Chp-2

Author Pov

Cyrus’s face was dead serious as he stared out of the window with the calculative gaze. Creed stood behind him with his usual stone face even though inside he was dreading the reaction of his boss.

Cyrus is known for his smiley face and always being narcissistic but when he becomes serious you need to remember your bad luck has started. And after hearing Creed’s words his face turned deadly serious.

“So you mean my grandfather wanted me to marry his friend’s son’s daughter.” He said in his deep husky voice. The was no playfulness or threat in it.

“Yes, but if you don’t want to marry her you don’t have to,” Creed said making Cyrus glare at the glass window.

He knew no one can force him for something he don’t want to do. If right now he would want to marry even a peasant no one will dare to even a raise single objection against it.

But that’s not how Cyrus’s life works. He craves power. Even though having a whole country under his feet he still craves more. He wants more!

Call him greedy because that’s what he is. His greed for more power and being invincible kept on increasing day by day. In this world, Cyrus loves only two things. His existence and his bloody world.

Call him psycho because that’s what he is. He loves blood especially when it comes out of his enemy’s body. He loves seeing life leaving his victim’s body in a slow and painful way.

Cyrus if ever respected anyone in his life was his grandfather. He never met his grandmother but his parents had their own share of making a monster like Cyrus. He lives in the world of blood and power and he feels no remorse for being the monster he is.

Cyrus knew he has everything and if he simply ignores his grandfather’s last wish before he died no one will dare to question him that why he did that or why didn’t he feel bad for ignoring his grandfather’s last will?

But the respect he had for his grandfather forced him to question Creed.

“Tell me something about her? Is she pretty?” Creed sighed internally. Really. He didn’t ask for her name or what kind of person she is but the first question. Is she fucking pretty? Indeed looks matter to him more than anything.

“I haven’t seen her sir but I have heard that she’s a hardworking girl who had hardly completed her elementary education. And now she does jobs to handle her mother’s medical expenses and ---” His words got interrupted by Cyrus who turned around rolling his eyes.

“Boring.” He said walking towards his office table and taking a seat on the chair.

“You know I don’t care about all these right. So in the will, it says grandfather wanted me to marry her and live with her for at least 6 months rin order to get to know her right?” Creed nodded his head in affirmation.

“Alright then I live with her for 6 months but before that tell me something I want to hear.” He said intertwining his long fingers and resting his elbows on the table before leaning forward staring at Creed with his psychotic gaze.

“Yes boss, her mother has been in a coma for the past 6 years. She can be recovered if she gets good treatment which is really expensive for them. And also her grandmother doesn’t like her and is really a greedy woman. She can do anything for money.”

Creed completed his words bringing a satisfied smirk on the monster’s face. He looked pleased with the information. It was the exact information he needed.

“Hmm seems like grandfather’s will isn’t that boring now.” He mumbled smirking at the man who stared at him with a poker face.

“Alright, then you know what to do right? And prepare a contract marriage for a year.” Creed frowned at his words. Cyrus noticed his confusion and smiled evilly at him.

“What’s the fun in ending everything so fast? I want her to wait for me. I want her to remember me every time a guy will try to approach her. I want her to stay as my prisoner for a whole year. First 6 months she will live only with the thought of being someone’s wife. And the last 6 months she will live in my penthouse. Maybe I could give her good pleasurable 6 months marriage but yeah only if she will be of my standard.”

He said making Creed nod his head. He knew Cyrus didn’t care about the girl or her problems. He cares or does what he wants. And this time too he was fulfilling his grandfather’s will not because he cared for his grandfather’s last wish but he was finding fun in all of this for himself.

Creed waited for Cyrus to ask for the girl’s name or picture but nothing he didn’t even ask what her age is? Creed placed the contract papers in front of him and without reading anything he signed the papers.

The only person Cyrus trust blindly is Creed. Even if he would be standing between two valleys he will close his eyes and follow the direction Creed will tell him that much he trusts him because for him he is the only one he can rely on blindly.

Cyrus was busy with his work when the door of the room got opened revealing the beautiful woman or in simple words his whore.

Cyrus looked up with his cold face as Ella made her way towards him. She stood in front of him making Cyrus check her out. She was only in a skinny negligee. She knew it will make him hard and it did work but what she did before he didn’t like. Not even a bit.

He looked up straightly in her eyes with cold and dark eyes making her gulp down.

“What have I told you about entering my office?” He said narrowing his eyes making her eyes widen in realization. She gulped down in fear watching his cold gaze.

Cyrus had instructed her to not enter his office ever. He hates it when someone interrupts him during work. He was never a fan of office fuck. Even if it’s in the office of his mansion.

“I-I am sorry master I--- AHH” A loud painful cry ripped out of her throat when Cyrus grabbed his gun and shot a bullet right towards her.

The bullet sliced the side of her arm giving a fresh and burning cut on her revealing arm. She instantly held her arm tearing up.

Her blue eyes looked up in his dark greenish ones who had no remorse for shooting her for such a petty mistake.

He stood up while playing with his gun making her step back. “M-M-Master I ---” Cyrus in a second cornered her against the wall and placed his gun on her lips making her freeze in her place.

“Shhh.” He leaned his face down to her level before sliding his gun to her tear-stained cheek. He caressed her cheek with his gun before whispering.

“Do not I repeat do fucking not disobey or ignore my words again. Hmm because next time.” He dug the knob of the gun in her chubby cheek making her shut her eyes.

She jumped in her place letting out a shriek when he pulled the trigger but nothing. The gun had only one bullet which he already shot at her. 

She snapped her eyes open when he started laughing loudly. His dark laugh echoed in the room as he stepped back. He patted her cheek using the gun.

“Cute. Now get out.” She ran out without wasting a second making Cyrus chuckle out.

He again went to his work and didn’t even care for the blood that was scattered on the wall. It’s not like it was something new.

Suddenly his mind went to the girl who was going to marry him. A small sinister smile appeared on his lips as he stared at the gun placed on the table.

“I am getting a new playtoy. It will be fun to play with you.” He mumbled staring at the gun like a psycho.

Meanwhile,

“What did you just say?” Hazel said in pure disbelief. She stared at her grandmother like she had lost her mind.

“You heard me I got a good proposal for you. Your grandfather had betrothed you to his closest friend’s grandson. You were two years old that time and at first, I thought that boy might reject you after seeing how ugly you are. But surprisingly he said he wants to marry you.”

“You know very well it’s not a marriage. It’s a deal. A contract. You are not marrying me. You are selling me.” Hazel gritted out as tears were blurring her gaze. She never thought her grandmother can stoop so low.

“So what? Tell me so what? You are nothing but a burden on us. You are like a useless burden who does nothing just waste everything and now when we are finally going to have something and you are the reason you still wants to come out useless.” Her grandmother ranted out.

The moment the man in a suit came to her and told her the offer. Her greediness took the best control of her senses. She was ready to sell her granddaughter after all she never really wanted to have a granddaughter from that woman.

Hazel stared at the woman with shocked eyes. Even her aunt glared at her mother in disbelief. “Mom that’s enough you --”

“Shut up don’t you dare to come between us.” The old woman snarled at her daughter who looked at her niece with sad eyes.

“It’s just a year marriage and 6 months stay with him no big deal. Your one year with him can bring a lot of favor to us.” Hazel gritted her teeth feeling a wave of humiliation in her body.

The woman in front of her had made her plans to sell her granddaughter without feeling a little bit of shame. She glared at the woman not ready to give up on her pride like this.

“Listen to me carefully. I will not marry him. I wouldn’t let you sell me like a slave. I will not marry him!” Saying that she started walking out of the kitchen and climbing up the stairs. She heard her grandmother calling her but she ignored everything till.

“Wait, Ms. Astor.” Hazel stopped on the third stair hearing a deep unfamiliar voice. She turned around only to meet with the cold eyes of a man who looked quite older than her.

“Hello, Ms. I am Carl. Boss has sent me to offer you the contract marriage.” Hazel glared at the man before clenching her jaw.

“You can take a leave and tell your boss that I am not going to accept this offer of his. I don’t want to marry him.” Saying that she turned around to run to her room but froze hearing his next words.

“Don’t you want your mother to recover?” Hazel stood on the staircase clutching the handle as the man continued his words.

“Boss is not only offering you a good amount of money but also is ready to offer your mother the best treatment. We will take her to the city and offer her the best treatment. And I can guarantee you she will be recovered sooner than you can imagine.”

Hazel’s grandmother snickered displeased by the offer of giving treatment to that woman but also felt pleased by the way the man was manipulating the stubborn girl. Her aunt sighed seeing Hazel’s expressions. She slowly turned around and looked at the man.

“What do I have to do? What’s the meaning of this contract marriage?” She questioned making the man nod his head.

“As soon as you will sign these papers. We will take your mother to the city. And give her the best treatment. Your grandmother will get the promised money as well.” Carl said making Hazel drop her head in defeat.

“But for that, you have to be his wife for a year. And the last 6 months of your marriage you will live with him under the same roof.” The man said and Hazel understood his words. Indeed he was buying her, doesn’t he?

“I want to go with my mother to the city.” She said looking at the man who shook his head.

“I am sorry mam but that’s not possible. Boss doesn’t want to reveal anything to you in the first 6 months. You wouldn’t know who he is. what he does. or how he looks in these 6 months.” He said making her aunt stare at the man with her jaw dropped. Her grandmother also frowned.

While Hazel again felt humiliated. He was buying her and it was obvious from the conditions the man told her. She blinked the tears back feeling a pang of hurt in her chest. Never in her whole life had she felt this disgusted.

Closing her eyes her mother’s face appeared in front of her eyes. And gulping her pride, her self respect down she finally opened her mouth and let out the words which were enough to flip her life upside down.

“I agree. I agree with everything I will marry him.”

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Alright so here is the chapter. Next, I will try to update soon.