The Devil CEO's Contract Wife - Chapter 305: Heal & Love

Chapter 305: Heal & Love

Agatha’s gone.

Having that thought in my head made me realize where the fire originated. It was almost as if I could hear her screams of agony, or maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me.

My head flashed through the memories, the last time I held my mother’s hand as she left us alone in this world, she was mostly bedridden, and treated in the mansion, never leaving her room.

Athena and I would always stay by her and listen to her shallow breath until the moment it stopped.

Elias remarried. The first time I saw Agatha, and how she smiled at me. The first day she came into my room.

Elias’ discipline as his cane struck my back and shoulders, as he enforced what kind of man he wanted me to be.

After my expulsion from my boarding school, Elias was furious at me for the Headmaster’s death. But I couldn’t tell him why I did it. The first time I glared hatred at Agatha, her tears as she tried to blackmail me emotionally to come back to her.

The struggle… the pain… the darkness… the cold, unwanted touch that has plagued me for half my life. My effort as I built power to escape my demons. I thought I escaped them, because now the feeling taking over me wasn’t like the one I felt years ago.

I felt like a free man for the first time in my life.

A warm hand grasped my face, and my eyes connected with hazel eyes. Catherine used her thumb to brush the wetness away from my face.

“Even broken things can heal…” she said.

For once in my life, I believed I could heal.

In a rugged breath, I captured her lips in mine, rushed and passionate.

“I love you too…” she breathed, responding to my confession.

I smiled, kissing her more fiercely.

~☆~

“We have made progress in the last month. Making this a couple’s therapy was the best decision yet. You were both able to heal, together.”

“Thank you, Dr. Miller…” Catherine said with a smile on her lips.

He smiled back at her.

“I must add that your advice to burn away problems came in handy.”

I raised an eyebrow at her words and how casually they were thrown out.

“Did it? You mean when I mentioned writing it down and throwing them into the flames?”

“Yes! That… I think that’s how it went.”

I leaned close to her ear and spoke slowly in a way that only she could hear me. “Is that so, baby? I see where you got the idea.”

She tensed but kept her composure.

“I’m glad that could help.” He pressed the end of the pen. “Shall we begin our session? I have a feeling today will go quite well…” He locked his gaze with me, amusement drowning them. “As Mrs. King once said, you have bad juju, but now there’s none of it clinging to you anymore.”

The last place I wanted to be was therapy, but Catherine talked me through it, and now it has become something like a regular occurrence.

After an hour of talking and other things that came with it, we were done.

I watched as Catherine chatted with Dr. Miller. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Sometimes, I wonder how I was able to have such a woman beside me. It amazes me up to this moment.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Nico’s number.

“Boss?” Nico was quick to answer.

“Tonight…” I uttered, and I knew he got my message.

“You wanna do this? I thought you were gonna… I don’t know… let it slide?”

“Not when it comes to my wife. You know the plan, make my movement known towards the underground fight ring. Have Carlo know I’ll be meeting him in a few hours.”

“On it, boss.”

I ended the call just when Athena’s call came in. I walked close to the window, watching my city as I answered.

“Sister…”

“Brother…” she said sweetly.

She sounded better. Happy.

It compelled a smile on my lips, only for it to drop the next second.

“You sound like a weak old goat.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. How’s your trip?”

“Odd for you to ask that… wanna know who’s curled up on my sheets too?”

I frowned. “Spare me the details.”

“Whatever.”

I was glad she finally gave Isaac the chance, although it was clear about my obvious distaste for him, but I was willing to set that aside. What Athena needed right now was a companion.

“How long will your vacation take?”

“As long as possible until I say otherwise. I think I’m better off taking as much sea air as I want… the view is nice, and it’s quiet.”

“Athena…”

“Hmm…?”

When I didn’t say a word, I could tell she was smiling, and I knew she read my mind that moment.

“Have fun…” She blew a kiss before ending the call.

~☆~

I slowly walked the corridor, stepping into the casino. I observed everything from the second floor until my eyes settled on Vixen at the table, talking with the dealer.

I pushed off the railing and ambled down the stairs, and before her men could step in, mine already acted.

She looked up, eyes going wide in shock as I sat opposite her.

“How about a game, Vixen…?” I asked, picking up the cards. “You love games, don’t you?”

She was yet to say a word, still gaping at me like she had seen a ghost. It was expected, given the fact that my movement was claimed to be at the fighting ring.

After Nico narrowed down Isaac’s movements, everything else fell in place. The cameras in the penthouse had been messed with, which meant most of the footage I saw while I was away was recorded. Catherine was never home at night.

I think everything clicked in after the King’s estate fire.

I focused too much on trying to pin down a stranger, not knowing my closet associate was someone next to me, which explains why her moves were done perfectly and felt like there was a mirror over me.

There was only one person who had ever seen all of me.

“The stakes will be higher… I heard that’s your style.”

Have I mentioned how fucking sexy she looks in a black wig? And those green eye contacts made me picture how they would look drowned in pleasure.

Her lips pressed together, two beats passed before an irresistible grin spread on her black painted lips.

“I have dreamed of this moment…” Her voice was softer, husky, and the urge to hunt down every male that had heard such a seductive voice was tempting.

“I knew you would figure it out one way or the other. I just wasn’t expecting it so soon.” She leaned upright, and I got a good view of her dress, tight against her frame.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I murmured. “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking… Only if you win.”

“The joke’s on you Don King, because I don’t plan on losing.”

I’d seen her angry, seen her soft.. but this? This is new. And I liked it far more than I should.