All Chapters of Dictated Wife Of The Modern Cupid: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

I was gripping on the wall behind my back, asking any fucking guardian to save me from this unwanted and creepy moment, whoever hears me.As he was only five more steps away from me, I removed my right hand, and it moved to my chest, which was very tight. I felt like I couldn't breathe because of El's gaze that almost swallowed me. My eyes were open while my tears kept falling down on my belly. “D-Don't!” I shouted, expecting my death to be served like food ordered in the counter of a restaurant.I suddenly became deaf when everything went silent after he pulled the trigger of his pistol that was aimed at my chest. My lips trembled, and I continued to cry, looking at the finger-size hole at the point of the pistol, thanking it for not spitting its bullet.I only let out air one by one because of what El did. “Come on, Valerie. Everything I told you is the truth. Your parents are demons. Like me, they also wear masks in front of many people.”My butt hit the cold floor because of th

I got up from sitting. I violently wiped the tears from my eyes, and it was like a piece of stone if I threw it on each side of my body.Crying, I went to my cabinet, took the big luggage, and opened its zipper. I took my things from the cabinet drawers and also those that were hanging inside it. “Fuck!” I cussed, realizing that I don't own any of these things. The clothes, jewelry, sandals, and bags are not mine. All of them were bought by my demon husband. And one thing is for sure, there is a big possibility that this is from his illegal business. “Valerie!”I sniffed, looking at the door that was moving back and forth, trying to free itself from its frame. He was behind that door, and I couldn't stand to see him. If we talk about the love in my heart for him, it cannot be compared to the distance from Earth to heaven. I love him that much, but innocent people are dying because of him.“El, let me go, please!” I said out loud. He kicked the door so hard that it broke its lock,

—Eldifonso Suarez—5 Years AfterI'm sitting in my office chair and working steadily. Suddenly my son's picture flashed on my laptop screen, the delayed ring of the messenger caught my attention. A wide smile drew my lips as I answered his call. His blonde and curly hair first appeared in the camera. He was playing with his favorite Dino on his bed and making a strange sound, imitating the dinos in his talking book I bought for him when he was still at one. “Hey! Kiddo, you're playing again. Have you eaten your lunch?!” I asked him. He shook his head, and now his eyes were focused on me. “Stop calling me, kiddo! Will you, mask man?” He rolled his inherited eyes from his mother, the woman I killed using my own hands. Actually, I could have used a gun to kill Valerie, but I thought our maids and butlers would hear a gunshot and would definitely point me as a killer. I drugged her until she died on the veranda of my room. I then pulled her towards the bed and told the assistants th