[Mature Content] [Dark Themes]
Catherine Lane had the perfect job in Midnight City, secretary to Ares King, the impenetrable billionaire bachelor, infamously known as the devil CEO.

To the outside world, Catherine's life was nothing short of flawless, but in reality, she struggles with debts on the verge of ruining her life. To avoid harassment, she decides to quit and get the cut that comes with it.

As if that wasn't enough, her long-term boyfriend cheated on her, claiming she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her.

Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straws when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue.

"Become my wife for one year."

"Why me, Mr. King?"

"Because we work, Ms. Lane.”

The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be?

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"I think that's all..." My heart throbbed as I grabbed my pen. Here comes the hard part.

"You're forgetting something, Ms Lane."

"Hmm?"

"We haven't looked over the special clauses."

Special Clauses? Shit! I forgot about that.

"The next page."

I flipped the paper.

Number one: The wife should under no circumstances fall for the husband. Should the wife breach this clause, all compensation shall be nullified and revoked.

"Unfortunately, changes can't be made to that clause."

I scoffed. Does he actually think I'd fall for him?

"Understood. Emotional attachments should be prohibited."

"This, Ms. Lane, is why I said we work."

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A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

"And I feel like I have walked through fire," Tori replied, and I smiled.


"Oh, my munchkin!" She hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay. You made me so worried!"


"Sorry!" She gave me an apologetic expression as she stared at my hand. "Damn, that looks painful."


"It is…" I looked at the cast. "I think I'm useless for the time being, and that is not a good feeling. I can't wipe my ass."


I scoffed. "I can. I was messing with you, but bathing will be a handful."


"Now that I can help it. You should have just said so, but the first thing you thought of is wiping your ass."


"Can we chill with the wiping of ass stuff?"


"Evil!" I lightly pushed her chest with my good hand, and she laughed.


"Yeah, me too. Sleeping is the last thing I want right now."


Chapter 52 - Can't Wipe Your Own Ass