Married to the Villain

Isa“You cannot give your daughter to that man!” Tamara spat as soon as the Madigans had left. “Do you know what they say about him?”I had heard all the rumors. Jude had so many horror stories attached to his name. There were rumors that he had business rivals murdered, kidnapped, and blackmailed to get his way. And the worst was that he had strangled Josephine Pierce, his fiancée, to death. I had never seen him before.In fact, the media stayed far away from the oldest Madigan, and nobody in our circles talked about him. That was why I hadn’t realized who he was as soon as I had walked in. How could my father give me off to that monster?“It's wrong, Davis.” Uncle Gunn growled. “Theo was the plan. Why did you suddenly change your mind?” “I don’t want to marry that man, father, please.” I wailed. The whole time, my father just sat there, gazing into nothing. “Father!” I cried. He looked at me. “Everything I’ve ever done is for the both of you. My angels. My princesses. You and y

IsaI was fuming as I walked into the Madigan mansion. I had been fuming since my husband had walked away. I had been stuffed into the back seat of Theo’s SUV with one of the twins in front and the other one by my side, and we had made the one-hour drive to the estate. It had never crossed my mind that that whole family would be living in a single building. “What about my things?” I had asked during the drive. “They’ve been moved to the estate.” Theo replied. “During the ceremony.” “Who packed my things? They had better not have ruined any of my designer shoes. They’re delicate and need careful packing. They need to go in the silk bag first before the box, and I hope whoever’s packing packed my hair extensions.” I saw one of the twins roll his eyes from the side view mirror. I could never tell which was which. They were like perfect mirror images of each other. “Which one are you?” I asked the one beside me. “I’m Keenan.” He said, “He's Keeler. There’s no identifying mark, so yo

JUDEThe close contact between Isa and myself at that very moment forced a moment of tension in the room. She was small in my arms, and her eyes were too tempting not to stare into them. I felt her hands at the back of my hair, playing with the strands, while her eyes were still fixated on mine. I knew she was giving me the hint, and I couldn't resist any longer. I crashed my lips into hers willingly, and her response gave me an edge as I savored the taste of her lips.I couldn't control it. I soon began to undress her while my lip locked her to the bed. The way she moaned was such a giveaway that she could barely wait. As soon as they were done stripping, I decided to tease her for a while. I started by wrapping my hand around her throat while I began to suck on her nipples. Her back arched as she moaned seductively, unable to withstand the heat that was pooling between her thighs. Her moans increased as I even took it further, wanting to take my time until she begged for it. As I

Jude POV After the whole altercation at the secret room, I had to adjust my suit and make sure that Isadora didn't suspect anything. I didn't want her to see this nasty side of me, it would most likely break her down.. Stepping out of the secret room, I noticed she was concentrating on her phone till I called her name and she looked up in my direction, with a smile on her face. "You took hours there." She said, as some of the other boys stepped out of the room as well. "Just had business to deal with." I replied. "Also I noticed someone was screaming in there. What was that?" For a moment I stared at her trying to hold it together. "You most likely heard from the wrong room. I mean look around, there are several rooms in this company. Now let's head to my office." I extended my arms and she took it and we both walked through the hallway, till we arrived at my office. The moment the door opened, a much familiar face was seated by the couch with a huge pack of cigar on the table

Jude POVI had not shared the bed with several of the girls I had brought at night since I disliked making physical contact with people at night. Not that she ever would have imagined wanting to be near me at night. Unless there was something she wanted from me, she never bothered to hide her unwillingness to have me near her, especially when we slept together.I refused Isadora's request to be close to me.Her bloated face was lit by the early morning light. Dried tears from her lashes adhered to her flesh. She had gotten closer while we slept, to the point where we were practically touching. I couldn't help but want to touch her, but not in a sexual sense.Leaning on my elbow, I saw her contented slumber. I experienced nightmares about Josephine's blood-covered body, just like I did many other evenings. Even though I rarely dreamed about the people I had slain, I still spend a lot of nights thinking about them.Isadora gave a slight moan and moved her lips. I turned to face her as