Page 30 of The Devil's Fire

Yeah, no thank you.

I will probably go deaf if I have to listen to her speak one more time. I felt my skin crawling every time she called me ‘darling.’

“You can eat over there. I’m sure they have everything you can wish for.” Cara looked at me with hopeful eyes.

“Nah.” I said, after pretending to think about it.

Normally, I would have found that to be convincing, but since I was trying to avoid the Devil, I was happy staying at my father’s mansion.

“What if I make sure a chocolate cake is ready for you?” My brows raised at the mention of chocolate cake. “Besides, Michael will not be free all the time to hang out with you.” She continued to argue, which was another good point made.

“I hate it when you’re right.” I sulked. Michael had been incredibly busy these days, and I had barely seen him around. “Why are you even planning the wedding? Just get someone else to do it for you.”

“I am literally promised because of a business deal. The least they can do is let me plan my own wedding. And you have good taste, so you’re helping me. I’m older than you; you have to do what I say.” She let out a smirk.

“How lame of you to pull the ‘I’m older than you’ card. Which doesn’t even work. But fine, I will go with you.” I groaned as I rolled my eyes, and she squealed in excitement.

I resumed reading my magazine, trying to get some inspiration for my next design. Since I have once again extended my stay here, I have been working whenever my mother needed help, and I would email her my sketch ideas.

She has been surprisingly okay with me being here, which made me happy because I was enjoying the time with Cara and my father.

“I’m heading back to my room. I’m tired, and we have to wake up early for the Service tomorrow.” I said as I rolled off the bed.

“Thanks for the help.” Cara's voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You are so welcome.” I snickered and closed the door behind me.

I lazily dragged my feet down the hallway when I caught the sight of Carlos coming out of his bedroom.

“Hi, Carlos.” I gave a small smile. This was only my second time trying to talk to him. I had no clue what I had done to him, but he always seemed to be glaring at me.

“Bitch.” He muttered under his breath as he walked past me.

I let out a shocked gasp, but anger quickly took over, and I grabbed his arm.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I frowned.

Carlos ripped his arm out of my grasp and pushed me roughly against the door. Right into the doorknob. I cried out in pain when it dug into my back, and he quickly covered my mouth with his hand.

“You’re my fucking problem!” He hissed at me. I raised my leg and kneed him right in the balls. He shrieked and cupped his precious balls in pain.

“Piss off!”

“You bitch!” He lunged at me again, and before I could even move, he slapped me with the back of his hand.

I fell to the ground and my head collided with the floor. A ringing sound appeared in my ears and my sight became blurry.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and watched Carlos walking away. I slowly stood up, groaning at the pain in my back, and held my cheek as it stung. I glared towards the stairs.

Wherever he was going, I hoped he would get shot.

I was in a bad mood as I walked down the stairs to meet Cara by the front door so we could get escorted to Church.

“What is that? What the hell happened to your face?” Cara looked shocked when she took a closer look at me.

“I had a little encounter with the cocksucker for ice cream.” I frowned in anger. Now that I thought of it, he did look like a person who would suck a dick for some ice cream.

Cara’s brows furrowed in confusion.

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