The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Choose Your Devil

[Music: Hearing Damage By Thom Yorke]

It happened in an instant.

Ares ripped my thigh garter and fired shots that drowned the sounds of my shrieks.

I shook profusely, covered my mouth, and my eyes widened in horror as bullets pierced the man’s chest repeatedly, unleashing blood into the air in a red mist.

His gun slipped from his hand, back slamming against the wall as he dropped down in a sitting position, neck hung low, and blood pooling on the floor.

H-He’s dead!

A sharp ringing filled my ears as I momentarily lost touch with reality. I couldn’t look away from the bloody display.

"Catherine."

I snapped my gaze to Ares, his voice like fading echoes.

"Breathe, baby. Breathe."

Breathe? Was I not breathing?

He cupped my cheeks and repeated the words until I could finally breathe. But I couldn’t stop shaking in his hold. There was a soft look in his eyes as he waited patiently for me to collect myself, stroking my cheeks to keep me grounded.

That was it. A soft look. Not a fright or a remorseful look of someone who just killed a man.

"Don’t move." He freed me, holding onto a small gun I realized had been strapped to my thigh the entire time.

There was a fucking gun in my garter. Oh my god, oh my god!

Ares neared the body, touching with his shiny shoes to see if he was alive.

The man gave a strained sound, and my heart leaped when Ares fired another shot directly at his head, brain particles splashing on the wall.

I think I’m gonna be sick.

Ares pulled his phone from his suit jacket, speaking in sharp words I couldn’t follow.

Silence took over me again, and sounds dulled out. I gripped the wood and got down from the table, legs wobbly as I slipped out a door at the corner.

My breath was unstable as I raced through the hallways, ignoring the ache and sticky sensation between my thighs as I descended the stairs.

Ares just killed someone in cold blood.

I placed my hand on the cold wall. It felt like my tits would burst out from the corset, and it became far too tight. My stomach clenched painfully, and I rushed to a nearby porcelain vase and hurled up what I had eaten tonight.

I groaned, face buried in the pot as my heart thrashed heavily in my chest.

"Oh my word! Are you okay?"

I heard voices from the passersby coming closer.

"Maybe she had too much to drink."

"Do you need help?"

Using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, I pushed to my feet and scurried away as if a lion were chasing me.

The thoughts rang in my head, and I was in a mess of confusion.

Secrets.

Target.

My brain began to pick things up in fast waves as if trying to blend and uncover what the fuck I just witnessed.

Suddenly, I felt the chilly air and realized I had made my way outside to an unfamiliar place where a labyrinth garden was.

Luckily, I hadn’t gone through it, or else I’d have been lost, and a dead body would be the least of my worries.

"Catherine?"

I jumped, whipping my head with far too much force that I almost lost my balance.

Smoke fled from Agatha’s lips, a cigarette holder between her fingers.

"You look mortified, love. Did you perhaps see a beast or something?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Or are you out here because the festivities tire you?" She took a drag. "Then we can hang here together. I was bored too."

Agatha tapped her finger against the stick to remove ash. "Forgive me." She began solemnly. "For acting as if I didn’t know you. I’m caught up in a conspiracy."

"C-Conspiracy?" I found my voice.

She smiled. "That I’m involved in your accident."

I can’t believe I’m asking this.

"Were you?"

"No."

I can’t make out if she’s lying. So my accident wasn’t one then. I didn’t even know how to react.

I sniffed, attempting to leave, but her words stopped me.

"You pitiful thing. I mourn you." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

I faced her with a pissed expression. "Your unwanted sympathy is getting under my nerves."

"My sympathy is what you’re in great need of. I pity you because I was once like you. I married a King."

I narrowed my eyes at her words.

Her gaze dipped to my neck, and a look I couldn’t describe took over her face in a storm. "You claim you love Ares as you told my husband."

"What does that have to do with you?"

"You can’t love him. No one can," She mumbled.

Not wanting to indulge in any of her shit. I walked back to the building, the faint music filling the air. I caught a decorative mirror, freezing when I saw myself.

There was a hickey on my neck and the top of my cleavage. Panicking, I rubbed against it as if I could wipe it off like a stain.

At my useless attempt, I growled.

"Hey!"

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