The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Like Poison

"You broke the special clause. Number one."

I stared at him in disbelief, my mouth hung open.

Is he fucking being serious right now? Even now he would...!

But I guess that’s it. This was Ares, this was him.

"You knew what would happen the moment you did, and yet you did it."

He looked at me like I had crossed a line, gone to a point of no return.

"Y-You’re blaming me?" I hated the way my voice cracked. "And for what? For loving—"

"Don’t," he warned.

His eyes turned cold, so stony that it reminded me of the first day I walked into his office for an interview, and when I told myself this man was the worst kind.

"For loving you," I finished despite his warning. "For loving you!"

Smash!

I jumped as the glass shattered in Ares’ hand, the shards raining to the floor mixed with his blood.

My body screamed at me to go to him and stop the bleeding, to hold his hand so that it wouldn’t hurt anymore. But I didn’t.

A hefty silence stretched until I found the courage to speak.

"I-I’m a human being, and so are you. You’re just as capable of love as I am."

He ground his teeth so hard I could see the veins popping beneath his jaw. "We don’t need... love."

This was the first time I actually discerned so much hatred, almost like the word tasted like poison, like the word was poison.

How come I have never seen it until now? I always thought the special clause was all about sticking to business, but it never was.

"What do we need then? The fucking? Is that what I would ever amount to you? A body to keep your cock warm? A means to control?"

Was Agatha right?

Ares didn’t reply, yet something inside me still clung to desperation.

"Is it... not possible to love me?" I asked quietly, tears streaming down my face.

"No," he replied in an icy tone, and those shards pierce my heart, deeper than anything I have ever felt, but his next words didn’t amount to the pain tearing me apart from the inside out.

"The contract is terminated, Ms. Lane."

Everything spun, but I held myself from falling because I knew damn well the moment I let it, I would hate myself more.

"You have a month to leave the penthouse. Rest assured, payment will be wired to your account."

The devil always gets bored.

Naomi’s words to me that night at the All Hallows’ Gala came through like a curse.

Did he never feel anything for me, even a little bit? Was it only ever about the contract, even when I tried to silence the voice that said it could be more? Was I truly gonna end up like Naomi after all?

I leveled my gaze, rubbing the big diamond ring on my finger. Just like my heart had been cut off, I took off the ring and tossed it at him, the sharp clatter ringing in the air.

"Go to hell, Ares King..." I said. "But I guess you’re already in it."

Is she fucking picking the lock right now?

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