Key To Happiness my mute devil

"Marry her and you are guaranteed to be the next empire ruler" Nix eyes feel on the picture before him and let out a silent scoff as his eyes scanned the photo before him 'Her name is Carmela..Carmela Dalton" Nix eyes lit up hearing the name that was mentioned

"You mean she's the daughter of the Alpha one family? The one every one aimed to kill?" Although his tone seemed soft,the person seated across him could feel the excitement that laced his tone and he hated it

"Yes she is..but she remembers nothing about that"

"And you are willing to give her position as the ruler to me and not just that keep her in my clutch?" He used the pretense of shock to hide the fact that he has been wanting this offer for a long time "Aren't you afraid that I'll torture your best friend to death? Zamiel" he look up from the picty to be met by Zamiel cold eyes which was filled with void

"Do you dare?" Zamiel responded the air surrounding them slowly started getting dense but their conversation was interrupted by the shattering of glass from across the room. Nix suddenly smiles unlike him picking up the photo

"I'll think about the marriage part but until then she can ease my boredom" he winks taking his leave and Zamiel looks away wondering how exactly things are going to turn out. On one hand one is a cold hearted person while on the other hand the other is mysterious.

"A match made in hell" he scoffs taking another sip from the glass before him.

I looked up at the photo of my grandma placed on the table and a small smile appeared on my face.

Although it's just been two months since she was buried, the pain of departure feels as if it was just yesterday. The ironic smile she had when dying, saying I should be happy, felt like a backstab to me because there was no way I'd be happy without her by my side.

She played the role of the mother I never had, unlike that of a grandma, and seeing the lengths she reached just to have an orphan like me in her custody I feel even more indebted to her, because she gave an orphan who had no hope of having a complete family hope again, well even if the family isn't complete as I always imagined and both her kids are always out there getting into one problem or the other.

"Young miss, your phone is ringing" I turned to find one of the maids pointing to the phone I was holding.

I gave a small smile and nodded before making my way towards my room.

"He..hello," I said after taking a deep breath several times, trying to prepare myself mentally for whatever the caller had installed.

"Carmela, please help me; I'm about to lose my mind!" I heard editor Damien say from the other end of the phone

"What..what happened? And how..how am I supposed to be of help to you editor Damian?" I managed to respond after taking a seat on my bed.

"You can be of help by completing what you started, I know it's not the right time to say this but I've placed your book on hold for two months and I fear if we don't pick up from where you stopped the readers are going to start a protest or something" I heard him complain which I could understand, but why, why can't they just understand my own opinion?

I never wanted to write that book, I just thought it could be a good idea for Grandma to incorporate it in her book but she turned it into a separate book making me the sole owner

"But I.."

"I know you depended on your grandma before now because of your situation, and she did explain everything to me before her passing, and I can promise you wouldn't have to face anyone; just send me your work, and I'll handle the rest, okay," he said and ended the call on me.

I wanted to scream and throw a tantrum but the only one who listens to them is no longer around. I sighed, looking at the photo we both took at my bedside and remembering good times brought a smile to my face.

She was one who always believed in me even when no one did, she did. I never got adopted because I was a selective mutism patient, but she never looked down on me or my condition. Instead, she kept saying she saw something that no one could.

Well, that may be because she's a writer and loves to think outside the box, but I don't think I can be as great and good as she is.

But what are the chances that I'd be able to survive in this house?

What are the chances that I wouldn't let her hope and trust in me be shattered?

What are the chances that I'd be able to fulfill the dreams she had for me with success?

And the chances that I'd completely recover from being mute and be able to have a proper conversation with others just like she wished?

I took a deep breath and took a step towards my study table where my writing materials were laid and picked up my pen and diary, hoping I could write something, but nothing came.

I took a look at my phone to find it was just a few minutes past eight and I sighed in relief. If I can pick up my pace, I can surely write an entire chapter before midnight and send it to editor Damian.

"This is for you, dearest grandma," I said inwardly, taking a look at the plain sheet In front of me but sighed, slamming myself on the table as I didn't know where to start or where exactly I was headed.

I picked up my phone, hoping to at least get some inspiration as I scrolled through the emails I had sent to the editor, but it seemed I'd have to start reading everything from the start.

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"To be a perfect woman is to be the woman in Proverbs 31." I remembered the priest's words as I stared at the statue before me, wondering if I could truly be the person he spoke of..'The perfect woman' even with my inability

"Child, you've been seated here for long. What could your issue be?" I looked up to find the priest and hurriedly stood to my feet with a sigh of respect "My darling child you've been made to go through so much at such a young age but by his stripes we're healed.." he patted my head as I look at my feets "There would come a time when it seems there's no hope and it's the end of everything but if only you believe then I tell you that it is only the beginning" he smiled at me. I would be lying if I said I understood what he just said if it is a Bible verse or just a piece of advice as I've never read through the Bible or wanted to come to church, but I always had to come because Grandma always wanted to be here and I always wanted to be around her. And since she's gone I feel this is the only place I can feel her presence. My phone began vibrating in my bag and seeing the caller ID I answered on the third ring

"Carmela where are you..hurry up back home"

"I'm... I'm at the church" I manage to respond

"Hurry back now"

"I'm on my way Suzy, what is the hurry" I said excusing myself from the priest with a nod as I hurriedly picked up my back and made my way towards the exit where the cab I hired was waiting