All Chapters of Lucifer's Captive Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stepped out of the house, the heavy door closing behind me with a soft click. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My head was too full of noise, of questions that had no answers. What kind of person lies so easily? And what was worse—was I overreacting? Was I seeing something that wasn’t there? The cold air bit at my skin as I walked down the street, my footsteps steady, but my mind was spinning. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe Lucifer’s lies. He said no one else was there, but I *heard* it. And jealous? Jealous of what? It wasn’t like I was in love with him or anything. No, that wasn’t it. I didn’t love him. I couldn’t. I just... liked him. That was all. A strange, complicated kind of like. But as I replayed everything in my head, the anger wouldn’t leave me. Maybe I wasn’t in love with him, but I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of him sending me away just to spend the night with someone else. It hurt more than I was willing to admit.By the time I reached work, I was still stewin

I wanted to believe him. He always had this way of making things feel lighter, like he could absorb some of the darkness weighing me down. I mustered a small smile. “Thank you. Really. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “You don’t have to worry about that,” he said with a soft chuckle. “You’ve got me, and we’re going to get through this together.” I glanced down at my hands, feeling the strange urge to laugh despite the heaviness in the air. “So… there’s a lot to do.” He nodded. “Yeah, but we’ll take it one step at a time. Maybe tomorrow we could make a list, just so it doesn’t feel too overwhelming. What do you think?” “That sounds like a good idea.” I took another deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I wasn’t entirely alone in this, and that made all the difference. Dinner ended, and as we put the plates away, he handed me a stack of his clothes. “Here, you can change into these. You’ll be more comfortable,” he said with a small smile. Once I was finally alo

I stepped fully into the room, gaze fixed on Selene, my words dripping with scorn. “Do you care for your little boyfriend so much?” Her mouth opened, words trapped behind her shock. “Do you want to see him dead?” I continued, my voice soft but lethal, each word a promise wrapped in quiet venom. I watched her expression shift—a mixture of terror and desperation as she struggled to find her voice. “Lucifer, please, this… it isn’t what it looks like.” “Isn’t it?” I raised an eyebrow, my tone mocking. “Tell me, Selene, exactly what it is, then. Because from where I’m standing, it seems like a blatant act of defiance. I warned you not to return here. And yet, here you are.” My eyes drifted to Liam, who now stood defensively by her side, glaring at me with an arrogance that would be amusing if it weren’t so misplaced. “Get away from her,” he said, voice trembling but firm. I laughed—a soft, hollow sound. “And what exactly are you planning to do?” Selene put a hand on his arm,

"Let’s go," he murmured, his voice low and urgent. Before I could question him, he pulled me up, his grip steady and unyielding As I took a breath, wiping the last traces of my tears from my cheeks, I stepped away from the door and faced him, forcing myself to steady the tremble in my voice. "What are you doing here, Liam?" He looked at me, desperation written all over his face. "Let’s get out of this place together," he said, his voice thick with urgency. "I can’t leave you here, Selene. Not with him." My heart twisted painfully at the sincerity in his voice. Part of me wanted to grab his hand, to escape with him and leave all of this behind. But I couldn’t let him get hurt. I couldn’t drag him into this nightmare, no matter how much I wanted to believe he could protect me. "Liam," I whispered, forcing myself to stay strong, "do you want to get yourself killed? Why would you even come here?" "Because I love you," he said, stepping closer, the rawness in his voice breaking down

“Lucifer,” I said, my voice soft but heavy. His name felt strange on my lips, like saying it might somehow summon him back. “When’s he coming back?” “Eat,” she hissed, snapping the word at me, her eyes sharp and hard. I could feel myself bristle at her tone. She was always like this—cold, almost as though I were something she merely tolerated. And tonight, her gaze held something even darker, a look that sent a shiver crawling up my spine. But I held her stare, refusing to let her see the discomfort she caused. I knew she wouldn’t dare touch me. She wouldn’t dream of it. I was under Lucifer’s protection, and I knew full well that he’d do something to her if she tried anything. I forced myself to eat a few bites before pushing away from the table and leaving her there without a second glance. I climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last, and returned to my room. But rest wouldn’t come. I lay awake, thoughts of Lucifer’s absence circling in my mind until frustration grew, fes