Married To The Devil

Chapter Eighteen

So it basically took one month for my life to go from good to bad to total horseshit. I am on winter break from college now and I decided to give you guys something. One, because it has been long since I've last updated and two, as a thank you for the almost 70k reads on this story. When I started writing it, I never have imagined it to get more than, like, 600 reads. But thanks to you, here it is and here I am. So thank you so much, each and everyone of you!

Sorry that this is somehow short. But I will try to write longer chapters later on.

Anyhow, enjoy!

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D e v i l' s L i f e - L i n e

It's been a week since I left the mansion and headed towards a small house my Dad owned that only Kate and I knew about. And apparently, Mariebelle now. At first, I hoped that Damon didn't know about this place. But as time passed, I missed him. And I started hoping that somehow he'll ask Kate about me because she might tell him that I came here. But after everything that had happened, I doubt that Damon would even look at her.

I got sick. Really sick! And there was no one else to take care of me but Mariebelle. She did a great job, trying to keep my body temperature low and roaming the place to find a pharmacy where she could get me the proper medicine. I knew that she was putting up a huge effort for me, but I couldn't use my phone to call a doctor. Because I knew that Damon would be stalking that.

"It's okay," Mariebelle said, squeezing my shoulder that one night, "you eventually learn to live with it."

But as one week became two, I was starting to doubt that Damon was even searching for me anyway. And I still couldn't live with it. However, by then, the fever was gone and I got out of bed. But I was still sick inside, withering with every passing day. It was a homesickness, I guessed. A sickness for a home that never really existed for me. Despite the fact that I did have a family to raise me and my twin didn't, I only now realized that I was always as homeless as she was. I understood that she'd learned to live with her lonliness and homelessness and that was what she meant 'eventually learn to live with it'.

It was the first night of the third week when the skies were pouring heavy rain outside and I was sitting at the window watching it. The next thing I knew, the house's door was slammed open and in came three guys followed by someone.

That someone being Damon.

I opened my mouth to speak but Damon came at me quickly, hauling me over his shoulder. "Keep the talking for later," he deadpanned. "There's going to be a lot of it." Then he nodded at the three men with him to get into action. "Find the other one and bring her to the car."

So he was in charge of me while the other three were in charge of my sister. But why, in the name of God, did he assign three guys to get Mariebelle. Did she look that intimidating and stubborn?

"Why —"

"I said, the talking is for later," Damon boomed as soon as I spoke, stomping outside and towards his jeep. A jeep I saw for the first time. I wonder what more Mr. Billionaire right here had hidden from me and everyone else.

"Okay, okay," I said, raising my arms in surrender while getting soaked with rain. Not only did Damon sound furious, trust me he looked like it, too. "I was just going to ask why three guys to get my sister. Three!"

"Actually, one and me for you, two for her," Damon explained, still seething as he spoke through gritted teeth. By then, we had reached his jeep and dropped me in the passanger seat. "But since you didn't fight me, the other three will get your sister."