Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

Markus looked down to see what the man was pointing at, but couldn’t find anything.

He lifted his head again, his gaze questioning.

“This.” The man said, lifting Markus’s collar, revealing a deep bruise.

Markus had received this bruise while fighting a man in the arena a day ago.

Markus just kept quiet, wanting to hear what more this man knew or guessed.

“In fact you have a lot of wounds right?” The man asked again, this time lifting Markus’ jersey, but Markus stopped him midway.

“None of your business.” Markus said coldly, his cold aura emanating for the first time after his father’s death.

His father’s death had taught him that he could trust no one, nor was he supposed to reveal any information about himself, which was something he had learnt since childhood.

“Maybe I can help.” The man said.

“I don’t need your help.” Markus said, lifting his gun to start shooting again.

“But I have a really good proposal in which I will help you in return for your help.” The man continued, ignoring Markus’s cold behaviour.

“Not interested.” Markus said.

The man just gave one last smile before leaving Markus on his own.

But the same incident happened the next time Markus visited the shooting range. And again one more time, till Markus grew accustomed to this man, who would always come up to him, praise his gun skills, and talk about the proposal.

Finally after two months of frequent talks, Markus approached the man immediately after arriving at the shooting range.

“So what’s the proposal?” Marlus asked the man, who was busy scribbling something on his paper.

The man looked with utter surprise at Marlus, not believing that finally he was ready to talk with him.

“You agree?” The man asked astonishedly.

“Don’t get it the wrong way. Today is the last day I am visiting this shooting range. I won’t be coming back. So I thought that maybe I can hear you out in the least. Whether to accept the proposal or not, that can be decided later on.” Markus said, speaking so many sentences for the first time in two months.

In this duration, he was once again alone, with only Lucas and grandpa’s men helping him out.

He visited his mother once, who appeared a little better since the last time he had seen her on the day of the funeral.

But she would stay at home, doing some meaningless chores, trying to pass her time.

And Markus was truly sad watching his mom in this condition.

Thus he asked for only one request, which was for his mom to start working. He said that he wouldn’t mind what job she was doing, until she was doing something.

And fortunately he was informed by Lucas that his mom had asked grandpa to lend her some money and taken out her savings, saying that she wanted to start a company.

Markus had also asked Lucas to dig out information on this man who would always come up with the proposal to him.

But they couldn’t find anything on him. He seemed completely mysterious.

The only good thing about this was that he didn’t have any connections with any of the powers that grandpa or Markus knew. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

Thus Markus thought of giving this man a chance and listened to him. After all, who knew what this might result in? And even if he didn’t like the proposal, he could simply walk away, treating this as some chance encounter and forgetting the entire scene.

“Let’s talk at some other place.” The man said, getting up from his seat, neatly folding the paper on which he was scribbling moments ago.

“Like?” Markus asked, a little alertly.

“No need to put up your guards. Maybe a corner seat in that cafe?” The man said, smiling a little.

Markus looked at the cafe before looking back at the man and nodding a little.

And thus, both the men went to the decided cafe, taking a corner seat where others wouldn’t disturb their chat.

“So Hi. My name is Andrew.” The man said before extending his hand.

“Hi.” Markus replied formally before shaking hands.

“You can introduce yourself as well.” The man said, chuckling a little.

“Maybe later on. Or let it be. Anyways you can find my name easily after searching a little. I am Markus, Markus Evans.” Markus replied.

“Evans? Hmmmm.. I wasn’t expecting this outcome though.” Andrew sounded a little shocked.

“So does my identity affect the proposal?” Markus asked.

“No no. In fact maybe now I can understand why you are working so hard.” Andrew replied.

“What do you mean?” Markus asked.

“For avenging your late father.” Andrew spoke, his voice a little serious and low.

“Just talk about your proposal.” Markus said, not wanting to hear anything about his father’s death.

“So here’s my proposal.” Andrew said before taking out a piece of paper and passing it to Markus.

“Aren’t you too careless?” Markus said, noticing it was the same paper on which Andrew was scribbling moments ago.

“Hehe… just let it pass this one time. Don’t judge me based on it.” Andrew said, trying to sound serious, though the attempt was a complete failure.

But seeing this cute side of Andrew, a barely noticeable smile formed on Markus’s face.

He took his own time to go through the entire page, taking out his own pen and scribbling something on the same paper.

In the meantime Amdrew just kept silent, drinking his own coffee while watching Markus, who didn’t give out even a single expression, maintaining a poker face all this time.

But Andrew was more confident after watching Markus like this, because this showed how capable Marlus was in hiding his intentions and emotions.

Finally after half an hour, he passed the paper back to Andrew, filling up all the leftover place on paper before standing and leaving with his coffee.

“Your decision is-” Andrew was about to speak but he saw the paper and immediately shut his mouth.

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Monday update. Don’t forget to vote with powerstones and golden tickets. Have a great day!

– Kizy