Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

Markus placed the rope on the table, making various patterns before finally placing the food tray over it.

He then pulled the second end of rope, confirming if the tray was fitting in the ropes and gladly it did.

"Hold this." Markus said while passing the rope tied food tray to the old chef.

With that he took the second end of rope with him.

"Follow me." Markus said once again, before walking towards the other end of the pool.

After reaching there, Markus looked back at the old chef, confirming if he was on the spot. Once confirmed, he looked up, a smile blooming on his face as he tied the rope on his wirst.

He quickly jumped high, hooking his hands in the gaps between the building design. With that he lifted one hand, reaching for the higher gap and climbing higher, groaning a little in the process as his wounds were still raw.

​ He was about to take another step when he felt the rope move beneath him.

He looked down, only to find the old chef jumping.

"What are you doing!" Markus exclaimed in a whisper, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Following you, young master." The old chef replied matter of factly, carrying the tray in one hand, the other arm extended to hold the wall gap.

Markus, at that very instant, felt like banging his head on the wall beside. Yes, his men were obedient, way too obedient. But they needed to have some common sense about where to apply that obedience.

How could the old chef think that Markus will make an old man climb the building behind him, that too while carrying the precious food tray he was intending to pass Kizy.

"Just stay still on the ground. No need to follow me." Markus replied in as calm a voice as he could.

"Yes young master." The old chef replied before going back to his position, relieved that he wasn't made to climb the wall behind Markus.

With that Markus resumed his journey upwards, slowing and groaning a little wherever needed.

Ultimately he was able to reach the balcony to his room after a lot of effort and pain of course. He climbed into his bedroom balcony silently before signalling the old chef and pulling the tray above.

Once he was done, he politely mouthed a thank you to the old chef, flustering him a little, before turning around, ready for his ultimate mission now.

He took a deep breath before opening the balcony door, which fortunately wasn't locked from inside.

And the moment he entered the bedroom, he already regretted his life choices.

Kizy was standing on alert mode, a gun in her hand, while her expressions couldn't look any more deadly.

If not for the tray he was carrying, even Markus would have raised his arms to surrender himself.

"Wifey it's me." Markus said in a gentle tone, hoping Kizy would dissipate that killer aura soon.

And Kizy was momentarily stupefied, speechless at Markus's unnecessary filmy actions.

She had felt some light noises near her balcony door, putting up her guard. And thus here she was, patiently waiting with a gun pointed to kill her enemy. Though the enemy turned out to be her beloved husband.

She instantly put the gun down, sighing a little before something came to her mind.

And Marlus who was just about to relax was not given a chance to do so.

"Are you out of your mind??" Kizy screamed at Markus.

"Why?" Markus asked cluelessly, hoping for this ordeal to end soon so that he could have a peaceful talk with Kizy.

"Who climbs the building with broken ribs and poisonous injuries?? Markus, can you not do this to me? Can you at least learn to take care of yourself for my sake and stop making me worried sick all the time?" Kizy said, on the verge of crying as tears were threatening to fall down her face.

"Hey… hey look.. Please don't cry. Please please, I am sorry, real sorry. Look at me, I am alright, healthy and totally fine. Can I look any healthier? No… But still I won't repeat this again." Markus said, placing the food tray on the side before coming near Kizy.

But the more you tell someone to not cry, it only makes the situation worse. Hence Kizy, who could have managed to compose herself moments ago, ended up crying out loud.

"Kizy… please don't. Every single tear of yours pierces my heart a thousand times. So please forgive me. I won't ever make you worried again." Markus said before wiping away her tears, caressing her cheeks.

Kizy cried a little more before her tears eventually died down while Markus kept hugging her like the most precious treasure in this world.

"I am sorry for being a crybaby. I just don't have control over my emotions anymore." Kizy said.

"That's totally fine my sweetheart. As long as you are not sad and crying, any emotion is good to me." Markus said while rubbing her head lovingly.

"Anything is fine as long as I am not crying?" Kizy asked in a playful voice.

"Hmmmm." Markus said while nodding.

"Then take me along with you!" Kizy asked in a childlike manner, her eyes glowing like that of a little girl asking for her favourite candy.

"No." Markus instantly replied, knowing his wife could easily trap him.

"See, and you say-" Kizy said while slapping Markus' chest and Markus groaned loudly.

"Aahhh!" Markus cried out loud.

"Shit! I am sorry, truly sorry. I momentarily forgot about your injury. Is it hurting very badly? What should I do? God I am so stupid!" Kizy started rambling while gently rubbing over Markus's chest, as if that would soothe his pain.

And the next minute, her hands were held above her head, while she was pushed all the way back to the bedroom wall as Markus's other arm circled around her tiny waist, her cold hands looking so fragile in his warm big palm.

He looked at her straight in the eye as his eyes darkened, something threatening to lose all control.

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- Kizy

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