Todos os capítulos de Smitten with the devil's son: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The downpour was exceedingly heavy, the drizzle falls as if wanting to drown the whole earth. People could be seen running about, exploring for a place to take shelter. Meanwhile, Eleanor could be seen wandering back home in gloomy silence, she has become a shell of her old self. Her body shivers in cold, her throat achingly parched and her bare legs we're painfully sour. Her mind travelled various miles as she thought of what she saw previously, how could Isle could this to her?! They were best of friends ever since childhood, they were more than just best friends. She could clearly remember how she gave up her piggy bank just to save her mother, she could vividly remember how she nearly died while struggling to save Isle who intently drowned herself in the ocean. A lot of miserable experiences they had passed through together, they both went through hell just to make ends meet. They both had suffered, they both had collided in hands to be go-getters not as best friends, but a

"No!" Eleanor cries out vulnerably, her arms obstructing her body in protection. She had withheld never to strip nakedly as he had ordered her to, she will never let herself be derided by him. Never. "Ah! Please let go of me,” she whines disgustingly on sensing his smooth yet overwhelming hand on her bare skin. King Spencer clenched her hand, possessively, and dominantly as he hauled her to his bed. Amidst her struggles, her vigor was like a piece of cake to his strength. Trepidation gripped her like gum, this is what she feared. Losing her innocence this way, in this shameful way. No!! Even when king Spencer was extremely tipsy, his strength was still intact as he propelled her to his royal bed. The very sacred bed he never let anyone lay on, not even his mistress. But except for one soul, his deceased wife. If only he knew what he was about to execute, if only he knew he was about to sexually assault the one woman he rawly hated, purely despised and loathed with passion

The next morning is softening, the fluffy breezes blew softly into the beguiling room as they rested their delicacy on the entrancing face spreading on the king-sized bed. As if they were not appreciated by the receiver —King Spencer riffled his eyes open like a book. The stunning sunlight smashes his ocean blue eyes which were adorned with specks of gold as they gleam extraordinarily. Slowly, he sat upon his butt, positioning his back on the headboard with a steeled face. He made no further movement as his disoriented mind jogged many miles in one second while he speculated on what occurred last night. King Spencer felt inwardly strange, he knew something was inaccurate. He knew something unusual transpired last night but he couldn't grasp what it was. Regardless, solely one person could tell what it was —Zachary. Sailing out of the bed, his silver hair flopped over his left eye. Lending him an alluring but perilous appearance, he promptly leans down to his nightstand to grab hi

The tiring day faded away and nighttime slowly arrived, the spectacular view of the castle was heavenly and terrific as the gleaming lights of gold-filled the whole scenery. A few maids could be caught a glimpse as they walked out of the castle with the intent of carrying out their tasks which were being assigned to them, while occasional ones paced inside as they engaged themselves in murmuring discussion. Unexpectedly, the tremendous automatic gate of the castle unlocked as the fleet of cars drove into the yard —pulling up gradually in front of the indescribable building. And in a flicker, the hefty guards hurriedly alighted as they jogged to the king’s car to open the door for him as he majestically stepped out in his dauntless glory... King Spencer stood silently with his dark golden eyes which roamed around the yard, his green garment heavily gilding as sudden wild breezes kissed his face —all heads who caught sight of his dominant presence bowed in esteem.Hence, he began to

The room became silent, it felt as if the world has come to a standstill for the souls who stood inside the room. Shuddering Amelia fidget her fingers nervously as she struggled to say a word to the king, who stood in front of her with his expression suddenly gone blank, and his eyes were filled with tons of questions. "Fine! I knew you heard everything my king, but please have it in your mind that I was doing it for the both of us," Amelia hurriedly rushed her words as she averted the king's gaze. "You were the one who went against my order, Amelia. You went to the cold room to see Eleanor, why?" King Spencer grudgingly asked, his large chest pumped out dominantly. Amelia's heart skipped as she inwardly muttered. "He found out?!""Yes, I did my king. I was only trying to help you out,” she responded, looking back at the cold man in her room. "I never asked for your help, Amelia!" King Spencer growled, taking Amelia by surprise as she flinched at his harshness. "I own Eleanor, I