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The Demon's Bride

When I open the door, the delivery man stands right here before my very own eyes with a very bright and big smile, saying out happily and composedly the words, “Good morning, Miss Mila Brooks.” I don’t want to be rude to him, but honestly speaking, I woke up in a sour, bitter mood today. With a feigned, insincere, and faked-up smile, I reply him: “Good morning. What can I do for you, sir?” He is standing there with a bunch of cutely and amazing-looking flowers. They must be fairly expensive and delicate too. Are they for me? I am wondering quietly and noiselessly. “I have got this special delivery for you,” he intones freely. “It is from a man who honestly and sincerely loves you. Where can I put them please, ma’am?” “Right here please!” On my living room table that is—it is one hundred per cent glass made and fashioned up. I live here with my two best friends, Chloe and Zoey. Yes! The three of us are all fresh and beautiful girls in their mid and early-on twenties. I am the eldest after Chloe. She is twenty-seven; I am twenty-six; and Zoey is just twenty-one years old. There is a note brought along with the flowers which I detect and come across after the delivery man is gone away and disappeared. It indicates: Hi, sweetie. I am missing you big time; I hope to see you at my album lunch tonight at 8 here in Las Vegas. Yours faithfully; Chase Hughes. Chase Hughes is a popular musician and actor here in Hollywood. He is a member and singer of the well-liked boy band—Butterfly ...

... Boys. They are just the three of them; Chase Hughes and his dearly most treasured two buddies: Dylan Moore and Carter Martins. Together, in a career spanning over six damn years and two wildly successful albums, they have sold over 35 million albums and grossed a net worth of over a hundred and fifteen million dollars. Oh yes! They are really that rich and successful; but not so is my on-and-off, sex-and-fight relationship with Chase himself. I work for the Paparazzi, and it was through my job and field that I got to meet and fall in love with him. For now, we are not seeing each other, possibly thinking up to break our bond and continue on with our prosperous lives as before. Chase is a living hell and stunning handsome Son of The Devil all in one! Screw him for it! My phone rings three hours later. I am at work. The Graham House of Paparazzi which is—organizing and collecting up stuff. Of course! This is Zoey Williams calling to find out what plans I specifically have—if any—for tonight. She sounds moderately happy and ecstatic. “Would you mind going out for dinner with Chloe-y and I? It is going to be much more fun and amusement, I promise, my dearest girlfriend.” I breath and heave out a sigh of relief. “The Butterfly Boys are releasing their third studio album tonight in Downtown. I have to be there, Zoey.” She abruptly sounds a bit disappointed and let down. “Why? Do you still have feelings for Chase? I thought that you guys are over and done with. Are you doing this ...