บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Bride: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Poor old Elvis was feeling incredibly stressed out. He had just found out that Lyra had literally become the biggest shareholder of the company that he had built from basically nothing. This meant that she had more power than him and could make important decisions without consulting him. His title as CEO might as well not be there since Lyra used her money to be the one in charge. Elvis hated the fact that he had been reduced to being only a partial shareholder of his own company.He felt like he was losing control over something that had been his life's work. So, no matter how much he wanted to relax to be able to think well and straight, he couldn't shake off the feeling of resentment and anger. It still lingered. Elvis knew that he had to come to terms with the situation and figure out a way to work around it. He can't just accept that too easily; he still needs to fight back and think of a strategy to win over Lyra. He called out to Wendy, unable to contain his anger. He needed s

Lyra's heart was bursting with joy as she planned their day together. She couldn't wait to surprise Derrick with a special date night filled with all of his favorite things. As she went about her morning routine, she hummed a happy tune, imagining the look of delight on his face when he realized what she had in store. She carefully laid out their matching outfits, taking care to iron out any wrinkles and make sure that they looked their best. Lyra wanted everything to be perfect, down to the smallest detail. "Oh, maybe I won't wear the pearl clip," she whispered to herself. "Yeah, too many sparkles," she then answered her own thought as she glanced at the gems on the neckline of her tan dress. "Keep it simple, I guess; that’s going to be better. Especially with his coat looking like that, oh, yeah!" she was giddy just by looking at how pretty their outfits complement each other. As she headed out to run some errands, Lyra couldn't help but daydream about the romantic evening that aw

Lyra found herself in a dark dream. It was eerie and bizarre. At first, she wasn’t sure if it was in fact a dream, but as she looked around, she knew that it was a nightmare. But it was weird that she was able to think about that in the middle of her dream. Knowing that she was dreaming inside of her own nightmare had never happened to her before. But maybe her mind just took that jump when she realized that she was back in her old apartment, the same place she had left behind years ago. Her room looked exactly the same. She even had the same hard pillow that had been there every night to catch all her tears. The scent around her was the same: musty, with a hint of cheap floral cologne that was coming from Wendy’s room. It was as awful as she remembered. A true hell that she wants to escape. Suddenly, she heard a strange whisper that seemed to come from nowhere. "Lyra," the whisper said, "Aren’t you glad that you're back where it all started?" Lyra turned to see a dark smoke slowly

Derrick sat in the living room, watching TV, while Lyra was busy cooking lunch for them. News after news of current events that are all full of negativity and darkness came at him all at once, and he immediately wanted to stop it. There are a lot of negative thoughts that have been rushing in and out of his ears, and taking in more from the television was a little bit too much, even for him. As he was flipping through the channels, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear. It was a voice he knew all too well—the voice of Lucifer."You need to come back home, Derrick," Lucifer whispered.Derrick shook his head, trying to ignore the voice. He knew that listening to Lucifer's whispers never led to anything good. But the voice persisted, growing louder and more insistent."You belong down here, Derrick, and you know that. We can rule together," Lucifer whispered. "If you begin to listen to my orders again, I can show you mercy. I will be able to turn my back and choose to not punish you for

Derrick had been feeling increasingly anxious and unsettled since last night. His conversations with Lucifer had left him on edge, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Lyra. He knew that he couldn't keep her completely shielded from the demonic world, but he couldn't help feeling guilty and responsible for any negative changes in her behavior.That morning, Derrick woke up early, unable to sleep. He quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed, trying not to wake Lyra. As he made his way to the door, he hesitated, looking back at her sleeping form. He knew that he needed some space and time to clear his head, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her without a word.In the end, he decided to leave a note on the bedside table, explaining that he had some urgent business to attend to and that he would be back soon. He hoped that she would understand and not worry too much.As he stepped out of the mansion and into the cool morning air, he felt a pang of guil