I am a demon—no, not the fiery, screaming, cliché type. I’m the kind that feeds on the shattered remains of human relationships. Heartbreak, betrayal, sobbing on cold floors—I live for that stuff. I’ve always hated love. Despised it. Never understood why humans cling to something so fragile, so easily torn apart. My favorite pastime? Watching their perfect little romances crumble, just so I can feast on the bitter sorrow that follows.
Then along came Dwayne Jameson. Rich, handsome, and stupidly in love with a woman who wasn’t even his wife. I expected chaos, scandal, delicious drama. A mistress versus wife showdown, claws and curses, maybe even a murder or two. But the wife? She died too early, poisoned to death by the mistress—such a waste of potential.
Still, it wasn’t over. Dwayne took his mistress Alycia and made her his new wife, giving her everything—his wealth, his devotion, his bleeding heart. Problem was, she didn’t love him. She loved his bank account. Perfect, right? I whispered, I stirred, I corrupted every little doubt in his mind. But he resisted. Love made him blind and stubborn, and I—well, I snapped.
If I couldn’t break him through him, I’d help Alycia accelerate her plans. She wanted to ruin him slowly? Too bad. I took her petty schemes and turned them into an inferno. What should’ve taken ten years to collapse, I destroyed in one. Oh, and it tasted divine. Dwayne, broken beyond repair, died in despair. Not my fault. I did my job.
But when I returned to the demon realm, head held high and stomach full, Garland—the all-powerful head demon—was furious. He wanted to strip me of my powers. Said I crossed the line. Said I shouldn’t have interfered with Dwayne's fate because I didn’t know how his story was supposed to end. I told him he was being sentimental. Trusting humans? Laughable.
He didn’t take kindly to my arrogance. Changed my punishment. Told me I had to live by Dwayne’s side—as his wife—for three years. Keep my powers only if I don’t fall in love with him. Lose them forever if I do.
Me? Fall in love? With a human? Please.
I laughed in his face and took the bet.
Now tell me—who do you think will win?
Garland… or me?