All Chapters of A Bargain With The Devil: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ETHAN I watched Mae storm out of the kitchen, angrily. You could definitely tell by her angry foot steps and the huffing sounds she kept making.She didn’t even glance at me, not once. The coldness in her attitude was enough to make me feel like the worst person alive. It was weird, she also looked cute when she was either angry, sad, frustrated…. She was just cute. But then, I’d messed up big time, yeah, I knew that. But I had my reasons. I needed to talk to Ava alone, and I didn’t want Mae there. It was already hard enough trying to sort out whatever… marriage of ours was. I wasn't sure how I felt anymore. Everything was confusing.And having both of them in the same place? It was like a disaster waiting to happen. Still, Mae’s reaction? It stung more than I wanted to admit. I didn't think she'd be this mad, I thought she'd at least understand that I had a reason.I always had a reason for everything, for getting married to her, for talking to Ava. For everything.Last night was

MAEI drove down to Wyonna’s place, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. My heart was racing, and my cheeks still felt hot from earlier. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Ethan had seen me Completely. Like, all of me. I mean, I know it’s not supposed to be a big deal, we’re married, right? And he has seen me before but then was different. Why am I even thinking about this? He already apologized for it and he probably doesn't even care. But then the way he watched me."Ugh, Mae, get it together," I muttered to myself as I pulled up in front of Wyonna’s house. Her place always looked so cozy. I parked, turned off the car, and just sat there for a minute, trying to breathe, trying to calm down. But nothing worked. I needed to talk to someone, but who could I tell my fake husband who is supposed to be real just saw me naked.I stepped out of the car, my boots crunching against the gravel as I walked up to her door. My fingers hesitated over the door for a secon

MAEThe next morning, Ethan came into the room like he owned the place. You know he owns the place, right?One hand was in his pocket while the other held his phone, which he didn’t even look up from as he said, “We’re going to an auction tonight.”I blinked at him, still sitting cross-legged on the bed with a book on my lap. “What?”Finally, he looked up, his face calm and weirdly handsome. Urghhh…how can anyone be this good-looking? “It’s mandatory. A lot of people will be there, including us.”Us. Not him. Us. I tried to ignore how warm that made me feel. Instead, I squinted at him. “Do I have a choice?”“Not really,” he said with a shrug like it wasn’t a big deal. “People will be coming by later to help you get ready. Outfits, makeup, the works.”“Oh, great,” I said dryly, slapping the book shut. “My favorite thing is strangers poking me and dressing me up like a doll.”He smirked at me, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a way that made my stomach flip. “You’ll live.”And t

MAE Wynonna and I headed back to the auction party. Cartwright leaned back in his chair, arms crossed like he had nothing better to do, while Ethan was scrolling on his phone, looking bored but still somehow annoyingly handsome. I slid into my seat next to Ethan, my arm brushing against his arm for just a second. He didn’t look up, but I felt the tiniest shift in his posture. It made my heart skip, not that it was a big deal or anything. Not at all.The idea of him feeling the same thing I felt when my arm touched his made me happy. I wanted him to feel the same way I felt for him. I didn't want him to see me as just a contracted wife but as something else.Wynonna sat down next to Cartwright and, before I could even settle in, she turned toward me, her eyes narrowing in that way that told me she was about to dig for something. “Okay, spill,” she said, her voice low but loud enough for us at the table to hear her. Dear lord, I hoped she wasn't going to ask about my question. I cou

MAEAva. Of course, it had to be Ava. She was already seated when we walked into the salon, her nails tapping against the armrest of her chair as a stylist worked on her hair. She glanced up the moment we entered and gave Wynonna one of her fake smiles, the kind that looked sweet but was really just her way of pretending she was better than everyone else. She didn’t even bother acknowledging me. Typical. I didn't even care. I didn't want to have to greet her back.I rolled my eyes, but Wynonna either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She grabbed my arm and led me toward the chairs where we’d be getting our hair done. I sat down, trying to ignore the irritation in my chest as a stylist came over to greet us. “So,” Wynonna said, grinning as she flipped through a magazine. “What are we thinking today? Highlights? A trim? Or should we just chop it all off? Or dye it? I've always wanted to dye my hair.” I forced a smile, pretending to consider her question. “Maybe just a trim,” I said,