Evelynz's breath caught as she recognized the bodyguard who answered her. He was the one who had handed her the contract, the one whose face had been etched into her memory ever since that day.
But now, his words hit her like a cold wave. She stared at him in disbelief, certain she must have misheard. "Carlos Tyler?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes searched his face for any sign of humor, a smirk, anything that might suggest he was joking. But his expression remained unyielding, his features carved in stone. He wasn't smiling.
He didn't answer her. Instead, he turned to face forward, closed his eyes, and fell into an unsettling silence.
A chill crawled up her spine. Her hands began to tremble. Fear gripped her like a vice. The name lingered in her mind, growing heavier with each passing second.
"Carlos Tyler."
"Carlos Tyler"
"Carlos Tyler"
The name echoed in her ears, growing louder with every beat of her racing heart. It wasn't just a name—it was a legend. Almost everyone in the world knew it, whispered it, and feared it.
Carlos Tyler wasn't just one of the richest men alive; he was a force of nature. His power and influence stretched across continents, leaving an indelible mark wherever he went. In terms of popularity, no introduction was ever needed—his name alone carried enough weight to silence rooms.
Everyone also knows him for one thing, It was his ruthlessness. Carlos Tyler was a man who never gave second chances. His decisions were absolute, his punishments final. He was a man people feared more than they respected, a shadow that loomed large in both boardrooms and back alleys.
People had given him a name: 'THE DEMON'
It wasn't just a metaphor—it was a warning. Crossing Carlos Tyler was like signing your own death warrant. Evelynz's knees felt weak as the realization hit her. She had married not just a man but this man.
And there was no going back now.
Carlos Tyler, yes, he is a handsome demon. Though he was ruthless and scary, every woman dreamed to be his woman. Not only the fact that he was rich, he was also handsome. All demons are always handsome and breathtaking. Every woman wanted him to be theirs.
He was rumored to have entered the company since he was young. He became the CEO at the age of 20 and turned into the coldest and most ruthless CEO ever that changed the company positively.
Carlos Tyler had turned the company into an international powerhouse. Within just a few years, it had grown into a multinational corporation, dominating markets and crushing competitors. His name was a warning, a shadow that loomed large over even the most confident of rivals.
Even the company's shareholders, some of the wealthiest and most powerful individuals in the world, were terrified of him. Executives who dared challenge him soon learned there were no second chances with Carlos Tyler. Entire corporations tread lightly around his empire, fearing the consequences of crossing him.
Evelyn sat stiffly in the car, her body tense as though frozen in place. She stared out of the window, her eyes fixed on the passing streets, though she barely registered them. Her neck felt as though it couldn't move, her head locked in place by the weight of her realization.
Her hand trembled uncontrollably, and she clenched it tightly, as if doing so could somehow hold back the fear crashing over her. She had just married a demon.
The contract she had signed wasn't a joke—it never had been. She understood that now, far too late. Every word of it carried weight, binding her to a man who wouldn't hesitate to destroy her for the slightest mistake.
Evelyn's throat felt dry, and she swallowed hard, her mind racing. She couldn't afford to falter, not even once. One wrong step, and her life could be forfeit.
The car moved steadily forward, but all Evelyn could feel was the oppressive weight of her new reality pressing down. She rolled down the car's glass making the fresh air hit her face. She closed her eyes, if only the breeze could brush away her fear…