The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: A Bloody Mess

Athena faced me with her hand on her chest. "Are you insinuating that my brother’s a criminal?"

"N-No, I—"

She broke into a pearl of laughter. I just stared at her, confused as she basked in amusement for a whole minute.

"You should have seen your face there!"

"Athena, this is not funny. What I want is nothing but the truth. To know exactly what I signed up for and—"

"Hey..." She sat beside me, holding my hand. "You’re shaking."

"I’m fine, just cold, I guess."

Athena grabbed her fur shoulder drape and tucked it between my arms. "This should keep you warm just a little bit."

"Thanks..." I murmured.

"Trust me, my sweet Cat." She stroked my cheek. "Sometimes when we say we want the truth, in reality, we don’t mean it."

Does this mean she wasn’t gonna tell me anything?

"Don’t worry... Ares doesn’t work for the mafia. That sounds silly." She giggled, helping me rise to my feet, still holding my hands. "Let’s go back. You can sit with me so that Ares doesn’t take a bite of you like a piece of meat."

How reassuring.

The rest of the night was spent watching numerous performances, speeches, and so on. Mentally, I wasn’t following anything, and it was a blur for me, all working past their time while I remained still.

On cue, I had to fix my smile and act as if I was a perfect wife, completely entranced by her husband.

I couldn’t even recall when we got in the limo. I clenched Ares’ jacket, which he had draped over my shoulder earlier.

When we arrived at the penthouse, Ares kept his hand pinned on my waist as if to keep me from leaving his side.

But the instant we passed my room door, I peeled myself away from him and scurried for it, fixing the locks with haste the minute I got in.

I rest my back against the solid hardwood and slide down to sit, mentally and physically drained.

I ran a hand through my hair before releasing a heavy exhale. I didn’t know where I had the strength to stand, take off my eye contacts, Ares’ jacket, fur, gloves, and kick off my heels.

I successfully made it to the bed and collapsed like a log.

I don’t know how long I was asleep for, but I’m having a hard time resting because of the piercing pain shooting through me like a storm.

I toss and turn on my bed, groaning, going into a fatal position as I clenched my abdomen. I rasped when it felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Why does it hurt so much?

I forced open my eyes, almost having a heart attack. I sat up with a start, driving backwards until my back met the headboard.

I was certain I locked the damn door. What the fuck is he doing there, sitting comfortably on my couch? Loki was resting on his lap, purring as he petted him.

"H-How did you get inside my room?"

My stupid ass didn’t figure it out. How could I? It came late this time, like the red sea. I’m a bloody mess.

This disgusting—!

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