Todos los capítulos de Devil's Innocent Queen : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

They hugged me so tight, it's difficult to breathe properly but am I complaining? No they care for me, they never harmed me."Fuckers she can't breath. Get off from my wife" They instantly broke the hug. I gave them a reassuring smile with a nod. Next brother Joe came and side hugged me long enough. "I swear to you Elsa, if something happened to you I will bury your husband alive" he said threatening to Aiden who stood there rolling his eyes. "It's not his fault brother" I said to them. "Brother Kevin, thank you for yesterday" I thanked him not only for helping me but also for being here. Ryder never cared for me. He always blamed me for everything even if I gave him everything. But here they all care for me without any greed.That's called a real family....blood relations don't matter when your hearts are already aligned..."Sir" a nurse came bowing at Aiden and said in polite tone"We need to do blood test of mam" She said and took out a sample refill bottle and syringe. My

"No, I'm fine," She said with a forced smile. He wanted to ask her about the incident, about what the doctor told him but he waited to get her better before any confrontation.He dried her hair cautiously. Elsa can feel his full concentration on her hair. She held his hand looking at him, he quietly turned off the dryer and sat near her on the couch. His damp hairs stick to his forehead giving him a boyish look. And his black shirt sticks to his well built body with undone two upper buttons, seems like an open treasure to look at. Elsa closed the two upper buttons, earning a wide grin on his face. This was the first smile on his face after her accident. "Breakfast?" She asked him softly and took her towel which was in her lap and started to dry his hair. He looked at her without blinking eyes. His heart told him to shout out his feelings to her to confess to her. His eyes drink her whole, her pale skin, black eyes, pink lips and his favorite is her long hair. She's his whole

I opened my eyes, my body felt heavy. It must be the effect of medicine. I lazily turned trying to open my eyes fully. My surroundings felt familiar yet not familiar. My eyes went around and me laid on bed under duvet fully covered. Instantly I flew off from bed and stood before it breathing heavily. The bed, our room, my little sanctuary felt suffocated. I feel like it all mocked me in my misery. On my inability to not say any words to anyone. My breathing turned heavier. My hands are shaking, the fog lingered back. I ran to the bathroom, turned on the shower and sat under her. My knees gave up, my soul ready to give up. It's not only about the clips and photos, I know my husband. I trust him with my death. It's about all the things which happened in my past, the bad memories return and it's like they all laugh at me, mocking me to live in delusion that you will get a happy life, which I don't deserve.I didn't cry. Not a single tear. I drink all my pain, all bad feelings. The co

"Never Moon, sleep I'm here" I said kissing her forehead keeping her close. . . . . . . . . After two days It's been two days since I noticed her actions. Since her actions were more cautious like she was here but she behaved like she kept reminding her she belongs here and it's all hers. She didn't sleep at night, clinging to me, holding me tighter than usual. The first day I thought that she was afraid like I did but no,It's beyond the fear. She looks paranoid around the room. She's afraid of touching things. She didn't lay in bed. She ran from it like it would burn her. The fear was visible in her eyes. She asked me questions about our wedding rings. Strang she never asked before. First I thought I was thinking wrong but no she was in this room but her eyes showed pain like she wants to run away from here. She again started to behave like before. She didn't pick her calls, switched it off. She got startled by the ringtone. She doesn't go to college these days, she

Aiden's povI walked to the basement of the warehouse, it was secured only for my use. No one can come here without my permission nor even breathe here if I don't want to. My steps were firm and deliberate, perfectly knowing my purpose to come here.. The faint pale yellow light from the only bulb on the opposite wall lit this corridor. The walls were stained with blood which turned into yellow faded marks. The smell of blood with dust and chemicals lingered in the air. Chemicals, I love them, are colorful, dangerous and deadly. And even looking beautiful when it poured on someone's wound. The body never leaves this basement not even after death. I walked to the room on the left side of the end of the corridor. Two guards were at the door, they bowed to me and opened the door for me. The heavy metal door made a horrible sound enough to be dramatic for my entry. The cemented floor was covered in dust and the walls were covered in red and yellow stains. One bulb hanging from the