Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

“Wait. You forgot the real purpose behind this entire drama though.” Nicole said.

“What purpose?” Markus said, not remembering anything.

“It’s her birthday tomorrow. Didn’t you want to give her something?” Nicole said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ohh shitt!! Tomorrow is her birthday!! What should I do?” Markus said, panicking a little.

“I can help. Now that I know what you feel for each other, I can easily help you on this.” Nicole said.

“So what are you waiting for?” Markus said, his tone urgent.

“First of all take back your words and punishment. And I don’t care what you do, but cancel my blind date.” Nicole said.

“Are you negotiating with me?” Markus said, raising a brow.

“Yes I am. Anyways, I don’t have anything to lose. I can sweet talk grandpa and you know how much he dotes on girls. He will definitely take my side and postpone the blind date. I won’t even need you. Yet I am giving you a chance to repent yourself.” Nicole said, smirking at the end.

Markus thought for a minute.

“Fine. Deal. I will cancel the date. You will help me plan a huge gift.” Markus said, his tone serious, as if signing a business contract.

“Ok. I will send you a list of things via text message. Get them ready by tomorrow morning. Also make breakfast for her tomorrow morning.” Nicole said and was about to leave when Markus stopped her.

“Wait! I will make breakfast? Will the great Markus make breakfast for someone? Are you serious?” Markus asked.

“First of all you were never great. Secondly, yes. You are making breakfast. If you truly feel something for someone, you will try your best to make something yourself instead of buying something for them. You take out time and effort to create something, no matter how small or big it is. That’s the first rule in any relationship.” Nicole said and waved at him before going inside her room.

Markus looked at her and turned back, entering his room.

Coincidentally the maid was done at the same time when Markus entered. She bowed and left the room. She had even changed the sheets on bed, which were a little wet because of Kizy.

Kizy was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, unknown to her drunken confession and the changes she was about to face from the next day.

“So, you’ll be getting a free breakfast made by The Great Markus tomorrow!! You are definitely lucky little lamb.” Markus said to the sleeping Kizy before turning off the lights and climbing on the bed, scooping Kizy in a hug from behind.

Next morning Markus woke up early, smiled like a fool at the sleeping Kizy beside him, shyly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and got up to leave.

Even before leaving the bedroom, he turned once again to have one last look at Kizy, smiled once again and left the room.

He went to the kitchen and rolled his sleeves, wore an apron before taking a bowl out from the shelf.

“Young Master!! What are you doing?? I am here. Tell me what you want.” Old chef came running after the maid informed him about Markus entering the kitchen.

“I want to cook.” Markus said.

“No, no young master. How can I let you cook? You just tell me what you want. I’ll quickly cook that for you.” Old chef said, not used to seeing this pampered young master in the kitchen.

Though Markus knew how to cook as his father had made him do that as a part of training.

His father wanted to make Markus independent, thus for two months, Markus was made to live in a rented small house, go to college, do a part time job, buy groceries and cook for himself.

But that was because his father had wanted him to be independent. How could the old chef let this young master cook now?

“No. I want to cook something for Kizy with my own hands. You don’t have to do anything. Or maybe just sit there on the table and help me find the ingredients. Okay?” Markus said, taking out a spoon and other veggies from the refrigerator. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

“Yes, Young master.” Old chef said, and stood ramrod straight behind Markus.

Markus turned and chuckled a little.

“Look, you don’t have to be so uptight. Just sit there and help me out. I don’t want anything else.” Markus said and literally directed the old chef towards the table, making him sit on the chair.

“But young maste-” Old chef wanted to protest but Markus cut him off.

“Any more words and I will send you back to the mansion.” Markus said and it totally worked on the old chef as he sat there quietly.

With that Markus started cooking his first dish. He would have small talks with the old chef in between, while all other servants were looking shocked at their young master cooking in the kitchen.

Markus was stirring the contents in the vessel, when he heard a loud scream from his bedroom.

“AAAHHHH!!!” Kizy screamed.

Markus signalled the old chef to check on the boiling vessel and immediately ran towards his bedroom.

Even Nicole who was sleeping soundly was woken up by Kizy’s scream.

Markus entered with a loud ‘thud’ in the bedroom, kicking the door in process.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You…. Why am I wearing this? No, why am I naked?” Kizy shouted while pointing at Markus.

And suddenly Markus was speechless. How could he forget that this fool would forget everything she did when she was drunk.

“You don’t remember?” Markus said, dramatically trying to act shy.

“What remember?” Kizy shouted, not wanting to see him act like this.

“You did that to me.” Markus said, lowering his head, his overacting looking very much honest.

“Did what?” Kizy asked, not being able to remain calm anymore.

She had woken up like usual today, but the moment she woke up, she was attacked with a massive headache. She tried getting up and sitting upright, when she saw that she was covered only in a bathrobe, nothing beneath it.

“How can I say such things?” Markus said, still acting shy.

“You… you first stop acting like that. Talk properly okay? Or else I am going to kill you today.” Kizy said.

Markus pouted before lifting his head.

“But what I said is the truth. How can you not take responsibility once you have done something and instead kill me?” Markus said.

“What responsibility? What did I do?” Kizy asked, her headache getting worse.

“My responsibility. Now that you have done that, you can’t run away from your responsibilities, okay?” Markus said.

Kizy picked up a pillow before throwing it at Markus.

“Why are you being like this? Now you want to pretend that you forgot our first night? Won’t you accept how wild you were, even taking my virginity away without my consent?” Markus asked, his tone blaming.

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– Kizy