Chapter Two

GIBSON's POV

“Perfect,” I declared as I directed the servant, maintaining my composed and authoritative demeanor. Today was my wedding day, yet I chose not to attend.

Only two people have ever seen my face: my mother and my best friend. Since childhood, I've worn a mask, shielding myself from the world. Rumors swirl around me, labeling me as an ‘ugly devil,’ but that only fuels my determination as I furrow my brow in defiance.

I am Gibson, a unique fusion of human and demon. My father, the infamous devil himself, dared to defy the greatest taboo of the underworld by falling in love with my mother, an extraordinary human woman. This unprecedented union ignited a spark that had never been seen in history, blending the fiery essence of a demon with the warmth of humanity. With this incredible heritage coursing through my veins, I’m destined for an extraordinary journey—one that challenges the boundaries of both worlds!

I find myself completely enchanted by a human, a radiant beauty whose flawless skin glows like that of a queen. Even in her dampened clothes, she exudes an elegance that captivates my heart.

Our fateful encounter happened when I ventured out from my locked room, yearning for freedom. I spotted her sitting alone on a moss-covered rock, an image of solitude. I was entranced and couldn't help but watch her from my hidden spot behind a nearby tree. Just as I was about to retreat, a sharp pain shot through my leg as I collided with the sturdy trunk of an old tree. I stumbled, my leg protesting as I tried to escape, only to rise abruptly amid the surge of pain.

Yet, the persistent girl refused to give up. She chased after me with unwavering determination, her footsteps echoing like the heartbeat of the forest. I tried to evade her, fearing that no one should lay eyes on me, but she was relentless, running as if she had been trained for a race. Her spirit and tenacity both intrigued and terrified me, as I darted away, a mix of awe and hesitation bubbling within me.

I gently pulled my hand away as she attempted to peek through my mask. “I won’t bite,” she assured me with a warm smile.

With her small, delicate hands, she reached out to help me stand up. I took her hand and got to my feet, and we settled onto a rock together as she curiously asked about my mask.

“I have a burn,” I replied, hoping to ease her curiosity.

“That’s okay! You can keep it on if it makes you feel more comfortable,” she said with a caring tone.

She was my closest friend and my first love—someone who trusted me completely and felt at ease around me, unlike others who would shy away.

Fifteen days ago, a woman in her late 40s reached out with a marriage proposal for her daughter, prompted by an article she had read in the news. The article detailed the search for brides for otherworldly beings, capturing her attention and hope.

For the past two years, I had been on a relentless quest to find a suitable bride, yet every potential match had fallen short. My experiences were fraught with disappointment, leading me to a lingering question: why was finding a kindred spirit among humans proving so elusive?

Eager for answers, I recalled the last prophecy from the revered sorcerer, whose wisdom had guided many before his untimely passing. “You will find your mate among the humans,” were his final words, echoing in my mind as I contemplated my prospects.

When the woman made her proposal, I felt a flicker of hope. Finally, someone was willing to consider an alliance with an “ugly demon” such as myself. I swiftly arranged for my secretary to draft a contract agreement, ensuring that it would be presented to her daughter for signing—a formal step toward what, I hoped, would be a promising union.

To better understand the maiden in question, I instructed my secretary to conduct thorough research. After a few days, he returned, meticulously handing me a file filled with details about her. As I pored over the information, a wave of recognition washed over me; she was the same maiden I had encountered years ago.

Memories flooded back, revealing the vivid moments from our past meetings. I had searched for her multiple times in that enchanting place, longing to reconnect, but each visit had ended in disappointment. The only feature I could distinctly remember was a familiar mole on her right nose, a hallmark of her beauty and the key to my nostalgia. Hope began to stir within me anew, as I contemplated the possibility of rekindling our past connection.

A grin spread across my face as I absorbed the information before me.

“Get my car ready,” I commanded the guard standing beside me, who immediately sprang into action, preparing the vehicle.

Once it was ready, I confidently relayed the address, settling comfortably into the soft leather of the back seat.

As we approached the destination, the guard slowed the car. My gaze was drawn to a young woman in a lush garden, her hands delicately tending to the vibrant flowers that danced in the gentle breeze. I was captivated by her radiant, finely sculpted face, framed by strands of hair that occasionally slipped improper, only to be tucked behind her ear with care.

She pursed her lips as she worked, and the sunlight fell upon her, highlighting the small mole adorning the bridge of her nose. The scene filled me with a quiet sense of joy, and I couldn’t help but let a small smile escape my lips.

I gestured to the guard to take me home and, feeling a newfound lightness, I reached for my phone.

“Please inform the family that the wedding is in five days, and we will be overseeing all the arrangements,” I instructed my secretary over the phone.

After relaying the message, I ended the call and took a moment to savor the quiet of my surroundings. A smile crept onto my face as I reminisced about the day I unexpectedly encountered her again—an event that had ignited a spark within me that I'd thought long extinguished.

In preparation for her arrival, I arranged for a team of maids to cater to her needs whenever she came over. I also discreetly instructed the guard to apply a special potion to her dress—something to ensure that as she entered the car after our wedding, she would feel enveloped in a sense of magic and protection that would make her sleep.

The front door of my house held charms of its own; it was enchanted to shield its secrets. I hadn’t revealed this aspect of my world to her yet, fearing that the knowledge might frighten her away. I wanted our time together to unfold without any outside stressors, allowing her to experience the wonder of what lies beyond the ordinary.