Chapter 49: Three-headed Devil

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Bella clenched her fist as the man didn't look back when he knew who the person was. Didn't even ask a single word, sitting his back on. Wasn't he cruel to her?

"Um, I... I want to know how your shoulder is," Bella asked with drooping eyes. Felt awful as she knew she was pushing someone to talk to her.

"It's good, don't worry," Alexander answered straightforwardly, not bothering to turn his head back. Thoroughly implied that he was in no mood to talk.

"I want to see it because I won't feel good until I see it," Bella said, balling her fist as she was nervous. She didn't have the heart to hear another no. Equally, she was guilty because she bit him that hard in a fit of anger. Later, she didn't ask him about his shoulder when the man saved her life without a second thought.

"Then come closer," Alexander said quietly. Bella smiled. At least he didn't reject her. She slowly made her way to him, comforting her heart; not too loud, not to embarrass her.

Alexander sat corner of the bed so that Bella could see comfortably, his body was still bare. Before, Bella never desired to go close to a man, but she wanted Alexander close to her.

Her gaze was on the man as she approached him. However, Alexander turned his face to the side to avoid looking at Isabella, that did not feel good. She never hated being ignored, which people do in college, but she got hurt when Alexander did.

Forthwith, her eyes fell on that deep bite mark, which looked painful. She didn't believe she bit him this way. Instinctively, she touched the place and gulped down the guilt.

"Are there any medicines in the room?" Bella asked, looking at his side profile; her expression was soft.

"No need. It will heal by itself," Alexander replied emotionlessly but didn't stop the woman from touching him.

"Why? Do you have psychic powers?" Bella could not help but scoff gently, wondering how a man could be so stubborn. He was definitely a hot-headed man. Although he had reasons to be angry with her and Bella was truly ashamed of it.

"Go to your room and rest," Alexander pushed her when Bella got angry. This was not the thing she wanted to hear. Now, she was feeling like punching this man in the face. How could he misbehave with a girl when she was trying to help him? Can't he just think of her as a friend?

"Listen, I am not interested either in giving you company. It's just I am feeling bad. So, please tell me where the medicines are. I will leave right after that," Bella said, pouting her face.

She watched him sighing and the next moment he opened his mouth, "In the bathroom."

A side smirk lifted upward on Bella's face, and she walked up to the bathroom. Two purple eyes watched the petite figure and gritted his teeth. He had to put an end to everything.

Bella quickly brought out the medicines box with a smile, but the person still holding the deadpanned expression as if the world had been destroyed and he was blamed.

She sighed and took out an ointment to apply to that place; her work was gentle and her fingers slowly glided over the place. They were intimately close. Bella's warm breath fell on his shoulder. Equivalently, his freshly manly cologne thrilled Bella's body.

They could not deny the fact that their body was reacting to each other. Things were not in their places. Neither of their minds was calm. They pretended to have a small tide when the gale was almost near their door. The more they hold, the bigger it would be.

A warm gust left Alexander's mouth and the next second he took Bella by her waist and she fell on his lap; shocked and panicked.

"What?" Bella mumbled with rapid breaths when Alexander brought his face to the nook of her neck and closed his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Bella asked in an uncomfortable voice, holding his neck when she heard him say, "Stay away from me. I am not good for you. I am not a person you think. You are beautiful and deserve good. I have a dark side that was impossible for you to imagine. Just stay far. There is no contract and nothing. You can't be with me," Alexander spoke and planted a kiss on her neck. Satan was bound by things and there was always a rule work in hell that a devil can't do anything without gaining profit and the profit must be a soul.

"I.. I...ca..n," Bella choked her words. She wanted to say she could. She is ready to sign any contract. Her heart craved answers to her feelings. She didn't know if she love him or not, but the crushing pain she had been feeling the past few days watching him with someone else was real.

She needed something that can tell her what this feeling means. Now, she is ready to live these feelings, but he wants to back away, telling her sweet words.

"No fucking way."

"Leave my room. Don't come close to me, ever," Alexander rudely said and pushed her away from his lap to the bed before heading to the window.

"I am not a puppet, Luther. Don't act smug. I got distracted for a while, now I am alright. Thank you for saving my life," Isabella said and headed to the exit with a broken heart, but she was strong enough to stop her tears from falling.

She took one step outside when certain words stopped her as they needed to end. She inhaled and turned her head only. "I hope you will finish your work by noon. I will wait for you in your car."

Bella left the room. Alexander closed his eyes and shut opened them in a jiffy before punching the window, shattering the glass into fragments.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? She is just a mere human. I wanted to play with her until the day come," Alexander growled and constantly punched the wall when the whole room slowly turned into a red giant territory where people are screaming, wailing as if they are tormented by something.

"Satan," a heavy voice called Alexander. He straightened his back as the voice shouted.

Alexander took his actual form immediately and turned to the voice.

"You've played enough. I am tired. You forgot your responsibility," the voice yelled, who wore the same attire as Alexander and looked more powerful than Alexander.

"I don't like being summoned to hell without my consent. This is the last time you did," Satan growled to the person.

"Hahaha, being a king for a long time, your tail has grown long, Satan. But you can't be me. I have a lot of Demons and Devils equally powerful as you, but I prefer you most, you know what I mean," the voice dominated Satan in his realm. Over his body, lots of snakes were crawling, as well as his tail was longer than Satan's. He had three heads.

"Father, do you want changes in the throne? Ah! As you said, you have lots of sons and they are equally powerful. How about Lucifer? After me, he is your favorite devil. But where is he?" Satan snarled at the man he called the father. In reality Devils, demons had no father and mother.

"I don't like humans' words, Satan. Lucifer isn't the king. I sent him to watch over you, to remind you to return to Hell. Look at you, you are acting like a human living among them. Why?" the three-headed figure told angrily.

"I informed you earlier that I will return when the time comes," Satan displeasingly said. He hates being ordered.

"Alright, if you leave the hell now, I will bind your powers until you come back to hell," the three-headed devil roared because Satan had touched his patience.

"Hahaha! Powers, which you've already tied up. I am Satan, the king of hell, who defeated your uncountable sons, including Lucifer, before winning the throne. I would still be king without them. Tie me 'Bael.'

"Satan," the figure angrily soared to Satan, but Satan already vanished from hell.

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Isabella was in her room, eating the ice cream that she had ordered the butler when he came to serve food.

In front of her, the television was on and there was an advertisement running, where a certain woman was modeling for Luther's industry, and the whole advertisement was based on the same script she had.

That's when her tears rolled down, and she turned off the television.

"It's because of her. Does he love Angela?"