All Chapters of The Devils Whisper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Lucille POV It was that time again – the day before my birthday – when my aunt tried to hook me up with every man she came across. This time, I don't even know who the guy is and just because it was my 20th birthday, she is in a hurry to get me off her hands. Even if I don't know the guy. "Are you listening to me, dear Lucille?" she asked in her honey-toned voice. I shifted my gaze from the bird that had just landed on my window and stared at her. "Yes, aunt," I said. Even after all the years we've spent together, I still couldn't understand why she was hell-bent on selling me off to someone to marry. Did she really hate me that much? Guess I would never ask that question. "I have told you several times that in order to pay off the debt you owe this family, you need to marry the richest man available. This person I've found brought a very _very_ suitable price, I was also shocked," she clapped her hands excitedly as she rose up. My eyes followed her movement without actuall

Lucille's POV I stepped between them. "I'm not part of this conversation, and I'm not whoever you're talking about." "You're exactly who I'm talking about, sugar." Ron moved closer, eyes locked on mine with that same warning look from before. What's with that smirk? Did he think I was some kind of Joke, somehow I felt triggered. Maybe I was really a child in their eyes and deep within me I wanted to prove I was more than a child. "You've got the wrong person," I said, hands up to block his chest. "Ron. Alpha Ron," he said coldly, then stepped back. I breathed out in relief. One more minute close to me and I thought I was going to collapse. "I'll be in the next room," Daniel said and left. I wanted to grab him and beg him not to leave me with this guy, but he was already gone. I was about to run when Ron opened the door. Then I remembered what my aunt said - tomorrow I'd meet my future husband for our engagement. Some random man would take my first without love, and yet... I tur

Lucille’s POV I looked at the stranger's side profile and Jacob’s side profile and I was hit with a sense of déjà vu. The stranger had the same aura as Ron, and his voice was just a touch different from Ron’s voice—it was lazy and appealing. Jacob was too hurt to speak. He pleaded with his eyes to be released, but I didn't show any pity. I grabbed the stranger's sleeve and he released Jacob, even though I wanted him to bash the bastard’s face. But he would get his retribution. I looked at Danielle and chuckled—he would get it soon. "Come on, Berry. Let's get going," he turned to me and said. I almost melted under his soft gaze. He was handsome, and something told me we knew each other like best friends, or wait... Did he just call me Berry? Only my pen pal—was he my pen pal Davis? "Davis?" I asked. "No longer Davis, baby girl. Call me Vladimir from now on," he corrected as he lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. His kiss electrocuted me, and for a second I was dumbfounded

Lucille’s POV Watching him go felt like my heart was tearing from the inside out. By the time he was finally out of my sight, Vladimir spun me around and kissed me on the cheek. I froze, my fingers instinctively rising to touch the spot as heat rushed to my face. "What was that for?" I pouted, caressing my cheek like it would erase the lingering warmth. Instead of consoling me, he threw his head back and laughed, a loud, boisterous laugh that felt out of place. My frown deepened. What exactly was so funny? “You are just so cute… come on, let's go. You are yet to tell me the whole story.” Vladimir’s voice dripped with a strange mix of teasing and authority as he grabbed my hand, pulling me along toward the stairs. That look in his eyes, sharp, calculated, that it almost felt murderous. But it had been such a hectic and confusing day already that I didn’t dare pull my hand away. When we entered the room, I found myself awed once again by the sight. The brightness felt almost unnat