Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 44: SISTER

Damon hands paused just before it could reach Ophelia hair as he tightened his fists trying to restrain himself.

He then slowly and gently pushed Ophelia away, forcing out a smile, "You must be tired go rest." Damon said trying his best to stay calm as he felt his face occasionally twitching from anger and disgust, by the time he got to the bottom of this, he would definitely spare no one involved.

"Baby, why don’t you change all the paintings to that of flowers, like I said earlier I have changed and have outgrown these one." Ophelia acted coyly throwing her hands round Damon’s neck making him more uncomfortable.

"It would be done." Damon said simply as he unlocked Ophelia’s hand from his neck feeling cringe about how she had addressed him just now.

His Ophelia would never call him baby, no matter how tempted she was, she had always said it sounded childish and she was not going to use it.

If it was before, Damon would have teased her about it but now he felt that there was no use, he was with the woman he had longed to before years but there was still that emptiness within him.

Damon was convinced that the Ophelia before him was a fake but the only problem was that, no one would dare to impersonate Ophelia and come to him because he knew Ophelia like the back of his hands.

So the person was risking both provoking the most ruthless witch that has ever existed and also him, the devil.

"Damon? Are you even listening to what I am saying at all?" Ophelia asked interrupting Damon’s thought making him furrow his brows in frustration, it seemed the fakes was a talkative, he was usually the one that does most of the talking in the past just to provoke Ophelia to anger during those periods.

"I was saying that we should think of having children." Ophelia repeated tugging on Damon’s shirt as she pouted her lips.

She knew that sooner or later, Damon would catch on to whatever was going on, so it was best to either make him fall in love with her or get pregnant with his child so that it would be harder for him to get rid of her.

Damon was stunned for a second hearing her suggestion, he felt laughter building within him but he held it in keeping a staright face looking at the green eyes that were looking at him with expectations filled in them.

"You know what the vampires did to you, it’s not safe having a child now, so we can’t think about it until we have gotten rid of out enemies." Damon explained with no expression on his face, a child? That was something that he has not even thought of with the real Ophelia talkless of a fake.

Damon gripped onto Ophelia’s hand tightly and disappeared from the hallway appearing in a bedroom that was dark.

Separating from Ophelia, Damon stepped forward and opened the curtain revealing a king-sized bed that was stationed at the center of the room.

The bed furniture looked shiny and glossy as the sunlight reflected on it.

The bed was covered with whit while the pillow case and bed sheet were made up of black with patterned roses on top. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ophelia raised her left eyebrow in shock and surprise as she did not expect for the devil to have such a comfy looking bed, she was expecting haystacks or something like that.

"I’m a living thing too, I need as much comfort and luxury as I can get." Damon replied the question that floated in Ophelia head.

Opehlia felt her face flush as she had forgotten about the fact that Damon could read minds if he wanted too, but doesn’t that mean the stuff she thought about children that time were heard by him.

"Go to bed." Damon said lazily as he tossed Ophelia onto the bed effortlessly before disappearing into thin air leaving Opehlia in her disselved and shocked way on the bed.

Ophelia gritted her teeth in anger as she glared at the place where Damon stood, no matter how hard she had tried in the past to break Ophelia and Damon’s relationship every means possible she could not, they were like two pieces joined together with an adhesive, no matter how hard she tried they still stuck together.

Luckily for her, when Duane needed help he sought her first probably because she was the only one next to Ophelia in witchcraft and had the knowledge it takes.

At first she rejected the offer, but later on started thinking positive that if by any chance Damon manages to fall in love with her own version of Ophelia more then how she got him would be in history and would be forgotten and forgiven, so all she needed were opportunities.

All men loved coquettish and cute ladies right? And then that was what she would paint herself to be.

She had already decided in her heart that for Damon she could be anything or anyone at any time, no matter the cost.

"I see you are forming a little scheme in that broken head of yours." A figure wearing a cloak appeared beside the window adjacent to Ophelia, resting on the curtain.

Ophelia looked up in surprise as she stared at the figure, this was the whole master mind.

Ophelia had seen him appear few times Infront of her to discuss with Duane but he has never removed his cloak, not even when Duane demanded it so that there could be transparency.

"Don’t forget your mission." The figure warned before disappearing without any other word.

Ophelia could not care less about the mission, she was here on her own mission and she was out for what she would gain and that was Damon the rest was not really her business, they were just tools she used to get closer to what she wanted.

"Sister, I hope you won’t be mad at me from your grave." Ophelia mumbled to herself with a weird smile on her face.