A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

I took a deep breath and pushed myself off the bed. My body still felt tense, my skin burning from the lingering heat of Alessandro’s words. I needed to get out of my head. I needed to do something, anything to regain a sense of control. I fell troubled and off–balance. After last night, all I could think about was him, the thing which was totally wrong because 1 wasn’t a gay at all: 1 really needed to see a therapist and tell her everything.

Without giving myself time to hesitate, 1 yanked open my bathroom door, showered and made my way downstairs. The house was incredibly quiet, devoid of life except for the distant sound of fingers tapping against a keyboard.

I reached for a glass from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water. I drank the whole glass in one go and placed it on the countertop then I followed the sound into the study, where Alessandro sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his laptop open in front of him. His brows were slightly furrowed in concentration, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his sharp features. He didn’t look up as I stepped into the room, as if he already knew I was there but didn’t consider me important enough to acknowledge.

I clenched my jaws, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “I want to see a therapist.” I was straightforward.

Alessandro didn’t react at first. He continued typing, the rhythmic clicks filling the silence between us.

I stood there, waiting, but he didn’t acknowledge me. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

“I want to see a therapist,” I said again, firmer this time.

Still, nothing.

My jaw tightened. I hated this, the way he ignored me like I wasn’t even worth a glance. Like I was beneath him.

“Alessandro. My voice was sharp now, demanding.

Finally, he stopped typing. The silence that followed was deafening. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to mine, but there was no warmth there. No amusement. Just cold, detached indifference.

“And why would you need that?” His voice was infuriatingly calm, as if my request was nothing more than an amusing

inconvenience.

“Because 1 need to talk to someone.” I swallowed hard

“About?“. He didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop

–

About all of this. About…” I hesitated, then forced the words out. “About what’s happening

1. me.

That got his attention. Alessandro slowly lifted his gaze, dark eyes locking onto mine. He studied me for a long moment, then leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly.

“And what exactly is happening to you, Nikolai?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. My fingers curled into my palms. “You know damn well what I mean. You forced me into this marriage. The least you can do is let me

“The least I can do?” Alessandro cut me off, his voice quiet but sharp. “You think you’re in any position to demand anything from me?”

“I’m not demanding. I’m asking.” I retorted losing my anger.

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Chapter 37

His lips twitched, not quite a smirk but close. “Ah, he murmured. “So, you think a therapist will help poke whate Fie yourself?”

I stiffened at the way he said it, like the very Idea was laughable. That’s not- I exhaled sharply, willing myself to stay calm. “I just need to go. 1 need to talk to someone.”

Alessandro didn’t respond right away. He just sat there, watching me like he was waiting for something. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he gave a slow nod.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll arrange it.”

I blinked, caught off guard by how easily he agreed. I had expected him to argue, to mock me, to use this as another way

to exert control.

“Just like that?” I asked warily. Alessandro leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “Just like that,” he confirmed. Then, his lips curled slightly. “After all, I’m curious to see what they’ll tell you.”

There was something unsettling about the way he said it, like he already knew exactly how this would end. But I ignored the uneasy feeling creeping up my spine. I had gotten what I wanted. That was all that mattered.

“My driver is going to come over and pick you, prepare

yourself“,

Alessandro didn’t say another word after that. He simply turned his attention back to his laptop, dismissing me like I was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Turning on my heel, I left the study without saying thank you, my heart pounding as I made my way back upstairs.

The idea of

f getting out of this hellish house has been gnawing at me and now it was my turn to leave.

Upstairs, I changed into something simple, jeans and a dark sweater, something that wouldn’t draw attention. The thought of sitting in front of a stranger and spilling out everything clawed at my nerves, but it wasn’t just that.

It was Alessandro.

The way he agreed too easily. The way he watched me like he already knew something I didn’t. I shook off the thought, running a hand through my hair as I stepped outside.

A sleek black sedan was already parked in the driveway, Alessandro’s efficiency was almost unsettling, like he had anticipated my request before I even made it. The driver, an older man dressed in black, stood by the rear door, his expression unreadable. He didn’t acknowledge me beyond the polite gesture of opening the door.

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