Todos los capítulos de Lucifer's Captive Bride: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I didn’t answer immediately, letting the question hang in the air. Then, I leaned in just a fraction, my voice low and teasing. “I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours.” Her eyes widened slightly, and I saw the hint of something… darker in her expression. Was it excitement? Nervousness? She quickly glanced away, but not before I caught the faintest trace of a smile. We stood in silence, the moonlight casting shadows that danced across her face. She seemed happy, content even, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. It was a strange sight to see her so at ease. She looked… enamored. Could it be? Was she actually starting to like me? A new idea sparked in my mind, and before I could fully consider the consequences, I focused on her thoughts. I slipped past her mental barriers, letting her mind open to me. What I found was more than surprising. Images—no, fantasies—of her and me, entwined in ways both innocent and lewd. My hands in her hair, her lips trailing across my skin,

"Liam?" I breathed, relief flooding over me, yet something felt wrong, something I couldn’t put my finger on. But when I looked at him, I realized it wasn’t Liam—not really. The creature standing before me was like nothing I’d ever seen, a monstrous, impossible figure. It towered over me, standing on four legs, each thick and heavily muscled, with skin that seemed to ripple and move under the dim torchlight. Four eyes glistened from four different heads, each face twisted in an expression I couldn't even begin to understand. And it had four arms, each one clawed and outstretched, the strange shape giving it a grotesque, otherworldly symmetry that made me want to scream. But that voice… it was still Liam’s voice. “Let’s get out of here,” it mumbled, his tone soft, pleading, like he was as terrified as I was. Tears streamed down one of the faces, a sight that almost broke my heart, but the fear crawling through me kept me rooted in place. “What…what are you?” I asked, my voice a tr

Selene’s cries filled the room, raw and desperate, cutting through the silence like the edge of a blade. I stood back, watching, my eyes fixed on the steady stream of blood trickling from Liam’s nose, eyes and mouth....a small, almost inconsequential thing at first. But as seconds passed, his breaths grew shallow, his face paling as he clung to her, his strength slipping away with every exhale. The sight brought a faint smile to my lips. I didn’t try to hide it—why should I? He was nothing but an irritant, a stubborn pest who had dared to believe he could defy me. And now, he was paying the price for it, slowly, painfully, right in front of her. Selene’s hands pressed against Liam’s face, frantic as her fingers brushed over his blood-streaked skin. “Liam,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Stay with me, please. You’re going to be fine. You’ll be okay…” But her words were hollow, her hope misplaced. She had no idea what was happening, no understanding of the finality that was slow

I smiled, though it was a hollow gesture. “She’s mourning,” I replied, the amusement in my voice not entirely masked. “Liam’s death has… shaken her, as expected. But she’ll recover. She’s stronger than she knows.” Lucien’s eyes remained impassive, though I caught the faintest hint of something—perhaps concern—beneath his mask. “Liam dead?” “He’s already gone,” I said dismissively. “died foolishly .” As I walked down the hallway, Lucien fell into step beside me, his usual silent, steady presence a stark contrast to the chaos that still lingered in my mind. The mansion was quiet, the early morning light painting everything in soft gold, but beneath that serene exterior, a storm was brewing. I could feel it in the air, in the way the shadows seemed to stretch and bend as I passed. “The arrangements have been made,” Lucien continued, his voice low. “The jet is ready, and I’ve taken care of the documentation.” “Good,” I replied, though my thoughts were only half with him. Selene’s f

Anger flared inside me. "You have no idea what I’ve been through," I shot back, my voice laced with bitterness. "Liam… he was my friend. He didn’t deserve what happened to him." Lucifer watched me, unfazed. "No, he didn’t," he said quietly. "But he made a choice, and choices have consequences. Your friend knew what he was getting into." His words stung, their harshness sinking deep. I clenched my fists, trying to control the surge of anger and confusion. "Eat," he urged again, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You’ll need your strength for what comes next." I looked down at my plate, the aroma wafting up to me. Reluctantly, I took a bite, the food strangely comforting, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. As I ate in silence, Lucifer watched me, his gaze unrelenting, as if he could see through every layer of my soul. And in that moment, I knew that whatever lay ahead, I would have to face it head-on—whether or not I was ready. LUCIFER SMILE. As I leaned back in my chair, my