Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 215

“If you’re not judging me then can’t you tell me what to do about it?” Briar asked hopefully.

Madeline tilted her head, “I can’t just tell you what to do, it’s your decision. I’m just here to be your hype woman or help you make your decision, either one.”

“And wouldn’t you be helping me make my decision by telling me what to do?”

“That won’t work on me.”

“Fine, fine,” Briar said, standing up.

“What are you doing?” Madeline questioned as she watched Briar begin pacing around Indiana’s grave.

“I feel so inappropriate saying this in front of Indiana’s grave.”

“Hmm, we should probably leave now,” Madeline figured.

“Agreed.”

Madeline imagined how Indiana would react to this. She would have given Briar some nice advise on what to do and tell her not to panic.

Briar awkwardly greeted Indiana goodbye, unsure of how to bid her friend goodbye when she was used to doing it in person. Yet another reminder that Indiana was gone, as if the grave she was standing in front of wasn’t one huge reminder already.

They hastily returned, meeting up at Briar’s room.

She plopped down her seat, heaving a deep sigh.

“I can’t believe I spent part of my very first visit to Indiana’s grave talking about my feelings for Adrian,” Briar grumbled.

“Hey, Indiana would have preferred you talk about Adrian rather than telling her how much you miss her and getting all emotional in front of her grave. She would have hated that.”

Briar scoffed, “Alright, you’ve got a point. I guess I shouldn’t be so hung up over that.”

“Heck yeah you shouldn’t.”

Giving Briar a quick hug, Madeline said to her, “If you want to get your feelings off your chest, you could always resort to confessing to Adrian.”

“Confessing to Adrian… But how do I do it? Wouldn’t I need to find the perfect moment to confess to him? Plan the perfect spot to say it? Shouldn’t I prepare some long speech to tell him once I’m ready?”

Madeline gazed at her friend, “If you’re hung up on finding the right moment to confess your feelings, or finding the perfect spot to say it, or preparing some long speech then you’ll never be ready. The heart wants what the heart wants, and if you want to confess to him and see how he responds then go for it, I know you can do it.”

“You can be such an amazing motivational speaker,” Briar commented.

She chuckled, “I guess so.”

“So you think I should confess? Honest opinion.”

“Briar,” Madeline said.

“I know, I know. It’s up to me to decide, but I… I’m terrified.”

“That he’ll reject you?” Madeline questioned.

“Yeah, that he’ll reject me. He has loads of reasons to.”

“Loads of reasons to not reject you, you mean,” Madeline corrected.

“Madeline, how did you do it?”

Madeline placed both her hands on Briar’s shoulders and said to her, “Get yourself together, Briar. Don’t let the nerves get to you. I didn’t know how to do it either, I just let my drive and willingness to confess take over me. I quitted trying to find the right moment to confess and I just did it, I went with the flow. And look at me now.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

“So you think I should confess? I mean, I want to.”

Madeline smiled, “Then do it.”

“What if he rejects you?”

“Let’s not think about that till after you confess.”

“Fine, have it your way.”

Trying her best not to break out into grins and smirks, especially because she knew something Briar didn’t. Well, it was quite obvious, wasn’t it?

Briar probably knew already; the only thing that was keeping her from believing the truth was herself. Her self-doubt, specifically.

“You think I should do it now?” Briar questioned, before she quickly corrected herself, “Wait, never mind. He has work, so I don’t want to distract him.”

In her best imitation of Briar’s voice, Madeline said, “Fine, have it your way.”

Briar nudged Madeline in the rib.

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“Master, I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. They’ve picked up what we’ve left for them to discover,” the servant informed, his head lowered. Pride swelled up in his chest with what he had told his master, prideful that he was able to complete his master’s orders.

“Very well. It should only be a matter of time before they pick up on the other clues. They aren’t fools.”

“Will that be all, master?” The servant asked, unable to meet his master’s gaze.

He was in no place to look the man in the eye. All he could do was lower his head whenever he talked to the man he had dutifully served for many, many years now.

“Hmm, yes. That will be all for now. You may leave me.”

Just as the servant was about to leave, he was stopped.

“And also, make sure to keep an eye on them, if anything happens, you must come to me immediately. You understand?”

“Yes, master,” the servant answered, bowing his head before the man before he left, off to fulfil his master’s orders.

The man the servant had referred to as ‘master’ sat down on his seat, sitting on it like it was some kind of great throne as he placed his feet up on his desk. A smirk was etched on his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction. Everything was coming together, just as planned.

“Soon, they will pay for everything they’ve done to me and you,” the man said, looking down at a certain something that was placed on his desk. He played with a pen before he crushed it in his hand with ample ease. He whispered, “I’ll do you justice. I will avenge you, even if I have to sacrifice my life for it.”

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Author’s Note: Who do you think is the mysterious man being referred to as ‘master’? Comment down your thoughts below!

Love, mari.