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The Devil's Clause

"The agreement was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed. "Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard. "Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat, but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her slick, wet thighs. "Aren't you such a bad little liar, Emily?" --- Emily Laurent wasted five years of her life loving a man who saw her as nothing but his financial fountain. On the day of her wedding with him, she found out a secret which shattered her. Stung by the fatal venom of betrayal, Emily resorted to stabbing Sage on the altar. Jail was inevitable, but in the wild turnaround, she got an offer from the most devilish living mafia, Lorenzo Vasquez, boss of the Asylum. Desperate Emily grabbed the offer with her two hands, but can she get used to living with the devil and his spawns?
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Chapter 2

No! “Sage!” Sophia sonorous scream pierced through the hall walls as blood poured out of Sage's stab, spreading on his white dress-shirt in an uneven circle.

The knife is still lodge in his chest, and his painful eyes are locked on Emily's who pushed the knife deeper inside.

The guests let out horrified screams, as his parents began running up the stage together with Sophia whose stomach is hindering her pace.

She almost slipped and fell but Sage's father Mr brown held her quickly.

“Careful, don't hurt our baby” He said and that lightened another spark in Emily's burning skull. Her eyes widened to the end of their widths.

They know..

They are aware. His friends are definitely aware too, and yet…they received gifts from her.

She has been the fool afterall. She has been scammed for love.

The intense anger made her pushed the knife deeper into Sage's chest, making sure all the blade went in.

Sage fell with a heavy thud, his blood colouring the mable ground of the hall.

Most of the guests scurried out, and the officiant dialled the cops.

“Sage!” Sophia knelt beside him with his parents and friends, his blood staining them too.

“Sage!!” She repeated, but the man didn't make the slightest move. His eye lids are tightly shut. And his heart stopped beating already.

A stabbed heart can't beat anyway.

Emily stood there, watching the mayhem with satisfied eyes and bloodly hands. She is ready to bear the brunt, so far he is dead.

Sophia looked up with tear-streaked eye. Her hatred for Emily finally getting uncovered, shimmering in every inch of her gaze.

“Stupid bitch! “I will kill you! Read my lips! I will end you!!!” She yelled in an all heated rage.

Emily's lips curled into a slow smile which spread as fast as a wildfire taking over her face.

“You are welcome, Bloody betrayer”

~~

Walking out of the wedding hall in a bloody wedding dress with cuffed wrists and reporters from various stations photographing her in a scene. Emily never imagined for herself in this lifetime.

She didn't even imagined it this morning while she was happily throwing her wedding dress on, but it is happening right now.

She didn't get a warning before her life crashed with no landing in sight.

The flashlights from the reporters camera nearly took her sight away as they struggled to capture her face.

The face of the first lady to stab her groom to death on the altar.

She'd surely make the news headline interesting throughout this week, or even throughout the month.

She became a celebrity, not even in her modelling field but in the murder world. A sickening smile appeared on her dry lips since the lipstick has been wiped with her hand.

No single tear fell out of her eyes. She has promised herself not to cry. Even when Sage's stupid friends are busy throwing hate at her from the crowd, even when the models from GMI are cursing her.

She didn't blink as she got dragged out by the cops towards the waiting van, and the door was opened.

She resisted when she was about to get thrown inside, and she looked back at the crowd.

The cameras captured her face closely this way, and she smirked, decipting nonchalance.

“If y'all think I'm mad, then try sharing my point of view by finding out your best friend is pregnant for your groom on your wedding day. The man you once aborted and nearly died for” she said simply.

She was finally pushed into the van where two cops hooked to their middle, and another one drove the van in the front.

Her promise not to cry got broken immediately the van engines roared to life, driving down the tarred road.

The piping tears ran out of her eyes, crushing her bravado at her feet.

Rising to absolute fame in GMI, becoming the highest paid model in the industry and spoiling herself with new cars every week. Going on monthly vacation with Sophia and having the best date nights with Sage.

Quiet the dream, right?

But the two people she embroidered with her dreams turned out to be absolute curse, her doom.

Her tears poured in large rivulets, and the cuffs made clanging sounds on her wrist, reminding her of her situation again.

She looked down at the cuffs, and her tears poured on the metal in drops, making her sniffle.

“We finally have our own apartment. But you'll have to pay the largest part of the rent, since you earn more than me. Let's make it 60/40”

Those were Sophia's word when they got an apartment together during college.

“Of course! Who would pay the largest, if not me? I'm like your big sis”

That had been her own reply, and she could remember they had a booze that night together with Sage.

Just how fast the night changes. She was just a pawn in their twisted game. A foolish pawn!

A sudden clash jerked her out of her thoughts.

Something clashed with the van body outside, making her jump on her seat with the cops beside her.

“What is the situation?” The one on the right asked.

“There was a sudden collision” the driver replied, stopping the van with the aim of going out to check the cause, but that was it.

A truck appeared from the intersection, intentionally crashing into the van.

The collision was so unexpected, causing the van to somersault.

It flipped a number of times before finally landing upside down with flames emanating from it's body.

Everyone in the van went unconscious with injuries to their body, including Emily.

She got wounded on her forehead, and her blood was wetting her hair as her head is upside down.

The trickling blood made her eyes open, but she was dragged out of the van forcefully, making her shoes pull off her foot.

She was pushed into the truck by masked men she couldn't even see well because of her haziness.

The truck moved, screeching down the corner.

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