The Devil’s Bride

Alexander's Point of ViewThe room was silent, occasionally punctuated by my father's unnerving voice. My grip tightened around the phone, my jaw clenched. He was at it again, and he wasn't going to stop either. It didn't matter to him that this was six a.m. in the morning; he never ceased to throw his tantrum each time he woke up.“Father, I know all this. I'm trying to piece myself together. Sooner or later, I'll get a—”He cut me off immediately, his pitch rising.“You know nothing, Alex. You don't know how important a grandchild is to me. The Zeus firm needs an heir after you are gone,” he yelled, his voice filled with indifference.I pinched the bridge of my nose, adjusting my posture on the king-sized bed, my eyes scanning the open space of the room.“But I'm not dying soon, Dad. We still have a lot of time. Besides, our company got international recognition,” I said softly, a contrast to what I felt.“Get me a grandson. I don't want to continue this conversation,” he said, his

Alexander's Point of ViewThe dim lights from the streetlights barely flashed through the thick curtains covering Megan's apartment, I stood in the doorway, letting my eyes roam on her, taking in every detail of her body.Her eyes flashed with fear, or was it confusion but she was trying hard to get those emotions locked.I let a smirk run on my lips while I stretched my legs in front of her in slow deliberate steps, blood rushed in my blood but it gave me power, I could feel my aura exuding out.She wrapped her arms around herself, her breath hitched she knew, but wrapping her arms wasn't going to save her, and watching her try made my heart flutter.The sweatshirt hung on her shoulder, its sleeve draped around her wrist, she looked small in those clothes, a child playing with borrowed clothes.The fabric where she clutched the hem, her finger curling tight at the materials by her side, her knuckles turning white.She looked fragile, but I knew she wasn't weak with the burning look i

Third person's Point of view She stared at the door like it was the edge of a cliff. One step forward and she could fall. One step back, and she’d still be trapped. Her lungs fought to keep rhythm, but it felt like even they were starting to give up on her.“Pick the little things you think are important,” Alexander said, his voice smooth but sharp enough to slice through her panic. “And follow me to the car.”He said it so casually. Like they were going on a vacation. Like this wasn’t a kidnapping. Yes, it was. She blinked, trying to keep up with the absurdity of it all. “What?”His eyes snapped to hers, sharp and cold ,“You heard me. Pack. Now. And follow me.”Her feet didn’t move. Her arms folded across her chest—not to protect herself, but to keep from shaking. “Why?” she asked, her voice cracking a bit. “Why should I follow you?”That’s when she saw it. The shift in his facial expression. His features hardened. His jaw clenched. His voice dropped, low and lethal “You’re in

Megan's POV I steadied my breathing as the chair scraped on the floor, his words hanging heavy in the air, his feet slowly padding on the floor as he retreated to his room. My blood boiled, my jaw clenching too hard. The look on Alexander's face said it all; we were going to the company together. Which meant that I'd have to postpone the day of my escape. Without another word I stood on my feet, a sigh escaping my lips as I walked towards the room. I had to prepare. My steps were mechanical as I got into the bathroom, turning on the shower. The cold water cascaded down my spine giving me temporary relief. Of Course I was mad at myself for getting involved in all these, but I didn't show it. I bottled up my emotion, the cold water numbing the ache in my chest. After I was done, I slipped out of the bathroom door with the tower wrapper around my chest, hot steam rushing out from my body as I stepped into the spacious room. I paused right on my tracks the moment my gaze

**Megan’s POV**The guest room felt like a cocoon, wrapping me in its quiet darkness. My body ached from the day’s torture, Hannah’s endless lessons, Alexander’s cold stares, the weight of this gilded prison. I lay on the bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, but my mind wouldn’t shut off. The Zeus mansion was suffocating, every chandelier and marble floor screaming I didn’t belong. My eyes burned, heavy with exhaustion, but sleep wouldn’t come. Not with that damn phone buzzing.I groaned, rolling over, my nightgown twisting around my thighs. The screen glowed, the name flashing like a warning: *Unknown Caller*. My stomach twisted. I knew who it was. I’d known since the first buzz sliced through the silence. My fingers hovered over the phone, trembling. I didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to hear his voice, but the buzzing didn’t stop. It was like he could feel me hesitating, like he knew he still had power over me.“Damn it,” I whispered, snatching the phone. My thumb hi