The devil’s wager
Mikhail’s interest piqued, he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "I'll consider your proposal, But know this if I accept, she'll be mine completely. Body, soul, and heart. I don't like my toys wandering about."
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"Please, Mr. Moretti...I'll get the money back," Mr. Amici begged, his voice cracking.
Mikhail's gaze shifted downward, his piercing obsidian eyes fixing on Mr. Amici. A smirk curled his lips as he rested his angular chin in his hands. "Ooohhh...and how are you going to pay the money then, hmm?" Mikhail's tone dripped with playful menace.
Mr. Amici stammered, fear-induced perspiration flowing from his forehead. "I...I...uhmm..."
Mikhail leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief and ruthlessness. "Come now, Mr. Amici. You're a clever man. Surely you have something valuable to offer?"
In desperation, Mr. Amici blurted out, "I...I...I will give you my daughter!"
The room fell silent. Mikhail's smirk faltered, his eyes widening in genuine surprise.
"Your daughter?" Mikhail repeated, his voice measured.
Mr. Amici's voice trembled. "Y-yes...I'll give you my daughter."
From then on life as she knew it changed.....