The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Back To Midnight [1]

"Are you being serious right now?" Tori’s voice vibrated from the speaker.

"Yes, I am..."

A sharp sigh followed, and a pause, a long one. I have just told her everything that has happened, leaving nothing out. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Tori?"

"You’re really gonna do this, huh? Really?"

"Yes."

I have never been so sure and confident about something.

"It’s gonna be that circus all over again," she stated.

My eyes moved when Ares walked into the lounge, fixing his cufflinks. God... I never realized how much I missed seeing him in a three-piece tailored suit until now.

He was too damn sexy. How the expensive fabric was mouthwatering sheathed around him should be a crime against nature, because no other man can look that good.

"No..." I replied to Tori. "It’s gonna be different."

"I hope so... because I don’t wanna lose my best friend again. I don’t think I can handle that."

"You won’t ever lose me again. I promise."

I could somehow sense she was teary-eyed, and it made me feel like slapping myself. This was hard for her, and my guilt still lingered.

"I’m sorry..." I voiced. "I know that’s not gonna erase anything or what happened."

"Don’t blame yourself, girl. I’m excited to see you. Do you want me to come over when you get here?"

"I’ll come to the pub. I need to get Esme settled in first. This is all so fast, so I wanna take my time."

"Okay. I can’t wait to see her..."

"She’s eager. Trust me."

Tori chuckled. "Bye.

"Bye."

The call ended, and I took the phone off my ear. Her words settled in, and it made me realize that I wasn’t coming back as a Catherine Lane or Walker but as a King.

I was once a King, yes, but this right now was the real deal, and to be honest, it had weighed on my mind greatly. Back to Midnight City. It was surreal.

"What are you thinking?"

I moved my eyes to Ares, now sitting opposite me.

"Guess. Wrong answers only."

"A wedding"

"W-What?"

"You want one, don’t you?"

That was not what I had in my mind.

"We could have had one in Rosevale, with your grandparents."

"I-I don’t want a wedding. I mean..." I raised my finger. "This already proves enough. Honestly speaking, Granny was the one who was always geared about things like that, and maybe I was too once, but now... I don’t need that to prove what I already know..."

"Prove what?"

I played with the ring before I peered at him through my lashes. "I’m yours, and you’re mine."

I observed as his chest rose and fell heavily as he licked his lips, and I feared I may have poked the beast. I loved seeing him poked. Especially when I knew I was the one who made him so.

"I just wish I could have given them something, though."

"A picture.."

"Ask," he challenged. "And pick a country while you’re at it, Mrs. King."

Lord help me!

Hearing him call me Mrs. King in that masculine voice affected me so greatly that it felt like my mind would split.

Please tell me it’s not a fucking contract!

Smack!

I tried to ignore the heat that took over me. I shakily took out the paper and found out that it was a certificate. A marriage certificate.

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