A day with the Devil

Chapter Four

Alexander's Point of View

A few weeks later, I had completely healed from the wounds and body pain. I was finally fit enough to do the house chores. Besides, it was Alice's birthday, and I wanted everything to be perfect.

After tidying up, I carefully prepared breakfast;buffalo chicken wings, her favorite,and brought it straight to her room. I leaned against the wall, staring at her beautiful face.

Moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat upright, her face immediately frowning when she saw me.

"I’ve warned you several times not to barge into my room without permission, haven’t I?" she snapped, her reddened in anger.

"I’m really sorry. I just wanted to…” My voice trailed off as she cut me off.

"Get the hell out of my space! Don’t make me ask twice!" she yelled, her voice sharp.

I nodded quickly, relieved she didn’t throw the food at my face. A few hours later, she emerged from the room with the empty dishes, dropping them on the floor. Her heavy cologne filled the air as she stepped out, not bothering to look at me.

"Bridgerton Hotel. 9 p.m. today," I called out.

She left the apartment without a word, the deafening sound of the door slamming behind her slicing through the air.

I pulled out my phone, a small smile tugging at my lips as I read the confirmation message on the screen. Everything was ready for her surprise birthday celebration. I had borrowed a loan from the company where I worked as a janitor, and my payments would be deducted until I cleared my debt.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, until the anticipated time arrived.

"Showtime," I whispered, staring at myself in the silver-coated mirror. I was determined to give her the best night of her life,a night she wouldn’t forget.

I picked up the bouquet of flowers from the table and walked out, heading to one of the most expensive hotels in town.

Everything about the hotel screamed luxury, from the polished marble floors to the chandelier that emitted colorful rays like a constellation in the sky which bathed my skin. I took a deep breath, allowing the cool air to was over me and beholding the extra ordinary beauty Infront of me. After a while, I traced my steps to the receptionist.

I collected the key to the suite and rested on the comfy bed. A few minutes passed before I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.

"Hey, it’s a few minutes past 10 p.m. Where are you?" I asked, a twinge of concern creeping into my voice.

"I’ll be home late. Give me some time," she replied before hanging up. Something in her voice sounded off, unconvincing. I could hear the labored breathing in the background.

I tried to shake off the unsettling thought that Alice was cheating on me, but my mind was restless. Alice was a lot of things, but not a cheater…right?

Without hesitation, I rushed out of the suite, hailed a taxi, and got in. My breathing laboured.

"Can’t you go any faster?" I gritted out in frustration.

The taxi driver shot me a scowl.

"Speeding isn’t tolerated here, especially in Texas," he said, eyes focused on the road.

"Spare me the lecture and just drive faster!" I snapped. As expected, he ignored me.

A few minutes later, I arrived at Alice’s apartment and paid the driver with the few bills I had left.

To my surprise, the front door was ajar. My breath caught in my throat, and I tightened my grip on the bouquet of flowers.

The living room was a mess,our portrait lay shattered on the floor. Sweat beaded on my temples as I followed the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. I heard gasps and moans escaping Alice’s lips. I was sure it was her.

My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed the doorknob with trembling hands. I swallowed hard and yanked the door open.

There she was, with Joe. Her pupils dilating as he thrusted her, a loud moan escaping her lips. Ever since I had gotten married to her, I have been deprived of sex. She had always been busy to get intimate with me and most times, she'd say

“Make money Alex,the poor don't deserve pleasure.”

The flowers slipped from my grasp, petals scattering across the floor. Everything froze. My muscles twitched beneath my skin.

Joe looked up, pausing for a moment, a smirk on his face.

"Well, look who decided to join the party," he sneered.

Before I could think, I lunged at him, my fist connecting with his jaw. My eyes blazed with fury.

Before I could land another punch, Alice stepped in, blocking me with her body.

"Hit a woman, and you’ll rot in jail," she spat, her voice cold as ice. "It’s over, Alex. Those are the divorce papers. Sign them and get the hell out of my house, or I’m calling the cops."

Her face was pale, devoid of any remorse. My heart sank, tears stinging my eyes.

"Oh, and by the way," she whispered, leaning closer, her body pressing against mine as she planted a mocking kiss on my chin. "Joe and I are getting married next month. You’re invited, of course."

I shut my eyes, letting the tears fall before I turned and walked out. This was the final insult. I had been humiliated, used, and discarded like garbage. She had used me to secure her gig at the modeling agency, and now she wanted to throw me away as if I hadn’t contributed to her success. I had left myself vulnerable, blinded by emotions that had overwhelmed me.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going?" Joe’s voice taunted from behind me, but I didn’t turn back.

The night was cold and dark, the moon casting an ethereal glow on my skin.

I hailed another taxi and headed home,to the place where I was still valued. After what felt like an eternity, I arrived at the Brooks mansion.

My gaze shifted to the hit man ontop of the roof, his gun aimed at me, waiting for orders. Slowly, he lowered his gun and i smirked. Perhaps they missed me and don't want me killed. If I guessed correctly, my mother was behind the orders as my dad had travelled out of the country, Damian? He hated me and would stop at nothing to detach my head from my body.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied my mind and walked inside. Everything was just as I had left it;the drugs on the table, the guns, and the cold bodies of our enemies lying on the floor.

"You should know that you’re not welcome here. Stepping into this mansion means death," my mother’s voice called from the mezzanine, sending chills down my spine. Her blue gown trailed behind her as she descended the steps gracefully like the mafia goddess she was.

My knees grew weak, and I fell to the floor, bowing my head in shame. Her footsteps grew louder as she approached.

Her dark-polished nails reached out, tilting my chin upward until I was forced to look into her eyes.

"What have they done to you?" she whispered, her face unreadable.

"They made me a laughingstock, manipulated me, used me, and threw me away like trash," I replied, my voice cracking with emotion.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she raised a brow.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I want to make them pay, Mother. I want them to feel the pain I’ve endured," I said, my frustration spilling out.

She shook her head slowly, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Wrong answer, child," she said, biting her lip.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, taking a deep breath, my face cold; devoid of every expression.

“I walked away once. This time, I'm taking everything back, starting with my revenge.” a wild grin spreading across my lips.

"I’ve come to take my birthright," I whispered, locking eyes with her. "I want to make them bleed."