The Demon King’s Bride
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The Demon King’s Bride
The entire kingdom fears him.
With white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a heart sealed by cruelty, King Edrion is known as the Demon King—a ruler who accepts betrothed brides… only to turn them into concubines and discard them without mercy.
When a young noble lady is promised to the king, her fate seems sealed. But she refuses to give up her freedom—or the man she secretly loves: a guard from her own household. Desperate, they devise an unthinkable plan—to have a poor girl, identical to the noble, take her place as the royal bride.
The girl agrees to assume a life that is not hers, believing she will become nothing more than another forgotten concubine in the shadow of the throne.
What no one expected… is that the king would choose her.
Now destined to become queen to the most feared man in the kingdom, trapped in a lie that could cost her life, she must survive the court, a forbidden desire, and a king who was never meant to look at her the way he does.
Because the Demon King does not love.
But when he chooses… he neither forgives nor lets go.
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Chapter: Chapter 58The invitation arrived after the meal—discreet and unannounced, like everything that truly mattered within the palace walls. Valeria accepted it without hesitation; she could not afford to do otherwise. When she entered the private chamber, Edrion was already there, standing beside the table. He carried the same imposing presence as ever, though this time stripped of the public chill he had displayed hours earlier. That subtle shift was enough for something inside her to cling to the fragile hope that all was not yet lost. “Your Majesty,” she greeted him with polished elegance. “Valeria,” he replied with a slight nod. “Sit.” His tone was softer, more intimate—a composure that disarmed her far more than any outright rejection could have. She took her seat opposite him, and for a moment, a calculated silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken purpose. “You must feel hurt,” he said at last. Valeria lowered her gaze for a brief second, just long enough to project the exact im
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Chapter: Chapter 57The news required no formal proclamation or public declaration; it spread through the palace with unstoppable speed, slipping from mouth to mouth, from glance to glance, swelling in silence until it became impossible to ignore—like a fire creeping unseen until it is far too late to extinguish. By the time the sun had fully risen over the palace, there was no corner left where the same whisper was not repeated with varying words, but with identical intent: the queen had spent the night with the king... and had not emerged from his chambers until dawn. Lyria felt it even before seeing it, in the very air that hung heavier than usual, and in that unnatural, expectant silence—as if the entire palace were watching without daring to do so openly. She perceived it in the way the servants bowed their heads just a fraction lower than necessary, in how the nobles weighed every word before speaking, and in the way their courtesies grew deeper and more cautious, as though they now knew precisel
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Chapter: Chapter 56Lyria lay tangled in Edrion’s arms, her back pressed against his chest as he held her with a closeness that no longer felt accidental, but deeply chosen. His breathing had evened out, yet his grip remained firm—as if, even in the quiet of dawn, he refused to let her go. For a moment, neither of them spoke. There was no need for words. Lyria closed her eyes, letting the stillness wash over her: the weight of his arm draped around her waist, the familiar heat of his fingers resting on her skin like a silent claim over territory he now considered his own. Then, slowly, she shifted. She slipped out of his embrace with deliberate care, unwilling to shatter the peace of the moment, yet knowing she couldn't linger in bed forever. Edrion didn't stop her. He simply watched. She sat up, gently brushing back the sheets, and the cool morning draft swept over her bare skin as she stepped onto the floor. She didn't rush. Every movement was calm and measured, keenly aware of his eyes tracing
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Chapter: Chapter 55Morning light filtered softly through the tall windows, gliding over the rumpled sheets and the vast expanse of the royal bedchambers, illuminating the quiet aftermath of the night. Edrion was already awake. He lay reclining beside her, watching her. Lyria slept at his side, her breathing steady and peaceful. Her hair spilled across the pillow in soft, dark waves, striking a sharp contrast against the pale light of dawn. Her face, devoid of tension, wore a serenity he had never witnessed before—as if, for a few precious hours, she had forgotten the heavy burden of the world surrounding them both. The king slowly lifted his hand, the gesture arising with a calm uncharacteristic of him, as though for a fleeting second the world had ceased demanding his ruthlessness. His fingers approached her face with an unexpected gentleness, brushing her skin with almost reverent care—as if terrified of shattering something fragile, as if discovering in that simple contact a treasure he couldn't
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Chapter: Chapter 54Elinor had lost all track of time inside that dark, damp place, where the air seemed trapped between the stone walls and every breath dragged in a bitter trace of grime. The coarse rope binding her wrists burned her skin with every slight movement, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the agonizing uncertainty consuming her. She didn't know how long she had been there or what was unfolding in the outside world, and that ignorance was what eroded her sanity most. The voices reached her before the men did, filtering through the shadows with uncomfortable clarity. One of them stopped directly in front of her and studied her intently, tilting his head slightly as if assessing her value. He was a short, gaunt man with a disproportionate face dominated by a pointed nose and prominent teeth that protruded even when he wasn't speaking. His bulging eyes, heavy with disdain, raked over every detail of her appearance as if already calculating how much her life could yield. “She’s not
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Chapter: Chapter 53Edrion turned slowly, and the second his eyes met hers, the entire atmosphere shifted. His gaze drifted downward unhurriedly, taking her in with an undisguised intensity before snapping back to her face with a force that left her feeling completely exposed. Yet this time, Lyria did not shrink back, nor did she let the urge to flee take hold. There was no tremor in her frame, no hesitation in her eyes—only a newfound resolve, unfamiliar even to herself, with which she matched the king’s fierce gaze. Edrion stepped forward, closing the distance between them with slow, measured strides, as if every movement carried a choice he no longer intended to second-guess. Each step was deliberate and commanding, charged with an imposing presence, but also with something more—something that went beyond sheer control... into absolute need. Standing before her, he raised his hand and pressed it against her chest, as though needing to prove to himself that she was there, that she was real. His finge
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Chapter: Chapter 13 “Not a chance in hell!” The scream burst from the depth of my lungs, bouncing off the dining room walls. “You're both completely out of your minds if you think I’m sleeping in the same damn room as this asshole! I’d rather pitch a tent in the backyard or sleep on top of the lawnmower!” “I don’t want him in here either!” Mateo snapped for the first time, yanking the ice pack away from his face to reveal his split lip. “I deal with enough of his daily drama as it is, without having him breathing down my neck while I sleep.” “That is enough!” Carlos slammed his hand flat against the table, making the coffee cups dance. “Neither of you is in any position to make demands. Mateo, deal with it. Lucas, go upstairs right now and get your stuff. This is my house, these are our rules, and if you can’t act like civilized human beings during the day, you’re going to learn how to coexist at night. You’re moving in together today, and that is final.” I whipped around to look at my mom, hoping f
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Chapter: Chapter 12The impact echoed like a snap in the hallway. Mateo’s head jerked back violently from the force of the blow, and he took two staggering steps backward, breaking his grip on me. He brought a hand up to his cheek, brushing his swollen bottom lip, and stared at me with wide, shocked eyes as the hot blood of a fight ignited in both our gazes again. I ran to my room, tripping over my own feet, slammed the door shut, and threw the lock with my hands shaking out of control. I slid down the back of the door until my ass hit the floor, burying my hands in my hair and gripping it tight, feeling like I was about to lose my mind. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning, and my brain was going a thousand miles an hour. *“What the fuck just happened to me? Why did I get so turned on? Why with a guy? And why the hell did I come so damn fast?”* The questions kept slamming against my skull like a sledgehammer. I couldn't wrap my head around it. My whole life I’d been into girls. I liked Sofi. I want
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Chapter: Chapter 11Mateo shoved his hand under my pants without asking for permission and with zero intention of stopping. His fingers, hard and rough from years of gripping a hockey stick, slid down through the fabric and grabbed right onto my erect dick. The touch burned me from the inside out; it was like an electric shock straight to my balls that completely paralyzed me. I froze. Feeling his massive palm wrapping around my dick made me flinch, but his whole body was crushing me against the cold wooden wall, leaving me trapped with no way out. I let out a choked groan against his neck, feeling my legs give out all at once. It was a dirty kind of pleasure, a high so intense that I had never felt anything like it in my fucking life. Mateo’s mouth dragged down my throat, sucking on the sensitive skin right above my collarbone while his hand stroked my shaft. At first he went slow, moving up and down with a calculated pressure, dragging over the sensitive skin and pulling every groan out of me that I t
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Chapter: Chapter 10I slammed into the mansion, the pulse pounding in my ears like a stampede. The front door shut behind me with a heavy thud that echoed through the marble foyer, and I took the stairs three at a time, feeling my blood boiling at a dangerous temperature. The vibration of my phone in my pocket was still burning against my thigh, as if that picture of Mateo and his brazen text had been branded into my skin. And there he was. Standing right in the middle of the hallway under the skylight, looking completely unbothered, like he owned the damn place. He was wearing my gray pajama pants—a pair that hung loose on me, but fit him outrageously tight around the hips and thighs—and he was completely shirtless. Drops of water from his recent shower were slowly running down the center of his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs before disappearing under the waistband of the pants. “I’ve had it with you, Mateo!” I yelled, closing the distance in long strides until I was less than three feet from hi
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Chapter: Chapter 9The drive from the mansion to campus felt like sitting inside a pressure cooker. Sofi was waiting for me at our usual spot behind the library, sitting on a concrete bench with her knees pulled tightly to her chest. She looked small. Vulnerable. Broken in a way that made a knot of heavy guilt twist right in the pit of my stomach. I had kissed her ex. Well, her ex had kissed me, but it made me feel like an absolute traitor either way. —Lucas… —she breathed out, her voice cracking as soon as I sat down beside her. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. For three years, this was the exact role I had dreamed of playing: her safe harbor, the guy who would pick up the pieces after Mateo tore her world apart. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, trying to channel every ounce of warmth and comfort I possessed. —I’m right here, Sofi. You’re going to be okay, I promise. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, clutching at my jacket as she let
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Chapter: Chapter 8The first night in the mansion of that idiot and my new stepfather was pure hell. Every time the hardwood floor creaked in the hallway, I froze in bed, staring at the ceiling with my heart in my throat, waiting for my bedroom door to swing open. It didn't, but Mateo’s warning kept echoing in my head like a persistent echo: “Whenever you want to pick a fight and talk trash to me... I’m going to shut you up with a kiss.” «Arrogant bastard.» By six in the morning, I couldn't handle the claustrophobia of my four walls anymore. I threw on a pair of athletic shorts and a loose gray t-shirt, set on heading down to the kitchen for a strong cup of coffee and slipping out for a run before the rest of the house woke up. Big mistake. As I stepped into the kitchen, illuminated by the cold light of dawn, I found Mateo with his back to me, leaning against the granite island. Wearing a full set of clothes seemed to be a concept he was allergic to in this house: he wore only gray sweat shorts, sh
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