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The Devil's Prey

Whitney Warmer had a simple dream to be happy and keep her siblings safe. But her father chooses to leave a bounden for her owing his tyrant boss, secretly known as the Devil, a huge sum of money. Kevin Smart, everyone's nightmare, popularly known as the devil. Rich, handsome, but ruthless. Mercy is a word that did not exist in his dictionary. He grew up without love and trust. He destroys whoever betrays him. Mr. Warmer, his formal Secretary, sold the trade secret of his company to a competitor causing the company to lose out on a billion dollar deal. Although Mr. Warmer dead before Kevin could touch him, Kevin was unwilling to let it go. So his wrath was taken out on his children. Whitney was the oldest, and she protected her younger siblings. If she were destroyed, the others would be miserable. So he singled her out. But why does his heart skip a beat anytime there is tears in her eyes? Find out.

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Teen party

Whitney went to work on Friday. During the week, she tried her best to get more customers. That afternoon as soon as she arrived at her table, she was told that the manager wanted to see her.

Whitney had a bad feeling, she knew that the man had some thoughts about her, but she could not refuse to go.

She picked up her phone and went over to the manager's office.

*knock knock

She tapped on the door. She hoped the man would ask her to go away, but it was only her wishful thinking. "Come in," His voice came from inside.

Whitney forced a smile to her face and pushed the door open.

"Good afternoon, sir," She bowed her head. She honestly did not want to be in the same space with him alone.

The manager runs his eyes through the girl before him. Even in her formal attire, a particular part of his body was moved. The manager licked his tongue.

His actions did not escape Whitney, but she could only pretend to be blind after all, he had not done anything to her yet.

"Sit down," the manager smiled. Whitney did as was told. She waited for the man to say what was on his mind. After all, it would be stupid to jump to conclusions.

"I heard about your debt," He stated. Whitney swallowed, but she did not make any comment. Seeing her act so stubbornly the manager smiled. He was not in a hurry.

"How much do you owe?" He asked. Whitney did not feel like answering him after all, she knew he would not help her out genuinely.

"Twenty million," even if she knew he would not help, she still answered him.

The man was shocked when he heard this. He thought she owed like one or two million. Of course, he could not afford to give her so much money, but he would not say that.

"How about you be my woman for some time, and I pay your debt," He lied.

Whitney was irritated. She was no fool. Although he was a marking manager, she did not believe he could give her that much money.

"you give me the money first, and I will cooperate," Whitney replied. She hated the old man, but if he could save her from the devil, she might consider giving in. The problem was that she was not sure he had the means.

The manager who was prepared to convince her was surprised by her reply. He took a deep breath, but he really did not have twenty million to spare. Even if he had it lying somewhere, would he really use it in exchange for a woman? "Whitney, you take me for a fool. What if I hand over the money to you and you run away," He asked.

"You are right, but what if I give myself to you and you don't give me the money," Whitney asked. The manager swallowed. After all, he planned to keep her for three months and give her two million at the end of the day.

"How about this? Spend the weekend with me, and I will give you a million," The manager said. He has been thinking of having her, and this was an opportunity. He could lose that amount of money to satisfy his fantasy.

Whitney bit her lips. She was really tempted. If she got this one million, then she would be in need of nineteen.

She sat down and thought for a long time. Although she still hated the idea of selling herself, a deal like this was better than selling herself to the devil for two years or more.

"I agree, but just Saturday and Sunday," Whitney said. She wanted to go home and ensure that her sister and brother would be fine while she was gone.

"Okay," the manager smiled. Whitney felt disgusted, but she could only swallow that feeling and leave the office.

She felt broken inside, but she thought that this was the only road in front of her.

Later that evening

"I will be at work for the weekend. You must watch your brother while I am gone," Whitney told her sister. Gracy looked at her big sister, she could tell she was not going to her usual work, but she felt the question was too heavy to ask.

"Don't worry, I will do my best, but I was going to visit Sandra tomorrow. She is hosting her birthday party," Gracy said.

"Don't go," Whitney immediately refused. She could not believe that her sister would still dare to think about going to a party, knowing their situation.

"it's during the day. I promise I will not stay so long," Gracy said. Her father used to allow her to party. Anyway, since her sister spread the false information, nobody dared to touch her. She believes that even if she were at a party, nobody would touch her.

Whitney did not feel comfortable, but she knew her stubborn her sister could be.

"take Kelly with you. We can not leave him. Home by himself," Whitney said. She hoped that because of his presence, Gracey would remember to return early. She was not sure of her fate. She might not be able to call back and check.

"I have spoken to Mrs Vivian; she is willing to watch him for three hours," Gracey said. She did not want to have her brother with her. That would only put her in an awkward position.

"Mrs Vivian, really?" Whitney was surprised. She thought that her sister had learned a bit of responsibility after their father's death, but she felt that everything was only her wishful thinking.

"What? Mrs Vivian likes Kelly a lot, and she has always helped us watch him since mother's death," Gracey felt that her sister was acting too dramatic.

"that was then, things are different now, and you know it," Whitney argued.

"So, she still watched over Kelly after we were taken away the last time. Although she might be a big mouth, he is safer with her than at a teen party," Gracey said.

"Alright," Whitney agreed. She felt that her point was valid. It might be too much for a six-year-old to hang out with a bunch of teenagers. Moreover, no matter what she said, she knew Gracey would not listen.