Chapitre 13: Getting used to nicknames

"Milk or strawberry?"

Gazing at the man, I throw out a query. He beams. "You" His reply sounds annoying. Really irritating. "Quit messing around. Which flavor do you crave?" There are two ice cream boxes in the fridge. Despite the time near one in the morning, I am fulfilling this devil's wish again.

I would like to deny. Refuse with everything I got. But there are no other options. He won. I lost. The fact is to be accepted even if it is bitter. "Anything you desire. I am fine as long as you love it" Zander responds. He is a sweet talker. Really tender that other might fall in love in my place.

His words don't work on me only. Maybe because I am not in mood to hunt for love. "Strawberry then. I am tired of milk flavor" Putting one box back in the fridge, I lay the strawberry flavor box on the table where Zander is settling down. I grab two spoons and two ramekin bowls.

Enjoying ice cream at this time does not sound that bad. "Why? Did your dear ex-husband force you to have milk cakes a lot?" The query from the man quiets me down. Hint of disbelief flashes in my gaze. How? How does he know about that? "Since when have you been stalking me?"

I ask.

He is aware about me more than he should. It is certainly suspicious. Rather than a firm answer, Zander shows off his dimples. "Based on your reaction, my simple guess must have hit the right spot" Guess? Out of every thought he could have had, he chose that conclusion? How?

How is he expecting me to believe that bullshit? "Just finish the ice cream. I need to sleep" There is no point in digging further. He is tough to get through. "Do you like it when things are finished in hurry?" Beneath a smirk, he throws a question. It is obvious what he is indicating at.

"Would you stop saying nonsense and relish the ice cream?" My patience is running out. He is the root of it. "As long as you wish" Zander grins. Jerk. Only listens in this kind of situation and not always. "You can go to sleep if you want to, gorgeous. I will clean the rest on my own"

Oh. He at least knows how to be a gentleman. "Then please do so" Leaving my unfinished ice cream in the ramekin bowl, I head into the bedroom. "Good night, darling" He lets out a whisper from behind. But I refuse to reply. Instead, I slam the door under a slight frown. Strange.

I am getting used to the nicknames.

This devil gives several nicknames, yet I find myself not seeing any problems there. But why? I thought he would quit calling me in such ways, and even if he did not, I vowed to threaten him with some sort of methods. However, here I am, accepting to be called in the end.

Guess my brain is used to it. Whatever. I need to sleep. There is going to be a huge event tomorrow that I plotted for Damian as surprise. The kind of incident everyone would enjoy is going to occur. My body requires to sleep. Otherwise, I might miss the huge matter.

And so, I fall asleep at last.

"Good morning"

Again, Zander appears at the dining table with breakfast he made. "I ponder when you will get tired of that" Shaking my head, I take a seat across him. "We both know I will never be" He claims. We? Who is the we here? "I don't even know where you live. How can you assume?"

A frown displays across my face. Zander Gavril, the devil who signed a contract with me. That's it. Nothing else I am aware of. He is a freak. That's for sure. "Well, you will find out once the time comes. For now, concentrate on your little revenge" Zander's eyes gleams as I quiet down.

Weird. "No one is saying I wish to know. Don't misunderstand and blend the thoughts" I hiss. Swallowing the food. "Ouch. You just called me delusional one indirectly" With his palm on the chest, Zander plays around. Idiot. But well, he is hilarious sometimes, I guess. "Oh, funny?"

A smirk slowly curves up across the man's face. Shit. I forgot he could read mind. "I warned you not to get inside my head" Wiping my lips with handkerchief, I stand up. There is no way I am sitting here, letting him explore through my thoughts. "Then shall I get inside you instead?"

He tilts his head.

I hate him. I hate that pretty smirk. I hate those flirty words. "As if I would allow you" I taunt. And I seize my purse in hurry to leave. There is no gratitude in return for breakfast. I can't bring myself to face this freak in the early morning. "Be careful, love!" He yells to reach me.

"I am always" A murmur escapes between my lips. I don't know if he hears it or not. I just walk out of the door. As usual, he is in charge for washing the dishes. Makes me feel like a husband heading to work as housewife cleans the rest. Pfft. What am I even thinking? This is foolish.

Sitting in the car, I turn the laptop on. "Time to check the situation" A wide grin tugs at my lips. Yesterday, I start off by spreading rumors about my death. Gossips run around the most. They are basically the reasons of ruin as well. So why not use it? The basic begins well every time.

Now, there are thousands of people, interested in the suspicious death. I only needed to brag in the article that there is a witness who confessed Violet Ravena was found being carried by a man out of the mansion before being thrown into fire. It causes a huge mess indeed. Satisfying.

There is one suspect.

Damian Talon. It is expected everyone doubts him. My mother helps me by opening the case. Polices must be surrounding the mansion where Nesta and Damian lives currently. I should head out. The fight is going to be gratifying to witness. The mansion is in fact surrounded.

"Open the gate!" The guard recognizes my car. Permitting the gate opener. I did not have to use that much energy to pass through. I step out of the car. And there he is. "Ma'am, you are earlier than I thought you would appear" Ken states beneath a serene face. He looks tranquil.

Does he even care the chaotic situation this entire mansion is in? "Heard the news. Where is Nesta and Damian?" I get straight to the point. "The polices are searching for clues in Ma'am Violet's room. I suppose they two would be there too" Ken responds calmly. How?

He is really calm about this while knowing how fucked up. Perhaps, he does not acknowledge the couple. "I see" I head inside. Ken also follows after me. The entire mansion is full with policemen. They are exploring quite deep. Even the clan members seem frightened.

"I told you I am innocent!"

Before we reach to the room, a shout echoes. Damian is already getting out of hand. How hilarious. "There is no evidences she was murdered even! She got into fire accident! That's all! I suggest you to stop investigating in my family matters!" Damian alerts in high tone.

There is a reason why this rumors plan is great one. I don't care if the polices can't expose my real death cause. But once the polices are involved, they will eventually dig into the family affairs which means this mafia family is going to be arrested for crimes we carry out every day.

I was the crime lady.

The amount of dirty works I had to hold as the leader of clan was always increasing. It is an essential rule to cover these stuffs from eagle eyes of polices as well. Now that I dragged them into the situation like this, Damian fears being exposed. That's the exact plan I crave.

Wouldn't helpless one requires a hand to reach for? It is widely known fact. And I am here for it. "You shouldn't investigate about the pathetic death which occurred years ago" I step into the conversation. Attracting the attention from all the men inside the bedroom. "You!"

Damian points out as soon as I arrive. "You did this! I knew you had intentions since you appeared! Did you really have to do this much?!" In rage, he dashes up near me. His hands seize my collar. Panicking the polices. Is he idiotic? He shouldn't act like this in front of polices.

"Are you out of your mind? Glance around you. They are observing your wild nature. I am literally trying to help this clan. You better step back if you don't want to be in prison" I provoke. But Damian quiets down. His grip on my collar tightens. The fuck is his problem? "Let her go"

Before I could say anything to defend,

Ken voices out of the blue.

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