’t they all?"

"Not all can take that load. She’s definitely desperate."

"Stooping so low for a chance, unbelieveable."

"Shhh! She’s close!"

Every. Single. Time. I thought I’d get used to their gossip by now, but they always found a way to make it greatly impactful.

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