Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil’s Bride: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

**Megan’s POV**Alexander’s words still echoed in my head *He’ll never touch you again. I promise you that.* His voice, low and fierce, had burned through me, leaving my skin hot and my heart pounding. I stood there, pinned by his gaze, my back still against the guest room wall, his body so close I could feel his breath. My tears had dried, but my chest was tight, Richard’s taunts clawing at my mind. Alexander’s hazel eyes bored into mine, waiting for something, trust, maybe, or surrender. I didn’t know if I could give either.“You don’t get to make promises for me,” I said, my voice shaky but sharp. I pushed against his chest, trying to create space, but he didn’t budge, his hand still on my wrist, warm and unyielding. “I don’t need your protection, Alexander.”His lips twitched, that infuriating smirk creeping back. “You sure about that?” he asked, his voice low, husky, sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned closer, his mouth inches from mine, and my breath caught, my body be

**Megan’s POV**The courthouse was cold, all marble and echoes, like a tomb for my freedom. The judge’s voice droned, binding me to Alexander Zeus, my new husband. The dress he’d bought wasn’t some cheap rag, it was silk, white, hugging my curves, dipping low at my chest, making me feel exposed, desired. His hazel eyes burned into me as I signed the marriage license, his lips twitching with that smug smirk. No guests, just Marcus, the lawyer, watching like a hawk. My heart pounded, half with shame, half with a heat I didn’t want to admit. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a claim.Night fell fast, and now I stood in Alexander’s bedroom…our bedroom with my body buzzing. The room was all dark wood, silk sheets, his scent woodsy, rich wrapping around me. The contract’s words haunted me: *obedience, no rights to the baby, his forever*. I wanted to run, but Richard’s voice lingered: *I’ll come for you*. Alexander was my shield, my jailer, and God help me, my desire.The door swung open, a

**Megan’s POV**My heart pounded as I stumbled into the hallway, Alexander’s kiss still burning my lips, my body screaming for him even as I ran. His footsteps chased me, heavy, fast, like he was hunting me down. I turned a corner, aiming for the guest room, but his hand grabbed my wrist, yanking me back hard. I gasped, spinning into him, my back slamming against the wall, his body pressing into me, all muscle and heat, his dick already hard against my stomach through his jeans.“Why are you running, baby?” Alexander growled, his voice low, dirty, his hazel eyes dark with hunger. His tatted arms caged me, his hips pinning mine, his dick pressing harder, making my pussy throb. “You’re mine now, Megan. No getting away.”“Let me go,” I whispered, but my voice was weak, submissive, my thighs clenching as his heat made me wet. I pushed at his chest, my hands shaking, but he was too strong, too dominant, and God, it turned me on, my panties soaked.“No fucking way,” he said, his lips brush

Megan’s POVMy hands trembled, gripping the red dress, tears staining my cheeks as the guest room door creaked open. I jumped, my heart pounding, expecting Alexander’s hungry eyes, his hands ready to grab me again. Instead, a woman walked in, tall, with sleek black hair and a clipboard, her gaze sweeping over me like I was a problem to solve.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice shaky, wiping my tears quick, the dress still in my hands.“Selena, your stylist,” she said, sharp, no nonsense. “Mr. Zeus hired me for the gala tonight. You’re gonna look like you belong. Shower. Now.” She snatched the dress, her eyes flicking over my messy sweater and jeans. “Hurry up.”I wanted to snap back, but Alexander’s threat*“I’ll drag you there in chains”*echoed, and my skin still burned from his touch, his flirty words. “Whatever,” I muttered, stomping to the bathroom. Selena didn’t wait, yelling orders as I showered, her team rushing in with makeup bags and curling irons. “Loose waves, pin it up,

Megan’s POVMy sobs echoed in the dark foyer, my back pressed against the mansion door, Alexander’s body pinning me, his hands gripping my hips, his lips brushing mine. His words “Say you’re mine, Megan” burned my ears, his flirty growl making my skin tingle, even as tears streamed down my face. My red dress clung to my curves, torn at the slit from the gala chaos, my chest heaving with anger and want. I hated him, hated how he punched Richard, dragged me out, made a scene, but my body betrayed me, craving his touch, his dominance.“Get off me!” I yelled, my voice raw, my hand flying up, slapping his face hard. The crack rang out, my palm stinging, but he didn’t flinch, his hazel eyes darkening, a smirk curling his lips. He grabbed my wrists, yanking me closer, his body hard against mine, his breath hot on my face.“You wanna hit me, baby?” he growled, his voice flirty, rough, his grip bruising my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Go ahead, Megan. Makes me want you more.” His l