The Devil's Allure のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

DAPHNE♡THE WEDDING MARCH PLAYED, and my uncle turned to me, his usual reassuring smile playing on his lips. “ Are sure you're ready princess?” He asked, pressing my palm gently, I gave him a subtle nod.I wasn't scared, I was just nervous. Okay, maybe I was a tad bit scared. It's not like Rico doesn't love me. He does but I just have a feeling in my gut that something is going to go wrong today.As though sensing my displeasure, my uncle spoke again. “ Are you sure you want to go through with this? We can call off the wedding if you want to…” My face softened at his words but I wasn't going to let him postpone a wedding he worked so hard to plan.I squeezed his hands tightly, giving him my own reassuring smile. “ It's okay uncle, I'm just a bit nervous.”He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “ I'll always be here Princess and you're doing great, your parents would be so proud of you.” Sadness flickered in his eyes at the mention of my parents. He'd always hated talking about

DAPHNE ♡“What is this?” I hurled the paper at his face.After regaining myself from the stunned trance I had been in, I slipped into the nightgown that had been laid out for me on my mattress and stormed into his room. He was seated at the far left end, smoke curling from the cigarette dangling between his lips, his gaze fixed out the window like a man without a care in the world. When his eyes shifted to me, brows arching, I wanted to claw that smug look off.“Did you miss me, Caro Mio?”“I asked you a fucking question!” I snapped, snatching the paper back off the floor and shoving it into his face. “What is this?!”He caught my wrist instead, yanking me forward and down onto his lap. My ass collided with his crotch, heat searing through the flimsy fabric of my nightdress. His rough fingers skimmed across my back before settling heavy and possessive at my waist. I twisted to get free, but his grip only tightened, making my skin prickle with a shameful awareness I wanted to scrub aw

DAPHNE ♡I knew I was dead right from the minute I walked into the room. From their death stares and incoherent mumbles, I was one hundred percent sure that they hated me and wanted me dead but now, I was really dead and Alexander was currently making things worse like he'd always done for the past few hours that I'd known him.We were surrounded by armed men, their weapons charged at us— well me— ready to fire at any time and here he was threatening them!? Calm down Daphne.Calm the fuck down.The room was deadly silent. So much so that I swore they could hear my harsh breaths. Alexander stood and walked to me, his hand moving to my waist, his blue eyes darkening making me wonder how dark they could get. He pulled me closer, his cologne slammed into my nostrils, intoxicating me…and not in a good way. In a way which made me want to claw my eyes out for feeling that way.His tatted hand moved to his pocket slowly and he brought out a cigar and placed it in-between his lips. He faced

DAPHNE ✼I hadn't seen Alex since last night. Slapping him was something I didn't regret— it may have been daring but I didn't care—, I wasn't going to let him touch me anyhow he pleased, especially after what he did but also…a small part of me couldn't even blame him. I saw a marriage contract and he claimed that my father had signed it before he died and the signature on it was exactly like father's but how do I believe his words?It's not like I can ask uncle…He's out there and I'm trapped in here and I was very sure that Alex wasn't planning on letting me leave anytime soon.A sad sigh slipped from my lips, my back landing on the mattress with a soft thud, the warm rays of the afternoon sun grazed my skin, a constant reminder of my wedding day which he ruined…of how he killed Rico and I was going to make him pay for it even though I didn't know how.A small push at the door pulled me from my thoughts and my heart skipped a beat.Who could it be? Alex?Was he here for revenge?Wa

DAPHNE ✼I could still feel the heat of his palm over my feet long after he'd helped me wearing the slip-on. I didn't know how to feel about this. A part of me would swoon over the fact that a man had done something like that for me and another part of me is filled with guilt for feeling such a way for another man especially since my husband just died.I pushed down the warmth which had bloomed into a full blown forest with great effort and sucked in some air through my lungs.Silence wrapped around us like a blanket, as we walked to an unknown destination. His long legs moved with practiced precision like a model who was walking down the runway, the wind carried his hair, his hands tucked into his pocket. His back was so broad I couldn't even see…Wait.Was I checking him out?Ew“ Get in.” His commanding voice sliced through my thoughts and I blinked and took in my surroundings. We were in front of his car and he was standing beside the door, holding it for me in a gentlemanly mann