"How could I marry myself like that? I am such a fool! Why the hell am I so daring?" Brianna bit her nails while constantly nagging herself. Brianna felt like a prisoner. Her rights to work and freedom were restricted. She could not contact anyone or use her social media accounts."Bastard!" Brianna threw her cell phone on the floor in frustration. She was like a free bird- Never in her whole life was she stuck in this predicament. "What am I going to do in this empty house? Should I talk to the walls like a mania, which I am not?" Brianna walked around the lush living room. At that time, Brianna heard a knock on the door and turned around to meet an old lady. "Mistress!" The old lady bowed her head slightly to show her due respect."Pardon? Who are you?" Brianna blinked her amber eyes in confusion. As far as she knew, Satan never had a female maid. "Mistress, I am Master Satan's old servant. I have served him since he was young. You can call me Aunt Jule." The old smiled kindly

Brianna was walking on the stone path in the backyard when Satan's bodyguard informed her of the arrival of Satan. She nodded her head and tried to smile. For now, she decided to put all the complaints in the back of her head and not bring them until the next day. But fate was cruel to her."You are back!" Brianna gave Satan a hug and a welcome kiss on his cheeks, which he did not reciprocate. "Who was the man?" Satan held Brianna's arms tightly and interrogated her with his devilish smile. "Man?" Brianna looked at Satan with confused eyes. There were so many of his bodyguards, so Brianna turned to look at them. "Don't dare to act innocent in front of me. I have seen that toyboy with whom you were laughing." Satan snaked his rough hands around Brianna's waist and pinched her hard, leaving a purple mark on her fair skin. Brianna yelped in pain, and crystal-clear tears ran down her bulging cheeks. "He was just a delivery boy, and I happened to know him as one of my former neighbours

Brianna covered her body with the white, messed up, smelly bed sheet and huddled up in the corner of the bed. Her body trembled with fear and disgust. "I need to leave this place. I can't live with Satan- that beast." Brianna covered her face with her hands. She kept shaking her head, and her loud wailing reverberated in the cold mansion. The bruises on her body had turned green. Outside the room, Roy looked at the door with pity for the sobbing woman. He regretted his decision not to warn Brianna. Satan was insane and after seeing Brianna talking happily with another man- his madness reached its peak. "Why? She trapped you with her pity cries?" Satan looked at Roy with a raised brow. Water dripped down from his hair. He did not seem to be the horrible man who tormented his wife.

Satan combed his hair with his fingers, and a cold, dark chuckle escaped his sexy lips. Slowly shaking his head, Satan rose from his chair and bent a little in front of Brianna. With a sudden jerk, he grabbed Brianna's jaw tightly, almost dislocating it with his tight grip. "Who gave you the audacity to spew nonsense on my face? You should be grateful I made a woman like you my wife." Satan inserted more force on her jaw, and a bright red patch appeared on her skin."You are no god to me, Satan-you asshole! I wasn't the one to beg you to marry me. It was you- you were in desperate need of marrying me. Now, you are acting all high an mighty." Brianna, with great force, freed her jaw from Satan's grip and mocked him. Her pointed finger trembled tremendously. "Watch your tongue, woman. Don't make me do the things that would hurt you more." Satan wiped his fingers with a handkerchief as if he had touched a disgusting thing. The loathe in his voice was evident. "Hurt? Haven't you hurt

Life never tends to be easy. It is always filled with remorse, regrets and thorns. Not everyone's life is a bed of roses- Brianna's life was the same. She was remorseful of her haste decision- marrying Satan, and the thorns on her path made her journey more difficult."Farewell, Satan." Brianna looked at Satan's portrait on the wall and muttered in a voice only she could hear. With a high fever, Brianna silently dragged down her small backpack to the main door. As she requested, Aunt Jule did not inform Satan about her situation. He never cared about her. If he did, he would have returned home- to apologize to her for what he did, for all the hurt he had caused. For one last time, Brianna looked around the house and walked out of the front door- leaving behind the nightmare of her life. The other day, when Brianna was taking a walk in the backyard, she estimated the path from the front door to the backyard. As the door in the backyard was hidden under the bushes, Satan thought Brianna