Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced Marriage with The Devil: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The next morning, Hazel’s mind was still grappling with the reality of her arranged marriage. She hadn’t seen Damon since their brief, intense meeting in her chambers, but his presence in the castle was impossible to ignore. Even among the knights and lords of her own kingdom, Damon stood out with an aura that demanded submission, a reminder that he was no mere mortal but a demon from a distant, shadowed realm.Her thoughts churned as she paced her chambers, until a knock at the door pulled her from her musings. Evelyn slipped in, looking both amused and wary."So," Evelyn began, folding her arms with a smirk, "how does it feel to be the future queen to a demon king?"Hazel sighed, not able to muster much humor. "I still can’t believe it. My father may think he’s made the best choice for the kingdom, but what about me, Evelyn? Damon isn’t even human."Evelyn raised an eyebrow, shrugging lightly. "Maybe that’s why he intrigues you, just a little. Isn’t that true?"Hazel opened her mout

The next morning, Hazel awoke to the muted gray light filtering through her window, but her mind was still clouded with thoughts of Damon. His intense gaze, that smirk as if he already knew her every thought—it all lingered like a whisper she couldn’t ignore.Determined to regain some control, she rose, slipping into her day’s attire with an unspoken resolve. Today, she would take matters into her own hands. If this was to be her future, she’d confront it on her terms.She found Evelyn in the courtyard, her friend lounging with a look that said she knew more than she let on. Evelyn’s grin widened as Hazel approached, her eyes gleaming with mischief."So, has our dark prince haunted your dreams already?" Evelyn teased, watching as Hazel rolled her eyes but couldn’t quite stifle a small, embarrassed smile."Don’t flatter him," Hazel muttered, trying to appear nonchalant. "He may be powerful, but he’s not the only one with a plan. If my father wants me to marry him, then Damon will find

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the castle walls as Hazel returned to her chambers. Her pulse still thrummed from the training session with Damon, but it wasn’t just the exertion that lingered—it was his words, the subtle challenge in his voice, and the way he’d looked at her as though he could see a strength she hadn’t yet uncovered herself.She sank onto the cushioned chair by her window, the cool evening breeze brushing against her cheeks. Her mind replayed the sparring match: his teasing, his effortless grace, and that moment when she’d landed a strike on him. She’d expected him to gloat or brush it off, but instead, there had been genuine admiration in his eyes, fleeting but undeniable.Hazel frowned, gripping the arms of the chair. She couldn’t let him unsettle her like this. Damon might be charming, in a devilishly infuriating way, but he was still a man who thrived on power. If she wasn’t careful, he’d twist her emotions to his advantage, jus

The castle buzzed with tension as preparations for the border skirmish began. Hazel sat on the edge of the courtyard fountain, watching from a distance as Damon stood amidst a group of knights, issuing commands with a calm yet unyielding authority. His voice carried across the space, sharp and confident, leaving no room for hesitation.She didn’t want to care. She told herself that over and over, but watching him now, Hazel couldn’t help but feel the weight of his presence. He was commanding, yes—but there was something more. Something human.“See something you like?” Evelyn’s voice jolted Hazel from her thoughts. Her friend sidled up beside her, wearing her usual smirk.“Hardly,” Hazel muttered, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m just… observing.”“Observing, are we?” Evelyn teased, nudging Hazel’s shoulder. “Because it looks like you’re thinking very hard about someone who happens to be leaving for battle.”Hazel shot her a glare but didn’t reply. How could she? Evelyn wasn’t entir

The world seemed to slow as Hazel watched the figure behind Damon raise their blade. Her voice tore through the chaos, raw with desperation.“Damon!”He turned just in time to see the gleam of steel in the fading sunlight, but Hazel didn’t wait to see what would happen. Her instincts took over, and before she knew it, she was moving—lunging forward and shoving Damon aside with all her strength.The impact threw him off balance, and the attacker’s blade grazed his arm instead of finding its intended target. Pain flared in Damon’s eyes, but he recovered quickly, his sword flashing as he parried the next strike.“Get back!” he growled at Hazel, his tone sharp.But Hazel wasn’t about to retreat. Grabbing a fallen sword from the ground, she positioned herself beside Damon, her grip firm despite the tremor in her hands.“I’m not leaving you,” she said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.Damon glanced at her, his expression a mixture of frustration and something else—somethi