Marry The Devil
Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Chapter 28

"What....what have you done to me?" I asked, with my eyes streaming with tears. It felt like fire burned me from beneath my skin. My stomach felt like it would squeeze out my organs and that old man just stood there, staring at me with nothing but pride in his eyes.

"What did I do to you?" I asked, crying.

"What ... .what ..." that was the last thing that I remembered before passing out.

My head ached. I had not felt so much pain my whole life.

My eyes opened slowly and my consciousness was accompanied with a splitting headache. I couldn’t move either my hands or legs...I was tied to a wooden chair.

"What ...what did I do to you?" I asked sir Oliver who stood in front of me, whispering words that seemed completely out of this world.

He stopped and looked at me. "We all warned you, didn’t we? We warned you to stay away from his highness but you didn’t listen. If you think you can do to him what you did to your mother? Then you’re lying," he sneered.

I cried.

"It. ...it was never in my intention to kill His highness. I wouldn’t do anything to....to him," I cried.

I heard approaching footsteps and the smell of the incense only worsened the pain. Only for me to find the princess from earlier that day.

"Please let me go," I pleaded. The pain would stop for a second then come back twice as worse.

My heart raced with fear as sir. Oliver kept moving to and fro. I feared what the old man was going to do to me.

Francis wasn’t around...they were definitely going to kill me. I wondered if that was truly going to be my end.

But I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

I didn’t harm anyone. All that I did was try to live the life that I truly deserved, where I would be loved and needed by someone.

But just when I thought I had found the one, there I was at the verge of death.

"Why is she still alive?" She asked, glaring at me.

I was right. They wanted me dead.

"You should know that we cannot kill her by ourselves. All of this is just to get her under my control and take the things that we need from her so that you can be just as good as her," Sir. Oliver answered.

I was trying so hard to get a hold of the situation, but I understood nothing.

"Please..." before I could say anything else, I passed out again.

~Mala’s POV ends.

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"Let’s get on with this as soon as we can. We do not know when his highness will arrive. I am ready," Arabella desperately said, glaring at Mala with nothing but a mix of desperation and anger in her eyes.

"Sit on the chair over there," sir. Oliver said before he went to grab a knife.

The knife didn’t look like the regular one. It was small and black with inscriptions on it. Arabella had a smile on her face the whole time. She just couldn’t want to have Francis all to herself.

Sir. Oliver walked towards Mala and lifted her arm. He chanted and the aura in the room changed. The next minute, he picked up the knife and cut her arm slightly, making her blood drop on the ground.

The moment her blood hit the ground, it turned into a tiny red worm that rapidly made it to Arabella who seemed quite terrified.

The blood worm pierced its way into Arabella’s body through her feet.

"Ahhh!"

Arabella cried and screamed while Sir. Oliver smiled, proud of what he had done. Soon, the pain stopped and Arabella’s eyes flashed red for a second.

Finally, Arabella’s screams turned into chuckles. "what’s next?" She asked, and Sir. Oliver gently walked towards her.

"When his highness arrives, he is definitely going to look wild. In everything that you do, make sure that you do not fear him. Since you have Mala’s blood flowing through your veins, you have the power to control and tame the devil inside of him. Hold him for as much as you can, but remember, Arabella, be careful," Sir. Oliver said and Arabella nodded.

She got up and smiled before walking towards the door. She placed her hand on the door handle and Sir. Oliver’s voice sounded behind her. "If possible, tonight, make sure that you get pregnant for him. You should understand what I mean," sir. Oliver said and Arabella nodded shyly.

"I would definitely be a son." She assured before leaving, while Mala was left on the chair, weak and unconscious.

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Arabella sat in front of the mirror with a set of maids surrounding her.

Some combed and oiled her hair, while the others cleaned her feet and robbed her body with a fragrant oil. They all had smiles on their faces, getting the princess ready to meet his highness.

It was obvious what they all wanted. They wanted the beautiful princess whose skin looked like jade to get married to his highness and not the girl from silver village whom everyone tagged as a curse.

Arabella got a kind of luxury they were never willing to give Mala.

After they had dressed her up in a light, white, see through fabric, they looked at her, adoring her beauty. "We wish you well, your highness," they said, offering a slight bow.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it," She said, with that smile that always left everyone enchanted by her.

"Make us jealous," one of them said playfully before they all laughed and left.

The night had finally come and Arabella was still sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for the king to arrive. She waited, desperately, willing to do whatever it took to have the king.

"What are you doing here?" A thick voice sounded behind her, and Arabella’s lips immediately curved with a smile.

She slowly turned to look at him and just as sir. Oliver had said, he looked quite inhumane.

"What are you doing here!" Francis growled with his eyes completely red.

Arabella stood up and walked towards him, ignoring his growls and threats to kill her. "Leave," Francis ordered.

Instead, Arabella rushed towards him and wrapped her hands around him. "I’m all yours to make use of," she whispered.