Semua Bab A year to love the devil: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Yasmine’s POV The staff at the hospital all worked their way around Francis, treating him urgently, and in almost an hour, we were free to leave. “A-are you sure we can leave now? I mean, are you sure there’s nothing else wrong with him?” I asked and the doctor shook his head in rebuttal. “We’ve carried out a scan, x-ray, and every other test that might be needed, but he’s fine,” the doctor said, and I nodded, thanking him profusely before turning to Francis. “What happened, Yasmine? I thought I died,” he asked, and I stepped closer, taking a seat beside his bed, holding his hands in mine. “Yes, we’re fine. We had an accident, but we survived by a miracle,” I said, and he stared at me for a while before he looked back at the hospital. I could feel the sneer of the devil behind me at the mention of the miracle, but it wasn’t important, he wasn’t going to come back… “Let’s go home, shall we?” Francis said. I nodded, helping Francis up carefully. He winced a littl

Yasmine’s POV “Fuck!” Francis screamed, pulling Aileen off him with a sickening plop as he turned, wide-eyed. “W—what are you doing home at this time, Yas?” he stammered, like I was the problem. Like I had ruined something sacred between them. I couldn’t speak, my lips moved, but no sound came. I stared at him—at them—naked, sweaty, guilty and yet not sorry enough to cover up. Aileen stood frozen beside him, her lips still parted like she hadn’t fully come down from the high of whatever orgasms they were riding. I looked at her first. My sister. My blood. “Yasmine,” she whispered, but her voice was weak. She didn’t move, didn’t reach for me, just stood there, arms wrapped around her chest like she was the victim here. “Answer me!” Francis barked, his tone sharper now, like I’d interrupted him. “I…” My voice cracked. “I live here, and are you fucking yelling at me Francis?” I questioned, my eyes brimming with tears that were burning the corners. “Yes! You wer

"T-t-threnaya," The voice in my head started again as I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling like I always did, they began with giggles, a wide smile, until it shifted to a bloodied body, and a fuckin traumatic memory."W-what happened to her!" I screamed, kneeling by the body of Threnaya, the first and the only woman I was ever going to love."What does it look like happened? We killed her," one of my brothers— step brothers answered, staring like I was nothing but a waste that should be disposed off."No-no-no, this must be a joke, y-you cannot kill Threnaya, s-she's the only one, the only one who loves me!" I screamed again, raw pain clawing at my throat, then and as cursed, even now, like raw fresh pain, every fucking day.“She’s gone Azrael, you’re nothing, a bastard, what makes you think you deserve love?” Another one of them said, smiling as tears pooled from the corner of my eyesI didn’t answer, I couldn’t. My throat felt torn open, my heart barely holding together. I staye

Yasmine's POV He shrugged with a small smile. “No, you came to me. Broken, bleeding, praying to be saved. I just... answered the call.” I looked back at the extravagant table—roasted meat, golden pastries, and fruits that looked like it belonged in a royal court. The scent of wine, honey, and something deeper, richer, hung in the air. It felt like a celebration or more of a sacrifice. I swallowed. “So this is it? You own me now?” Azrael took a step forward, his presence suffocating and magnetic all at once. “No. I claimed you. There's a difference, Mrs Azrael,” He extended a goblet toward me, filled with a dark red liquid. Not wine. Not blood. Something in-between. “To new beginnings,” he said. I didn’t take it. I stared at the goblet, then at him. “You saved me to bind me.” “I saved you Yasmine and come on, we had a deal, I save you and in return you love me,” he said calmly, "And while you love me, with the rage in you, added with the fact that I can feel that

Yasmine's POV "Let's go," Az said as I stood up from the dinning table."I-I don't have anything to wear... to get the marriage certificates," I replied, staring at his face."You don't have to worry about that, there's the shower, take your time and your dresses will be ready, just tell them what you want," He responded and turned to the maids."Give her whatever she wants, I'll have your wardrobe ready before we get back from getting the certificates and the letter you're writing to that man, leave it to me," he said and turned to leave while I walked back to my room with the maids after me."I can take care of myself, you don't have to hover around me," I said, almost apologetically."We have to, that's what we're here for, to serve you," The eldest one amongst them said.I swallowed hard and nodded before walking into the room and straight into the shower.The steam curled around me like a protective veil, easing the tension in my bones as I stood under the rainfall showerhead.