All Chapters of Lucifer's Captive Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

What was the best way to get into this building? That strange man had said it belonged to me. “I have some unfinished business; excuse me,” I replied. “I would like to accompany you,” he said, his tone serious. “You shouldn’t go in there alone.” “Suit yourself.” As I pushed open the gates and stepped inside the mansion, a wave of tranquility washed over me. The air was still and warm, a stark contrast to the eerie chill I’d felt before. Everything looked immaculate. The walls gleamed as if they had just been polished, reflecting the soft light from the chandeliers overhead. Dust had clearly been banished from every surface, and the floorboards creaked pleasantly under my feet, not the ominous sound I had anticipated.The fireplace in the main hall crackled cheerfully, flames dancing and casting flickering shadows. I wandered deeper into the mansion, my heart racing with anticipation. The dining room came into view, and my breath caught at the sight before me. A long, elegant table w

Finally, we reached a large door at the end of a hall. One of the maids pushed it open, revealing the most extravagant room I had ever seen. The first thing that struck me was the overwhelming pink. The walls were a soft, blush color, adorned with golden moldings that wound around the ceiling in swirling patterns. Delicate chandeliers hung overhead, casting a warm glow that made the room feel both intimate and vast. A large, canopied bed sat in the center, draped in pink silk, with pillows piled high at the head. The furniture, too, was designed to perfection—vanities, mirrors, and plush chairs, all in shades of pink, white, and gold. It was the kind of room you’d expect to find in a princess’s castle, not in a place like this. I stared at the room in disbelief. It looked like it had been made specifically for me, like someone had tailored every detail to my tastes. But how could they know? “This is…” I began, trailing off. The room was so beautiful it almost made me forget where I

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Kill you?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Now, why would I want to do that?” Her gaze darted to the door, then back to me. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to come up with some form of protection, some threat that might keep her safe. “The police would come after you,” she said, stepping back instinctively. I chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room. “The police?” I repeated, amused by the thought. “And how exactly would they know you’re with me?” “Liam would notice,” she said quickly. “He’d notice I’m missing, and he’d go to the police.” Ah, Liam. The human boy she trusted so easily. I had seen him through her eyes, watched as she clung to the hope that he could somehow save her from this fate. Such naïveté. I tilted my head, studying her. “You mean that friend of yours?” I asked, watching as she nodded, a sliver of hope flickering in her eyes. Humans. So quick to trust, so des

As I stood there, lost in my spiraling thoughts, I heard something—a soft, distant footstep. My heart shot into my throat. Was Lucifer coming back? My whole body tensed, frozen in place as I listened for the sound of the door handle turning. But nothing happened. The noise faded into the night, leaving only silence. I let out a shaky breath, the tension in my body slowly easing, though my heart still pounded. My thoughts were a chaotic storm of fear, confusion, and something else—something I didn't want to acknowledge. I was drawn to him, and that realization made me feel sick. I should hate him. I should fear him. But there was something about Lucifer... something I couldn’t put into words. *Maybe it’s the way he looks at me... or the fact that I don’t know how to stop him.* I closed my eyes, letting the cool night air wash over me, hoping it would clear my mind. But instead, I felt my body grow heavy, my exhaustion catching up with me. I didn’t even realize I was drifting off unti

I laughed softly to myself, the sight of Lucifer and Lucien devouring their ice creams making the entire situation feel absurd. Maybe he’s not the devil after all. Still, I didn’t want to linger. I felt Lucifer’s gaze shift to me again, the same questioning look from earlier. But this time, his expression softened, something almost unreadable passing behind those red eyes. “You’re free to go,” Lucifer said, setting down the now half-eaten ice cream. His tone was casual, almost dismissive, as if releasing me from the mansion was no big deal. Lucien and Mirabel, however, didn’t seem to share his nonchalance. Lucien stopped mid-lick, staring wide-eyed at Lucifer as if he’d just grown a second head. Mirabel, who had been quietly trying to make herself invisible, now glanced at Lucifer with disbelief, her lips parting slightly in shock. I hesitated, unsure if I heard him correctly. “I can… leave?” Lucifer nodded once, his expression unchanging. “You’ve work to attend to, don’t you? I w