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Mr.Jeremy Volkov

Jeremy

I stood against my car watching my to-be fiancee within an hour, marching towards me like a Goth Barbie doll. She is in a black sleeveless top which suits her like her second skin with baggy jeans, her brown hair in a messy bun while her jade eyes challenge my grey orbs. She looks simple but elegant. She stops her step with an arm distance from mine as she gives me a nonchalant look
Nice to meet you, Ms.Kingston
She shakes her soft palms with my hard ones as she nods her head in an I don't care to look

Even though she didn't bother to respond as she pulled her hand from my hold. She looks around her surroundings as a prey who is aware of his predator's cave, but she tries to mask it as soon as it comes to her. I opened the passenger seat for her as soon as she slid into the seat I dived into the driver's seat before taking off i whispered near her ears
; Welcome to my world, Amore

Ellen

I was not taken aback when the devil himself passed me a smile which other girls would drool over but I'm not. I didn't know the devil would drive us to the place, God knows where.

In between the tension rising in the atmosphere, he spares me a few glances while I pretend to be not affected by it at all. when his glances make my skin crawl for some unknown reasons.

The car comes to a stretching halt in front of a mansion. As a Gentleman devil comes to my side and offers his hand for me to come out. I gave him one of my fake genuine smiles as I took his hand and came out. I look around my surroundings as I asses the paths. The mansion surrounds pine trees and a fountain at the centre of the entrance with a statue of a broken angel. when I lifted my face to the side, I saw him already watching me as if I were a pawn in his games. He takes my hand in his as we walk into the mansion. The place, which will be my place for God knows how long