The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: The Universe Isn’t To Blame

A squeeze strangled my chest, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing anymore, at least for an entire second. The couple faded away, just as my parents did.

I was six when my entire world was taken from me, when the sirens whirred as the cops drove to the farm land.

Little me had no idea what was going on, only that Gramps had to leave and Granny held me through the night, weeping.

I knew something was wrong, but I just didn’t know what. As I stared at the two caskets, slowly descending into the dug ground, I asked where my mom and dad were.

They are in a better place. Granny said.

A better place? Wasn’t there a better place with me... W-With their daughter? How could they go and leave me behind?

I was angry, and as the days turned into months, I grew angrier.

When I became a teen, I was the girl who lost her parents in a tragic car crash; the gloom followed me wherever I went. I poured everything into my study, trying to live, trying to exist. But behind closed doors, I was still that little girl who hated the world for taking my parents away from me. I hated them for leaving.

And as I grew older, there was no anger anymore, there was just this locked pain I tried so hard to seal and toss the key to the abyss.

I drove into responsibilities, convincing myself that the weight on my shoulders was better than the pain in my chest.

I existed for my grandparents, and being in pain wasn’t gonna help me do that. I loved, love, and my heart got torn to shreds, yet that... pain was far too big.

It’s suffocating.

I blamed the universe, but it wasn’t the universe; it was man. A man took my parents from me—a man.

I uncrossed my legs and pushed off the bench. With my hands buried in my pockets to keep from the cold, I trekked the street.

After an hour or so, I found myself at a pawnshop. I eyed the building from a distance before I closed in on it. I opened the door to get in, and the bells hung above chimed.

My eyes scanned the entire area; it was like I had stepped through a time machine. So many outdated old things, and they were aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

I traced my finger on the shelves, observing. The mean-looking man at the desk watched me briefly before going back to his cleaning.

I gulped, bidding my time, acting as if I was looking at a sample. After a while, and making sure no one was coming in at the moment, I neared the desk.

I dropped a stack of cash on the table, and the man stopped his cleaning and looked at me.

"I need a gun."

"Do I look like I sell guns, sweetheart? Look around you."

"I bet you do," I replied. "Nothing in this city is exactly clean. It’s corrupted and rotten."

He eyed me and then the cash. "What do you need a gun for?"

"Protection."

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I stood at the entrance for far too long, my spirit whirring loudly to the point I felt like walking away from this.

But how could I?

That wasn’t fair.

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