Deal With The Devil - S01

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Deal With The Devil - S01

PROLOGUE

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Written BY: bjorghalla

❝The Deal Has Been Made❞

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"As your duty to this family and legacy, you will marry Sebastian King and you will be a good obedient wife to him" My father says, not even caring the tears that run down my cheeks. My world falls apart right before my very own eyes. My future has been decided and I have no say in what will happen to me. He's selling me off for money to insure this family has a fortune to spend. Tuning out the rest of the speech, my mind echoes that one sentence over and over again.

The office that once used to bring comfort to me now feels like it's cold and dark and the darkness is luring me in. My eyes are clued to the horrible marble floor, and as the tears roll down my cheeks and land softly on my lab, I bite my inner cheek to keep myself quiet. I feel the air has been sucked out of my lungs and I have no breath to breathe anymore, or the will to do so. As soon as the news soaked up into my brain, I became dull, just numb and I couldn't feel anything.

My father leaves his office to go somewhere, I don't care where. As soon as the door closes, I break down into a sobbing mess. Pulling my knees close to my chest and hug them as tight as I could, yet I have no strength left in my hands. I just let the feelings out with my tears, and let them fall down my cheeks, never caring how my make-up looks at this point. The thought that I've been sold, just like that shatters me, and I feel unloved and just an object my father has sold for his own benefit. 87

I don't know for how long I just sat there in the dark office and wept my eyes out, and neither did I care about it. It wasn't until the door opens and my mother runs inside that I break away the stare that I've formed with the marbled floor.

My mother comes and hugs the life out of me, and rocks me back and forth. My hands don't want to move, and I don't return the hug. I hear she's silently crying. "I'm so sorry, my love, I tried to stop it" She whispers to me and I know I can believe her.

Soon she started whispering soothing things to me, attempting to calm me down. I don't listen to her and neither does it work. At this point, nothing can calm me down. My life has crumpled to the ground and there is nothing I can do to fix it. I have been sold off by my father, sold to a man that everyone knows is the devil, he's the devil in a human form. He owns everything, every company, ever business, every person. He owns this world. And he can do whatever he wants and get away with it. He could get away with murder.

The things that he has done, yet none can do anything about it frightens me to the core and soon I will be married to the man. Not only has my life ended, but my happiness, my freedom and my choices have all been stripped from me, as if they were nothing to begin with. Being in my mother's arms should help me, yet even she knows that there is nothing can be done and there is no way to help me, not from this as the deal has already been made and signed, but not by me, my father and my soon to be husband, I shiver at the thought.

The average person would believe the fact to look on the bright side of this whole thing, perhaps believing it to be a good thing for both parties. Maybe falling in love with the cruelest man to walk the earth, and him falling in love too, and therefore change him for the better and everything will be romantic and just wonderful in the end. That would the average person say, yet not once did I say I was average and those that little fantasy is nothing but a fantasy that will never come true.

My mother's hug did somehow manage to calm me down to the point where I'm not sobbing like a crazy person. The salty tears are still leaking down my face and I'm hiccuping after my crying. I have not uttered a word since my father spoke to me, which is never like me. I'm the girl who can't stop talking, the thoughts in my head just blurt out of me. Now, I feel like I have no words, not that any of the things I have to say would even matter to anyone.

Everything has been taken away from me, I have no say in any of the things that happen to me from now on and soon I'll be a property to someone whose life mission is to make everyone suffer and only smirks at it.

Not once has anyone ever seen that man smile, and people wonder if the cruel business man can smile at all. "It will be all right, I promise" My mother whisper, the only sentence I've been able to hear of everything that she's been saying.

The door of the office slams open as my father walks into the room, in a hurry, shocking not only my mother but also me, though I don't move in my seat.

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mom holds me tighter, as if she doesn't want to let go of me, neither do I want her to let go any time soon. His face shows worry and anxiety, but his eyes hold sorrow and anger. He looks at me and then I see disgust in his eyes. "Make her presentable, he's here" Is the only thing he says before he leaves, and more tears roll down my face. I'm about to come face to face with the devil.

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All right, so I have gotten a lot of hate for the next few chapters, mostly because it is repetitive and nothing much happens. I want to take this in consideration to all of you that it might not be said in the book but it should have been figured out but Fawn will struggle through depression and for someone that has gone and is going through depression (read more of that in chapter 19), I know what it is like to feel that way. I want to address that every person that goes through that desease is different and every case is unique.

Having said that I want to tell you that the reason why she is repeating the things that she has already said is because in my own experience with this illness, I do that. I have the same thoughts multiple times of the day and often about negative things.

This book was written to have my illness and my life between the lines. When nothing much is happening, there is a lot of things happening in this book. For someone that is depressed, they will not think of anything that is exciting to others. 5

Forgetting thins is also a major factor and it relates to me because I go through some event with friends and family and then not know what I had done or what anyone said. For someone that is depressed like me, I don't speak that much as I often use Wattpad to express my feelings. Because I don't speak much, and I don't know how to hold a normal conversation, I tend to focus more on thoughts. Not on What surroundings are or how people look but what they feel and how they think.

That is my writing style! If anyone doesn't want to read this story because of these factors, then please leave. Don't leave a hateful comment because you don't like that chapter or how she speaks. Because your hateful comment only becomes worse, and I have to tell you that some of the things that she thinks about are the same things that I think about, sometimes even worse.

Thank you all for reading and I do hope you enjoy the book.