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Lucifer's Captive Bride 61
Her gaze was locked on me, her eyes filled with loathing, anger, defeat, and something else… something I couldn’t quite name, but that only fueled my victory. She could hate me all she wanted; it only made her commitment to my terms all the more binding. And in that moment, she was truly mine—her will, her choices, even her defiance bent to my whim. I savored it, letting the silence stretch as she stood there, torn between her love for him and her hatred of me, a fragile balance that I controlled with ease. I leaned back in my chair, a calm satisfaction spreading over me as I held the document out for her, feathered pen beside it. I watched as Selene approached, hesitant but determined, her hand trembling slightly as she took the pen and leaned in to sign away the last trace of her freedom. The moment her name curved across the parchment, it was done. Her soul, finally mine. I smiled, amused by how easy it had been to coax her into this moment. She stepped back, letting the pen s
Lucifer's Captive Bride 60
Anger flared inside me. "You have no idea what I’ve been through," I shot back, my voice laced with bitterness. "Liam… he was my friend. He didn’t deserve what happened to him." Lucifer watched me, unfazed. "No, he didn’t," he said quietly. "But he made a choice, and choices have consequences. Your friend knew what he was getting into." His words stung, their harshness sinking deep. I clenched my fists, trying to control the surge of anger and confusion. "Eat," he urged again, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You’ll need your strength for what comes next." I looked down at my plate, the aroma wafting up to me. Reluctantly, I took a bite, the food strangely comforting, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. As I ate in silence, Lucifer watched me, his gaze unrelenting, as if he could see through every layer of my soul. And in that moment, I knew that whatever lay ahead, I would have to face it head-on—whether or not I was ready. LUCIFER SMILE. As I leaned back in my chair, my
Lucifer's Captive Bride 59
As I watched Lucifer step back inside, I expected him to lunge at me, to fulfill his demand without mercy or delay. I steeled myself, my heart pounding, preparing for whatever he intended. But he didn’t move closer. Instead, he shut the door with a calmness that set me on edge, his eyes scanning me with an unreadable expression. "You look horrible, blood all over," he said, his words coming off so nonchalant, as if my appearance were the only thing wrong with this entire situation. I blinked, bewildered. "You said you…" But Lucifer lifted his finger, silencing me mid-sentence. "I know what I said," he murmured smoothly, his voice almost soothing, yet there was something dark coiled beneath it. "Why don’t you go and take a bath, change into some nice clothes, and meet me in the dining hall?" He clapped his hands once, and maids appeared around me. I didn’t even get the chance to protest before they started tugging me toward my room and into the bathroom. There, they ushered me into
Lucifer's Captive Bride 58
I smiled, though it was a hollow gesture. “She’s mourning,” I replied, the amusement in my voice not entirely masked. “Liam’s death has… shaken her, as expected. But she’ll recover. She’s stronger than she knows.” Lucien’s eyes remained impassive, though I caught the faintest hint of something—perhaps concern—beneath his mask. “Liam dead?” “He’s already gone,” I said dismissively. “died foolishly .” As I walked down the hallway, Lucien fell into step beside me, his usual silent, steady presence a stark contrast to the chaos that still lingered in my mind. The mansion was quiet, the early morning light painting everything in soft gold, but beneath that serene exterior, a storm was brewing. I could feel it in the air, in the way the shadows seemed to stretch and bend as I passed. “The arrangements have been made,” Lucien continued, his voice low. “The jet is ready, and I’ve taken care of the documentation.” “Good,” I replied, though my thoughts were only half with him. Selene’s f
Lucifer's Captive Bride 57
I left Selene in the room, her sobs muffled by the thick walls. The sound echoed in my head, a relentless reminder of how everything had spiraled. Liam's lifeless form lay behind me, and Selene's broken heart bled in ways I could feel in my own chest—a feeling I despised. I stepped into the hallway, but I wasn’t alone for long. I felt the shift in the air before I even saw him. Mammon, the Sin of Greed, appeared from the shadows, his lips twisted in that infuriatingly smug smile. Of course he’d show up now, basking in his own mess. “Did you enjoy my little gift, Lucifer?” he asked, tilting his head in mock curiosity, his voice thick with satisfaction. I clenched my jaw, holding his gaze with a glare. “Very funny of you, Mammon.” The words were cold, each one laced with barely contained rage. “Care to explain why you thought it was appropriate to bring him here?” Mammon’s smirk widened. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms like he had all the time in the world. “Oh, come n
Lucifer's Captive Bride 56
Selene’s cries filled the room, raw and desperate, cutting through the silence like the edge of a blade. I stood back, watching, my eyes fixed on the steady stream of blood trickling from Liam’s nose, eyes and mouth....a small, almost inconsequential thing at first. But as seconds passed, his breaths grew shallow, his face paling as he clung to her, his strength slipping away with every exhale. The sight brought a faint smile to my lips. I didn’t try to hide it—why should I? He was nothing but an irritant, a stubborn pest who had dared to believe he could defy me. And now, he was paying the price for it, slowly, painfully, right in front of her. Selene’s hands pressed against Liam’s face, frantic as her fingers brushed over his blood-streaked skin. “Liam,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Stay with me, please. You’re going to be fine. You’ll be okay…” But her words were hollow, her hope misplaced. She had no idea what was happening, no understanding of the finality that was slow
Lucifer's Captive Bride 2
He came at 12:03 a.m. exactly. Lila had spent the last hour watching the digital clock on her nightstand, the red numbers burning into her retinas. She had been naked for a long time, the air in the room beginning to feel heavy and static. Her heart was hammering so hard she could feel the thud o
Lucifer's Captive Bride 1 Owned By Midnight
Lila Voss turned the deadbolt at 11:47 p.m. The click was a finality she looked forward to every single day. Behind her, the city lights of Lagos bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, bruised shadows across the hardwood. The glow looked like spilled ink, staining the expensive fur
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Lila woke to the sound of nothing. The room was flooded with the kind of bright, aggressive sunlight that only exists in Lagos, cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass in wide, blinding strips. She reached out a hand, expecting to find the heat of a body or the rough texture of a shirt, but the b
Lucifer's Captive Bride 4
The fourth night, there was no teasing. There were no games, no silk ropes, and no long, whispered monologues designed to make her head spin. The air in the room felt different the moment he stepped through the glass—heavier, charged with a blunt, honest hunger that did away with the need for a slow
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