Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 61: GONE

"I already told you I’m not in the mood." Damon hissed angrily unlocking her hands from his neck, he was tired of this, he needed a plan to lure the enemy out as soon as possible because this was more brain draining than fighting in a war itself.

Pretending to like a self entitled bitch that whines about everything was really stressing his brain cells out.

"Damon don’t you love me again." Mika said with teary eyes as she stared at him looking hurt.

Damon sighed deeply frustrated it was always like this everytime, she would always ask whether or not he loved her.

His heart broke everytime he have to say I love to this fake, "What do you mean Ophelia, I love you with all of my heart." Damon cooed softly holding her shoulders, meanwhile all his thoughts was to rip those arms apart from her body maybe it would teach her a lesson.

"Then why don’t you want to have sex with me." Mika sobbed holding Damon’s wrists as his hands laid on her shoulder.

Damon slyly removed his hands and faked a smile at her, "I already told you, I am tired for this today all I need now is rest." Damon said disappearing immediately, he was not too sure how long he could go on again without ripping the bitch’s lungs out of her throat.

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"What do you mean you can’t find a trace of her?!" Silva yelled at the people before him clearing his table, he was so frustrated right now, he had finally had Ophelia to himself and now she was gone just like that and without a word.

"We searched everywhere boss but we can’t find her." The men quivered in fear, Silva was a wizard alright but not just any how Wizard, he was the strongest among them all and probably due to the scarcity of wizards he was highly reverend and feared among his kinds.

"I give you guys one more hour, only an hour, I want to see news on that woman or you are all iced." Silva threatened coldly with his eyes glaring daggers at the men before him.

He was worried, maybe she had gone to visit Damon and he had realized that she was the real Ophelia and decided to keep her, either ways he won’t be at peace until he saw Ophelia again before his eyes and she stayed under his roof.

Silva sighed and left the study his knee hitting the table as he pushed the chair back to leave.

He hissed in pain and hit the table angrily, could his day not get any worst.

Silva headed down to Amelia’s room wanting to search for clues but on getting there he met everything cleaned out, the bed frame standing there in it’s naked glory, empty and without any cover, both the bed sheets and bed were gone.

Silva almost felt like screaming his lungs out as he hurried to the closet limping because of the leg he had hit earlier.

He opened the closet to see everything cleared not even a speck of dust was left behind.

When he went to the bathroom, the to check if there was anything left but he discovered it was all gone, the towels and even the bathtub gone.

Silva had this gut feeling that it was Damon that did it, he was probably jealous that Amelia was staying with him so he took everything away, things she touched and used it was a miracle that Damon even left the closet, aside from that standing beside the wall and the bed frame everything in the room was gone, the carpet, the table, the chair, and the curtains.

Could that perverted bastard not even try to be rational for even once, Silva thought as he massaged his head leaning on the bathroom door frame, he was so done with this, he would call in Duane and that man so they would think of another solution.

They all sat at a round table, as usual the other man wore a robe and covered his face with something like a cloth not wanting to be seen.

Silva narrated everything extremely angry especially at the fact that a room in his house was raided.

Duane waited for Silva to finish his explanation before bursting into laughter, "you over imagine things, according to the plan I incited Mika to kill Ophelia that way she would not be able to awaken again and also it would automatically make Damon hate Mika posing to be Ophelia, it is a win win situation for us, I don’t get why you are so worked up about it." Duane shrugged as he popped a sweet that was placed in a glass bowl on the table into in his mouth.

"This is not acceptable, I thought we already agreed on giving Ophelia to me, why plan to kill her behind my back again!!" Silva yelled feeling more enraged, this time he really wished she was with Damon and not dead.

"I don’t get why you are so worked up, because even if she dies now she would end up reincarnating again." Duane responded not seeing why Silva was so worked up about it.

"Isn’t that making it worse, Damon knows when she gets reincarnated, and you know it to." Silva warned he was so angry at these people right now he felt like strangling them, how could they go against the plan they had together.

"Silva, you are the cause of this, it’s on no one else but you, you promised to take Ophelia out of Damon’s sight but they still ended up meeting at a mall, not only that he was able to trace your place and come here himself, so if she is dead now, her blood is on your hands." The robed man finally talked after a long silence, his voice was cold and everything he said carried authority and it sounded well thought, he knew what he was doing and have everything planned out so he wasn’t bothered by the mere hiccups on the road as long as this two men were willing to co-operate with him.

Silva sighed sinking into the chair feeling dismayed.