Marry The Devil
Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

~Mala’s POV

I hated that sir. Oliver was always being so nosy. I hated that he was never willing to mind his own business...I thought I had always wanted him to leave...but when I heard about his death, it shifted something inside of me.

Not because of me, but because of Francis.

The old man had always been there for Francis since he was a child...I didn’t know how he was going to take the news. Especially with the fact that his death came through Lord Chris’s hands.

"What did you just say?" Francis asked.

I never heard this sound like that my whole life. His voice came cold and his face...unreadable.

"My husband planned to kill you. I stopped it and as a result he has killed Sir. Oliver and he’s coming for me," Agatha sobbed.

"You’re not deceiving me, are you?" Francis asked.

Agatha shook her head. "Why would I, when the life of my child is at stake?"

"Get out," Francis uttered and I held his hand.

"Can you at least get her to safety?" I pleaded.

"Meet one of the guards outside to keep you somewhere," Francis said to Agatha and she stormed out of the room.

"I do not believe her," Francis uttered before walking into the washroom.

I went after him, but only stood at the entrance.

"And what if it’s true?" I asked....my heart raced.

"I know Chris is nothing but a liar. He might be trying to trick me into coming to him," Francis answered.

"Even if you go to him...you’re stronger than he is, aren’t you? He wouldn’t be able to hurt you, would he?" I asked and Francis was done washing his face.

He walked towards the entrance...I thought he was just going to walk past me but instead, his hands slightly caught my neck and he pinned me against the wall.

His other hand lowered the clothes I covered myself with and he played with my nipples.

A smirk splitted his lips when he saw the look on my face.

His fingers did something to me that I couldn’t explain and I couldn’t help but moan.

"I was gentle last night...but I doubt that I would be able to hold myself back tonight. Tell madam Olivia to get some lubricants ready. We’ll be needing a lot," he whispered.

For a minute, it felt like my breath seized. He leaned it to kiss me. Our lips almost reached.... sincerely, Francis awoke something inside of me. I had completely lost my shame and I dipped my hand into his trousers to hold his tool.

I kissed him hungrily, forgetting everything and I Just wanted us to have sex like last night.

The pleasure was getting to me.... The kiss intensified and his tool hardened just as soon as I started to rub it.

Suddenly....he pulled away, turned me over and made me bend. I was expecting to feel him inside me from behind, but instead, he spanked me and walked into the room.

What the hell was that!

The shame I thought I had lost came back and I wanted to vanish. Why would he do that to me?

"Why ..did you stop?" I asked, sounding almost inaudible.

He looked at me ... I couldn’t keep up with his gaze and I was forced to look away.

"If I start now, I won’t stop till evening. Can you handle that?" He asked and I lowered my head.

It was like digging my own grave.

"I need to confirm what Agatha said. I hope Chris isn’t up to something stupid," Francis said and the look on his face changed. "I hope it’s not true because I swear I will kill Chris and destroy everything he has."

I walked towards him and hugged him. "I love you."

I loved how he instantly felt relaxed immediately I touched him.

He held my shoulder and sat me on the bed. "Stay sweet for me sweetheart," he said with his gaze lowered.

I blushed....he was shy to look into my eyes.

"I will," I answered.

He raised his head. "I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to her," he answered...pointing at my....

The smile on my face vanished.

He laughed and disappeared.

It still felt like a dream. I finally had the man that I wanted. I was deeply inlove with Francis and I was sure that it would never end.

I had a cold bath, got dressed and leaned on the window. I needed some hair...it wouldn’t be a bad idea to step out of the room a little right?

I wanted something different...Francis and I were officially together with nothing to hide. I no longer had a reason to keep myself behind closed doors so I headed out of the room.

Madam Olivia was standing at the entrance with a box in her hands.

"Good morning my lady," she bowed, grinning happily.

I rushed and hugged her...the other maids stared at me like I just did something I wasn’t supposed to.

"It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Where have you been?"

"I’ve been in the background, making sure things work out perfectly for you," she answered.

It warmed my heart.

Even though my father and step mother hated me, at least I had someone that took the place of my mother.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"His highness asked me to drop this." Madam Olivia handed the box over to me. I opened it ....it was oil.... lubricants.

Why on earth would Francis do that?

"It’s just so it wouldn’t hurt," Madam Olivia teased. I dropped the box on the bed and walked back out of the room.

"Can I eat at the general palace dinning?" I asked.

"Why, my lady? You can just eat in your room as usual," Madam Olivia suggested.

I shook my head. "For how long do you want me to remain locked up behind that door?" I asked and she nodded.

She signaled towards a guard and he walked towards us. "Please escort her to the dinning and make sure she’s safe," she ordered.

I looked at the guard and he seemed pretty young. He had brown hair, emerald eyes and a very fair skin.

His childhood was stolen already.

Madam Olivia left to get my food prepared and he walked me to the table.

"For how long have you been working at the palace?" I asked and he immediately bowed.

"I can’t recall, my lady ..but I have been here since I was a child." He shakily answered.

"Why are you shivering? I’m not raising my voice at you am I?" I asked.

I hated the way he was scared of me. I never seen him but he fared me so much. A part of me hated the way they all thought I was a witch.

"I am sorry," he pleaded.

I smiled and looked down at him. Then I noticed he had a cut on his hand. It looked so unkept... "You didn’t treat this, did you?" I asked and he slowly raise his head.

He hid his hand behind him and shook his head. "It isn’t something you should worry about, my lady. I’m sorry if it irritates you. I can find someone else to escort you to the table," he begged.

"It isn’t about me. It’s about you. Do you know how risky it is leaving a wound like that? Do you want to get yourself killed? Why are you even apologizing to me when you didn’t do anything wrong? If I’m not satisfied with it then I can just look away," I couldn’t control myself from letting all those words out.

The boy stood startled and his hands were shivering. I looked at him and his eyes were welled up with tears.

"I....I never knew you were so kind. Everyone told me you would kill anyone that came close to you," he said.

"And you believe that?" I asked with a chuckled.

"I’m sorry, my lady. I shouldn’t have."

I folded my handkerchief and dipped it in the water on the stool.

"Give me your hand," I said.

"My lady...you shouldn’t be..."

He talks too much. I grabbed his hand and gently cleaned his wound with it. "You really shouldn’t leave your wounds like this, okay?" I said and he nodded. He had tears streaming down his face like a child.

I wondered when last he was taken care of. He was just like me .. alone, scared ....and wounded.

My wound was more on the inside ..and I was already healing up thanks to Francis.

"I feel like a fool," he said, smiling a bit. His smile was so cute. I felt so sorry for him and I didn’t know why.

"Why?"

"For believing that you’re a witch. You kind of remind me of my elder sister, my lady," he smiled.

He somehow reminded me of Alfred and Anthony...but those ones were monsters.

"Oh ...I’m sorry....I shouldn’t have compared you to my sister. She’s just a maid and you are...." He begged.

I shook my head and laughed. "You should work on your fear."

"What’s your name?" I asked. "Michelle," he answered.

"I’ve been meaning to ask....my lady...is your name actually, Mala?" He asked.

"Princess Mala," Someone called behind me. The voice didn’t sound like one that I knew. I turned and found a man dressed in a royal attire with the princess that always smells like roses .... Arabella.

"Yes?"

I immediately let go of Michelle’s hands.

"You know you shouldn’t be standing so close to a guard right? Especially when he’s a man or...." The man coldly uttered.

I wondered who he was. And what was he trying to insinuate? That I was cheating on the king with a guard?

"It’s not what you think," I defended.

He curled his lips and smiled. "Do you mind having breakfast with my daughter and I? We have something important to talk to you about."