The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Be Afraid

ARES

Catherine shivered as I traced my finger on the small bruise on her back, faint and barely visible.

"Does it hurt?"

"Bearable..." she said, turning to face me. "Athena and I kicked ass."

I want to show how proud I am, but my anger wasn’t letting me. All I could do was remain stiff and watch her try to crack me.

"He told me someone wants me dead. My guess is the same person who caused the car accident months ago. Do you have any idea who would go far for something like this...?"

I peeled my eyes away from her, reaching for the shampoo to wash her hair.

"Ares... Don’t you think it’s time you stop leaving me in the dark?"

I sank my fingers into her hair to massage her scalp, whilst trying to calm myself in some way. This helps.

Nico explained on the phone. Catherine and Athena gave him a good beating, but unfortunately, he slit his throat. Covering up his employer more important than his life.

"Are you mafia?" Catherine began with her questions, which she had been on about the entire day, and chose to avoid me.

I don’t blame her.

I don’t have any concern about that reporter; no matter what she digs, it will come up in ashes, they always do.

"Yes."

I observed how she shook, breathing heavily as if coming to the desired answer she needed. I gauged her reaction, but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

"Are you a bad person...?"

I smiled, probably the easiest reaction I could conjure right now. "Yes."

She gulped, and I could tell there were several questions she wanted to throw at me.

"Have you killed—"

"Enough..." I interrupted as my hand moved to cover her neck. "Or you might get answers you don’t like..." I eyed her closely. "Will you be afraid? I want you to be... your juices taste sweeter when you are."

Her breath shuddered.

"I can smell it right now," I murmured. "The sweet scent of your fear."

Catherine rasped thickly, and I could tell she wanted to form words of reply but couldn’t as the pressure seized her. I didn’t look at her with lust, but as a prey I wanted to devour whole.

"I’m not afraid of you..." she said with courage, eyes burning into mine.

I smiled broadly, my grip tightened against her neck, and her body tensed, heart thrashing heavily in her chest. I didn’t loosen my grip, and panic continued to build.

"You are..." I released her as I stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel to wrap around my waist.

When I got to the room, I took my phone and dialed a number.

Agatha.

"And I’m alive..." Her mouth hung, momentarily. "I want to forget. Make me forget."

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