All Chapters of Wedded To The Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Isabella POVOutside the club I waited for my taxi to arrive. I could feel my heart racing each passing second. What if Dad got to know that I wasn't there at home the whole night?He will kill me.As the taxi arrived I hopped inside without wasting a second. I can't directly go to the mansion because the guards can catch me. Thinking about the guards, something clicked in my head.Niccolò.He is always by my side, but why wasn't he there last night? It was his job to protect me, yet he failed last night. I always had a soft corner for him in me, but thinking about our age gap, I never let the softness grow more.The taxi halted with a jerk, bringing me out from Niccolò's thoughts. Sighing deeply, I paid the price of the taxi before starting my walk towards the mansion. It was around 2km away from the place where the taxi dropped me.The pain in the body has been reduced, yet the headache was still there. I guess because of the drugs I consumed last night. Before leaving the club room

Isabella POV"Do you take Niccolò Este as your lawful husband, to have and to hold him, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love him and cherish him until death do you part?"I stood there with numbness in my body. Words stuck in my throat, with pain growing inside my heart. I want to scream and deny this marriage, but I can't do anything but accept my defeat. Gulping down the tears, I spoke as my lips trembled."I do."As those words slip from my lips, tears roll down my cheeks. I feel so disgusted with myself. Marrying my father's killer? Seriously Bella? He literally forced me, leaving me with no option but to act submissive."Now, you may kiss the bride," Father said with a smile on his face.I couldn't hear the loud noise of the people shouting and congratulating us. Niccolò moved forward, stepping closer to me. As I felt him closer, my heart raced. At his proximity, my eyes closed unknowingly, and my lips trembl

Isabella's POVThe morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden rays over the luxurious bedroom. I sat before the ornate vanity, absentmindedly running a brush through my dark waves. My mind was clouded with the events of the previous night—our dance, our heated argument, and the undeniable tension that lingered in the air.Niccolò had left the room without another word, and for the first time since our forced marriage, I felt an unsettling heaviness settle in my chest. Why did it matter? Why did it sting when he walked away? I hated him—or at least I told myself I did.I exhaled sharply, pushing away the thoughts. Today was a new day, and I refused to let Niccolò occupy my mind any more than he already had.As I fastened a delicate bracelet around my wrist, I heard the door swing open. My body tensed at the familiar presence that filled the room. I met his gaze through the mirror—dark, unreadable, and laced with something dangerous. He was dressed impeccably in a b

Niccolò's POVThe moment my lips left Isabella's, I could still taste her on my tongue—sweet, hesitant, and just as intoxicating as the fire that burned between us. The tension that had simmered between us since our wedding night had finally reached its breaking point, and now, she was lying beside me in bed, her body warm against mine.For a moment, silence stretched between us. The only sound in the room was our breaths, still slightly uneven from the emotions that had unraveled minutes ago."I was cruel to you earlier," Isabella's voice was soft, barely above a whisper.I turned my head to look at her. Her dark lashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling."You were," I admitted honestly, brushing a loose curl away from her face. "But I wasn't exactly kind either."She exhaled sharply, shifting under the covers. "I just... I don't understand you, Niccolò."A wry smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "I don't expect you to."Her brows knitted together