۞ IX ۞

Three days before Annika's 21st birthday

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DONNA HAD A FEELING THAT THE TWO BOOKS SHE BOUGHT from Miss Jane were made for her. Why? Well, the main protagonist in both the stories was the oldest daughter of a Marquis with the 5th Royal Princess of the Kingdom, and who was sold by her mom to the Devil before she was born. Familiar, isn't it?

Though she couldn't deny that the stories were darn good and spicy in a toe-curling level, it was in a way she hates it because the protagonist were, one hundred percent, written as herself, so it was weird, because the similarities were impossible to ignore. Though the writers had different ways to approach both romances. And there was the fact that the male lead was, well… the Devil.

A supposedly turn down, in her initial point of view. However, both the writers made him in a way that made her magic and her hormones unstable.

So much that she burned her bed so many times reading them that she managed to pulverize it. And the bed was magically made to withstand her Hell Fire. So, yes. She got quite horny and that was bad for her room, and horrible for her mattress.

With the intention of giving them later to Lewis, she made sure to add as many notes to both books as she could. Always taunting him, thinking, why not? He'll enjoy all the books since I added notes to all of them, so they will all have a part of me, and I'll leave that to him before I'm gone.

The night before Donna took care of Tiana and Bruno's abusers and made quite the bloody mess before she burned them to dust in a way that made it obvious that she was the culprit. Not that anyone could do shit about that. Now only Miriam's husband was left, and it made it easy that they hadn't had a child together, which meant she wouldn't have to make any kid an orphan.

Donna spent quite some time with Lewis too, always going near the line they can't cross without him getting deadly hurt. He also gave her the books A Love for the Princess, and Breaking Her Curse, with his notes, so she could read, add hers to it, and give it back to him. And again, with the little she read of them, she could tell both protagonists were shamelessly heavily inspired on her. If she could call that inspiration instead of fanfic.

Thankfully, none of these two books had the Devil as the male main character, like the two she had chosen for herself. In the A Love for the Princess, the male lead was a lost Prince from another Kingdom who was on her territory and fell for her after she helped him out without knowing who he was. Whereas on Breaking Her Curse, the male lead was a noble Knight who was enamored by the Princess since they met, and who also became a Knight for her.

She didn't even need to read them to know which of them was Lewis' favorite. It was the one he could see himself as the male lead, so, the second one. Which was also highlighted by the obscene number of notes. Donna believed he had managed to add one in each of the 375 pages.

Donna had the two Devil-related romances into one of the small spatial bags into her back pocket when she left her chambers at 6 pm. But to her displeasure, in her way out she met her siblings, her father, and that wrench of a stepmother, who seemed to be coming back from a daylight ball of the neighbor County. And they seemed specially inclined on messing with her, probably because the alcohol all of them drank messed with their brain cells responsible for warning them of the danger she represents.

Either way, they stopped her from leaving.

Her mood that was lightly, turned sour and bitter in the same instant her siblings blocked her way, using their stupid higher height to their advantage. As if that would block her from doing anything. She could easily break their legs on the position she was, and she has the strength to it.

"What do you want?" She hissed impatiently.

But seeing how fowl her mood was, the twins felt even more inclined in poking the savage beast, "Where do you think you're going, Corvina?" Clarice-Ysabella asked with a vicious grin, holding Donna's wrist too tight.

"You aren't going out tonight," her father grinned in the most disgusting way possible. "You will entertain us a bit, got it? Your wrench of a mother ain't present anymore to entertain me, and I can touch you because of what that Devil did. So, let your sibling and my love do it for me, will you?"

Donna's eyes widened and she got wary, "What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"Tsk," her brother clicked his tongue and put a tight black bracelet on her left wrist. "You ain't going to use that fire on us tonight, little viper."

She clenched her teeth, feeling her magic dormant, "What in the fucking hell is this? Take this off right fucking now, Gregory-Alexander, or I swear I'll roast your ass!"

Gwendolyn came closer and slapped Donna's face with all the strength she could managed, and that huge hand almost covered her entire face, "How dare you talk like that to your brother, you savage beast? Tsk. Take her, Greg, we must teach her a lesson before the Devil kills her. She must learn how to respect us. What? You think you are a Royal Princess, little wrench? Your orange hair means nothing to us anymore!"

"If you think I'll let this, go, you are fucking wrong," Donna gave them a psychopathic grin. "I may die in three days, but I'll take you all with me. I swear to Gods, I'll take each of you. I'll kill you so horribly that you won't ever forget no matter how many times you reincarnate!"

Her father scoffed, "You will never be able to kill me because you can't touch me, Corvina."

I fucking hate this name. "Oh, but I'll find a way!"

"No, you won't," he grinned widely. "Greg, take this bitch and bring her to the dungeon. Let's end this night with some family entertainment, shall we?"

"Have you gone insane?" Donna yelled. "If you try to harm me, Gregory-Alexander, I will rip your huge body to pieces. Dad may be saved from my touch, but you ain't!"

But the alcohol didn't let him think straight, "I do not fear you, Corvina. You're a dying person. Nothing to fear."

Oh, he has no idea of what's to come. Donna tried to kick him, but it was useless. "What the fuck is this shit you put on my wrist?"

Her sister grinned, "Oh, that? An artifact I got from the Crown Prince as a courting present." Ew, she's going to marry my cousin? That ain't happening. I won't let her become Queen. "It blocks the magic of the one who has it locked in its writs. You can't use your Hell Fire, neither your super strength, so don't even try it!"

Gregory-Alexander threw her over his shoulder like a potatoes sack, and followed their father down to their so-called dungeon, where they usually torture their prisoners from other Kingdoms, or spies from the other territories. "Put me the fuck down," Donna yelled, and looked at the Knights around who had a grin on their ugly faces. Fuckers. I'll kill them all. I'll kill each of these bastards who are enjoying my disgrace.

"You are too free. It was a mistake to let you be as free as you are, Corvina!" Her father exclaimed opening the door of the dungeon. "I should have given you the same treatment I gave your mother. If it wasn't for that Devil, she would never have raised her voice to go against me. I owned her and she was a fucking ungrateful slut!"

His words made her nauseous. Did he abuse my mother? Was Lewis right on his suspicions? What happened? "What do you mean? What did you do to my mother?"

"Oh, I bet you want to know," he grinned, and it was beyond gross to her. "Put the slut down on the bed with her face and belly down, Greg!" He ordered and his son did exactly that, ignoring her attempts of a fight.

And Clarice-Ysabella was quick to tie her wrists and ankles with the thick leather handcuffs. "Can I spank her too, daddy?" She asked in the sweetest voice she could manage, strengthening Donna's nausea. "I've been dying to do this for a year, but that annoying Hell Fire made it hard for me to play."

"Of course, you can, sweetie. You will all take turns teaching her a big lesson, and I'll stay here, watching everything since I can't do anything because of the spell the Devil casted on her to keep her safe from me."

Spell? Keep me safe from my father? Fuck. I don't understand. I need answers. Did my mother bargain with him in exchange of this spell? I don't get it. "You will regret it," Donna growled. "Hurt as much as you want tonight, because in three nights I will become your worst nightmare!"