Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

“Mom!” She said in a low voice, tears forming in her eyes.

She immediately ran all the way till the first floor before enveloping Kate in a warm tight hug.

“Someone has truly forgotten their mom?” Kate said in a complaining yet doting voice.

“I missed you.” Was the only reply Kizy gave in a low voice, a tear rolling down her cheek.

It wasn’t that she forgot her mother or didn’t remember her, but more like she was always worried about her safety. She had already learnt from her mistake when Kate was met with that deadly accident. Kizy didn’t want to put her life in danger once again.

Her mother being far away from her was sad, but good for her own safety. Plus with Markus’s men keeping a watch over her, she could remain assured that her mom wasn’t in any danger..

But after suddenly watching her in Evans mansion, she could no longer control her emotions and thus started crying. Because after all her mom had been her only family. Kizy and Kate didn’t just share a normal mother daughter relation but they were more like best friends. The only thing Kizy had hidden from her mom was about her profession and team in C city, but that too was for her own safety.

Thus the closest person Kizy had in her life was her mom. Kizy always had this one thought in mind – ‘whatever I am today, it is because of my mom.’

“Look at you, being such a crybaby! What will your in-laws think?” Kate said with a smile, though anyone could see her moistened eyes.

“They will think that I am a very filial daughter, who tears up just by watching her mom.” Kizy said jokingly, while wiping away her tears.

“Come on let’s have our dinner first or the food will cool down.” Grandma said, a little emotional after watching the mother daughter pair reunite.

“Yes.” Kate said before letting Kizy go.

The five members sat down for dinner at the rectangular dining table. Grandpa sat at the centre while grandma on his right and Markus on his left. Kizy sat next to Markus, while Kate took the centre seat on the opposite side.

“Thank you.” Kizy said in a low voice, only audible to Markus, but her voice was full of sincerity.

“Don’t act like an elegant and formal lady. Grandparents and mom might mistake it as your true behaviour.” Markus said as he didn’t want to hear such things from Kizy.

He just wasn’t used to Kizy genuinely thanking him, with an emotional voice.

Kizy’s mood changed from that of emotion to frustration. She secretly pinched Markus on his thigh, wishing to take revenge but…

“Ouch!!” Markus shouted loudly, garnering the attention of everyone present at the dining table.

“What happened?” Kate asked worriedly.

Markus simply looked at Kizy with a weird face and tried to discreetly shake his head, indicating Kizy to not do it.

But all the others immediately understood what was happening, giving each other meaningful looks while chuckling.

Kizy immediately turned a deep shade of red, embarrassed after knowing what others were thinking.

Thus she was quiet for the rest of the dinner, resulting in dinner ending faster than it usually would.

After dinner, grandma asked Kizy to stay with them while Markus was asked to pack their luggage with the help of maids.

Markus just puffed his cheeks up before walking away, angry at the treatment his grandparents were giving him.

Meanwhile Kizy had a good talk with Kate, inquiring about her everyday schedule at NGO, and what all activities she had done till now.

They were still talking when Kizy received a call from Markus. She picked it up on the third ring.

“Hello.” Kizy said.

“Hello Kizy, I had a doubt.” Markus said.

“What happened?” Kizy replied.

“Should I pack your blacky lacy lingeries or the pink laced ones?” Markus asked in a flirty tone.

But that one statement immediately turned Kizy beet red.

“Isn’t maid packing?” Kizy asked after clearing her throat.

“No. I am such a caring husband. Why would I ask the maids to pack for my wifey? Now tell me, do you want the black one or the pink one?” Markus said in his seductive voice.

Even Kizy who was miles away, could feel chills down her entire body, caused by his magnetic voice.

“Markus!!” She shouted through the phone.

“Wifey why are you shouting? Actually I was thinking of packing the black one, as it suits your bold and cold personality. But then I remembered how shy and flustered you become while being intimate, and it kinda looks cute. So I was thinking pink would suit. But now I am confused between both of them.” Markus said, still in his seductive voice. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

In reality it was her maid who had packed her bags. Coincidentally Markus had seen her pack her lingeries. He was already frustrated at his grandparents for making him pack luggage for both of them, thus he decided to avenge it by taking it out on Kizy this way.

Kizy was silent for a moment, not knowing how she was supposed to reply. She thought for ten second and said.

“Pack both.” Kizy spoke and immediately hung up on Markus, not giving him the time to continue further.

On the other side, Markus had a hearty laugh before taking both of their luggage and leaving his house.

The family of five boarded the plane for Country A at 9.10 pm.

*10.30 PM, SOME UNKNOWN ISLAND*

A man was seen standing on his balcony, watching the full moon in the dark night, enjoying the cool breeze.

Moonlight accentuated his perfectly sculptured facial features. His face, the one that seemed as if God had poured extra efforts to create. That sharp nose bridge, his thin red lips, those black eyes which had the power to suck the entire universe in them.

The wind plays with his silky hair locks, making them a little disheveled and covering his forehead, but adding a wildness to his appearance.

He looked like a surreal painting, shining like another moon in this dark world, standing alone, ready to conquer everything.

His one hand was casually placed on the railing, supporting his posture, while the other hand was holding a glass of wine.

He was occasionally swirling the glass, taking in its aroma in the cold night, deep in his own thoughts and own world when a man knocked on his bedroom door.

The sound brought him back to reality. He took another sip, licking his lips in the process, a gesture that would make any woman go crazy for him.

“Come in.” He said in his deep voice.

A man came inside and knelt, without making any form of eye contact with the man standing on the balcony.

“We have brought him.” The man said in a very low voice, as if afraid that any louder volume would get him killed.

“Good.” The man said, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

He took another leisurely sip of his wine.

“Bring him to the hall with care.” He said.

“Yes professor.” The man kneeling on the ground replied before getting up, doing a complete ninety degree bow before leaving the room.

“Let’s see how long you plan to hide.” The man said to himself, a smirk visible on his face, making his face look attractive but dangerous at the same time, something you know you should stay away from, but can’t help getting closer to.

Outside his room were few dimly lit corridors, ending into a gigantic hall, lightened up by candles, filled with shades of red and golden giving it a royal but cold vibe.

A man was brought inside by two men standing along his both sides, helping him to walk, as he was limping a little.

He was made to sit on a red golden chair placed in the middle of the hall, facing a huge golden king like throne kept on one side of the hall.

The man who was made to sit on the chair was none other than Aaron, who had been injured on his knee by Jason’s dagger.

All other men then quickly left the hall, leaving Aaron alone to sit in the middle.

Aaron, though pretending to act calm from the past two days, was truly getting scared from the moment they had entered this eerily cold place.

“Welcome Aaron. Hope the past two days of journey weren’t too tiresome and you were comfortable.” Nobody knew when the professor had entered the hall, directly going to his throne and sitting on it.

Aaron just looked at this godly handsome face, which screamed ‘death’ from every inch.

“Are you uncomfortable with me? Don’t worry, I am very friendly.” The professor said, not minding the way Aaron was observing him, taking in all his details.

“Who are you?” Aaron finally said, after not being able to recollect any information on this outstanding god of hell standing before him.

Though the professor was only smiling at him, Aaron could only feel as if he was playing with him, about to kill him slowly, while enjoying his own time.

“You will know that soon. But before that, I want to know more about Hazel. Oh sorry, Kizy I mean.” The professor said in his deep voice, but his statement only made Aaron more alerted.

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Drink water and stay hydrated!!

– Kizy