Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

Immediately a video clip started playing on the laptop, and the place was none other than Markus's office. The video had a live time and date mark, which showed it was 11.32 pm the previous night.

Two men carried an entirely wasted Jia in the office, and placed her on the office sofa. Jia was not completely unconscious and was blurting nonsensical words.

'Not.. No, only Markus.. I.. I want him... dad please don't… don't punish me… dad I love him.. him'

The men waited for around ten more minutes before Jia was completely asleep.

One of the men signalled another one who went near Jia. He opened the first two buttons of her shirt and slided her shirt till her chest level, making her shoulder completely exposed.

The second man made a call by that time. After another ten minutes, Markus entered the office and nodded at both the men.

Those two men left his office, leaving Markus and Jia alone. Markus never glanced at Jia even once and went near his desk and sat there. He took out his phone and went to Kizy's social media account. The moment he opened her live, she was already in elevator, floor 29th.

He instantly kept the phone aside before unbuttoning his shirt. He threw his shirt on the floor and went inside his bedroom in the office. 

He quickly came back with a blanket and lay down next to Jia on the sofa. Just as he heard the footsteps outside, he quickly covered both their bodies with a blanket and wrapped his hand around Jia, the exact scene that Kizy had witnessed, and the rest was already known by Kizy.

"What is this?" Finally Kizy asked, completely confused at the clip.

"You remember you said that that man wanted you to be with him?" Markus asked.

"What's that got to do with this?" Kizy questioned.

"That's what I am doing. Sending you to him." Markus said.

"You planned our relationship announcement, those lovey dovey fake acts, and then asked Joel to deliberately ask me for making those surprise gifts and lastly this trap to reveal that you had cheated on me, so I'll be alone and he will approach me?" Kizy asked after thinking for two minutes.

"Yes." Markus sighed, knowing that Kizy finally understood his plan.

But the next minute, another slap echoed in the hall. 

"How dare you sla-" Markus shouted angrily.

"Dare you shout at her." Grandpa warned.

"You could have told me about this earlier Markus. Was it fun watching me make a fool out of myself?" Kizy asked in a cold voice.

"I just wanted the act to come out more realistic. Who would have thought that you would overreact this much?" Markus said.

"How dare you say she overreacted. If I were in her place, I would have paid someone to beat you blue and black." Grandma spoke.

"Decide whether I am your heir or she is?" Markus said, annoyed at his grandparent's antiques. 

"She is." Both grandpa and grandma answered simultaneously.

"I could have acted accordingly Markus, you just wanted to have some fun, to watch me torment myself, so that you could laugh at me, right?" Kizy asked, her tone better than last time.

"Tell me Kizy, would you have acted the way you did, leaving my office with those cold lifeless eyes, crying on the stairs for another hour, racing through the highways, ending up at our school and then slapping me before going away? 

Would you have done all this if I would have already disclosed the plan? No. It would have been much simpler. But you know what? He ain't as simple as we think he is. 

He has hacked all of our CCTVs, has at least one mole in our company and many more in our city, and is watching us closely. 

If not for my timely intervention on defence software, he would have heard the conversation between you and Joel, giving away that we are not only a couple but in fact a legal married one at that, spoiling all our plans. Is that enough for your explanation?" Markus asked frustratedly.

He knew that he had wronged Kizy, and this guilt hit him the moment Kizy had left with that look, but she wasn't ready to even hear him out once afterwards. 

He had seriously wanted to change the plan and clear things out in front of the school gate, but she wasn't listening at all. Thus he finally had to approach his family to make Kizy understand his plan.

Kizy, though feeling a little wronged, understood what Markus meant. She knew how dangerous that blue eyed man was, and why Markus was being so careful. 

Just that she felt Markus should have given her some prior hints about this, at least she wouldn't have gone through all those emotions and hurtful feelings, saving her from an entire night of crying, depression and loneliness.

"What do we do after this? If he is watching us, he definitely knows that I entered here to meet you. Won't he suspect that?" Kizy asked after composing her thoughts and focusing on the matter at hand.

"Just walk out coldly from this place while exiting. Book a hotel room for yourself and stay there. My men would be watching you from afar, guarding you from any danger. Delete all the posts from your social media account which are even slightly related to me." Markus said.

"But how will that help?" Kizy asked.

"All of this would confirm his thoughts about our breakup. And if my calculation is right, he should approach you by tomorrow." Markus said.

"Okay, even if he was to approach me, what after that Markus? I go with him? Why? What would I do there? Why would he trust me?" Kizy asked.

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Boss Markus - Who gave her the permission to slap me?

Author K - Bo... boss I didn't *shivering all over*

Boss Markus - If you didn't then who?

Author K - Boss please forgive me. I won't do it again.

Boss Markus - I don't want your apology. *clears his throat* give me those scenes.

Author K - What scenes? *asking innocently*

Boss Markus - I think it would be better to kill you. *loading his gun*

Author K - No boss don't. I understood what scenes. Please spare me. *literally praying*

Boss Markus - Hmmmm.

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A huge thank you to @Margit_Hogaboom_2420 for the gifts! Have a fabulous day.

- Kizy

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