Devil Contract ✓

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❝Black & White❞
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IT WAS RAINING OUTSIDE. I LAID ON THE SOFT MATTRESS, DEEP IN THOUGHTS. I couldn't sleep for even a second, all for this one sentence I said. Now that I think about it—how will everything be after I leave him?—the thought makes me uneasy for some reason, it's been a while since I've got to even think about my own life, I spent days thinking about Jungkook and my father. Just why this matters so much?

I sighed. Everything seemed useless, I felt pain in my heart for some reason, have you fallen for him?—I chuckled, shaking my head at the silly thought. I'm not worth it, he's too prestigious for me—I turned to face the other side, my eyes tiredly staring at the wall in front of me. No matter how much I tried—I couldn't bring myself to sleep.

I blinked, groaning. "God." I muttered, getting up. "There's definitely something." I say, almost understanding—but what?—I gulped. "He's hiding something, anything. Seran, how special was she to name a maiden's child after her, how special was this diamond to put it in a locked room? And most importantly," My eyes roamed around the room, alarming,

"Why did he marry me?"

There has to be a big secret for that. Marrying me, Seran and this diamond, we don't connect in any way,

Did he kill her?—I shook my head. "No, I can't assume anything like last time. It'll only make me feel guilty." I licked my lips, rubbing my head. "Special? Like a long-term girlfriend or something?" I asked, shrugging.

"He's getting kind of scary day by day." I muttered, sighing again. I'll rather get some free answers than sit here, afraid. I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. I flared my nostrils, feeling my inner curiosity coming out. If he has married me—he must tell me the reason, the secrets, everything. And if he's not confident enough in me, then he must divorce me right away.

This marriage may be important for me, but why to him? He's young, handsome and rich, every girl out there could drool for him day and night, so why me. Why did I had to get trapped in his life puzzle, I'm bot a game to be played, I have to get answers, I'll not be able to face anything if I can't.

It he has committed a sin, he must say, if he's missing someone, he must say—and if he's loving someone, he must say. There's no way I'm just a replacement for someone special, there's no way I'm going to be a replacement.

I get up, fire in my heart as I marched to the door, opening it. I walked out, the lights out, dark everywhere. The large chandelier catching my eyes almost immediately. I blink, and blink again, I'll ask.

I'll get answers, I'll finish this man!

I gulp, turning to the left, wait. Where is his room?—I dumbly stared at the end wall in front of me, just two rooms from my right, oh my god. I mentally hit myself with a bat, "How am I so dumb?" I whispered, digging my face in my hands.

Don't give up!

I looked up, he lives in this house, one of these must be his room. I walked to the first room from mine, knocking thrice. I gritted my teeth when no one answered, holding the handle, I took a deep breath and opened it, empty.

It was empty, I could see that as the balcony was connected to the room with a glass door, so the moonlight entered the room easily, so it was visible.

I groaned, turning to my left, a room caught my attention. It had a white door, while all the others had a blue door, except for the one in left that was black.

Okay. I've got to choose one, my heart was more towards the black one, since he's so dark, it could be that he's got a black door on purpose, to satisfy his pride.

I hesitated, looking towards the white one. There was no specific reason for him to choose white—he's not innocent or pure. But the colour could was blank, maybe white was her favourite? That's why he choose it. But then, it was beside mine, and he probably hated me to death.

The black one was one room apart from mine, that was most likely to be his, but what is she liked left mire?—I bit my lips. Who cares?—I groaned,

I'll take black. I nodded, walking towards the black door. One step, two steps, three steps—I paused, I'll take white, for real—I nodded, turning to the white, I'm always wrong in his language, so he must take left instead of right.

I walked towards it, my heart beating rapidly as if I was doing a Mission Impossible task, my heart felt like it would come out of my ribcage.

I reached it, held the door tightly, the cold steel giving me the chills, I swallowed, sighing. I moved the handle slowly and slowly,

Just when I was about to open the door, a hand on my shoulder pulled me back, my body went back, my eyes widening, the dark eyes, the angry expression, it was all back,

He growled angrily, holding my shoulders tightly, he shoved me towards the wall,

He glared at me, eyes burning with anger,

"What are you doing here?"

Oh honey.. you f*cked up.