All Chapters of A Bargain With The Devil: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ETHAN The hospital wasn’t close, but I drove like my life depended on it. Scratch that, Mae’s life depended on it. My hands gripped the wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and my heart pounded against my ribs. I ran at least three red lights, maybe four. I didn’t care. I had to get there. I had to know if she was okay. She had to be okay. She was fine this morning, we'd made fun of each other. Fuck, she had to be fine. She was my everything and I couldn't lose her. Not now. Not ever.Mae, you better be okay or I'm spanking your ass for the rest of your life. Fuck, Lord, please let her be okay. I'd never been the type to pray but right now, that was the only thing I could do. I kept praying for God to keep both her and Wynonna alive.Wynonna was like a sister to me and I couldn't lose her either. They were both special to me. Please let them be okay. You can take my life if you have to. Please just let them be fine.When I pulled into the parking lot, Cartwright’s car scr

ETHAN I stepped out of Mae’s room, the door clicking shut behind me, and immediately ran into Jace and Cartwright. They were both sitting on the chairs lined up against the wall, right by the door to the other room where Wynonna was. I froze for a second, taking them in. Cartwright looked like a mess, his head was down, elbows on his knees, and hands gripping his hair like it was the only thing stopping him from going nuts. Jace, on the other hand, was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, his face unreadable but still tense. For the first time, I was glad Jace existed. If he hadn't called…if he wasn't here, would we have even known about their accident on time? Cause I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't going to call an unknown number back.I sighed and walked over to them, feeling even more drained than I already was. My whole body felt heavy like it was dragging me down. “Hey,” I said, my voice low. I slid into the seat next to Jace, rubbing my face with my hands. “How’s Wyno

MAEI stared at him, my mind spinning. And at that moment, I felt a lot of emotions other than pain for the first time since I woke up. I was confused, in disbelief, and something else I couldn’t quite name yet. Ethan’s face was flushed, his words tumbling out in a rush as if he was afraid he’d lose his nerve if he stopped. “I know this is sudden,” he said, his voice shaky but he continued, “but I just wanted you to know that I love you. Almost losing you made me realize that. I know, it’s probably stupid, but I’ve had these feelings for a long time, Mae. I just couldn't face it or talk about it. I was scared, you know, of actually loving someone. I was scared I'd ruin it. I was confused. And just the thought of losing you... it makes me want to…” He faltered, tears welling up in his eyes.“Ethan,” I whispered, my throat tight. I never thought I'd see the day Ethan Crowe would cry and weirdly over me. I'd always imagined this day, when he'd confess his feelings for me but I didn't

MAEIt was a picture of Ethan. And, someone else, a woman. Not just any woman; a gorgeous, drop-dead beautiful, supermodel-looking woman. She was the kind of woman who turned heads and made other girls jealous, like me.Her arm was hooked through his, and he was holding his phone in his other hand. My stomach dropped. What the hell? Who was she? And his phone. He had it with him the whole time. That meant he’d been purposely ignoring my calls and texts. No. No, I was overthinking. I had to be. Maybe he had his phone on silent, or maybe this was some kind of work thing. Yeah, that made sense, right? I mean he went to business meetings with women all the time. This wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. There was nothing to be insecure about. This was normal.Normal.Except my brain wasn’t buying it. It was screaming at me that something was wrong, really wrong. I scrolled down to the captions, and that’s when I saw them. Billionaire Ethan Crowe was spotted with h

MAE Miles and I bolted outside, my heart hammering in my chest. The second we stepped out, I froze. My dad was lying on the ground, his face pale, his eyes closed. My mom was kneeling over him, her hands on his chest, crying. “Oh my God! Honey!” she sobbed. “Please, get up! Don't do this to me!”“Dad!” I shrieked, running toward him, my broken foot hurting way worse than earlier. Miles sprinted past me, grabbing his phone and already dialing. “I’m calling 911!” he shouted, his voice shaking, not helping my frayed nerves at all.I dropped next to my mom, my hands hovering over Dad like I didn’t know what to do. “Dad?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Come on, wake up. Please.” He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. My mom’s cries were breaking me into a million tiny pieces. My heart was pounding hard, blood rushing to my head, making it very hard to think or breathe. The walls seemed to be closing in on me.It felt like forever before the ambulance arrived, though it couldn’t have b