The Devil Mafia Captive Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

I woke up in my own room, the events of earlier playing in my mind like a nightmare. I had driven a sword into my own chest, but I had been careful. The wound was deep enough to look fatal, yet shallow enough to keep me breathing. I had feigned death perfectly, fooling them all into thinking I was gone. Or so I thought. Pain throbbed violently in my chest, and fresh blood still seeped through the bandages, staining the sheets red. “Miss Fyr, what you did was incredibly dangerous,” my maid whispered, her hands trembling as she tried to clean the wound. “It was the only way,” I gritted out, clutching my aching chest. “I bought us time. But I can’t stay here. If he finds out I’m alive… he won’t just kill me. He will make me wish I was dead. I have to leave the city tonight.” Just as we spoke, a faint movement caught my eye. A shadow stood motionless behind the slightly open door, listening. “Who’s there?” I demanded, forcing my voice to sound steady despite the fear clutching my

The night felt endless.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning in circles. A wedding gown. Exactly the same as he requested.Why?Was he marrying someone else? But why would he care if my bruises healed? Why bring me food and force me to get better just for someone else’s wedding?Or… was this another twisted part of my punishment?The next morning, the door unlocked.Demi walked in. He wasn’t alone. Behind him were two women holding a long, white garment box. They placed it carefully on the bed and opened it.My breath hitched in my throat.It was the most beautiful wedding gown I had ever seen. Pure white silk, intricate lace, and diamonds that sparkled like stars. But it wasn’t just any dress. It was elegant, hauntingly familiar… and it looked exactly like the one his dead bride was supposed to wear.“Put it on,” Demi commanded coldly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.“What?” I trembled, pulling the sheets closer to my body. “Why? Why would I w

Early evening found me alone in the guest room of his mother’s penthouse. No one dared to come near me. After what happened earlier, fear was painted on everyone’s faces. They kept their distance, afraid that I would bite them too.But I wasn’t hiding. I was listening.From the staircase, I heard voices drifting up from the living room.“Mom, how is my wife doing?” Demi asked. I could hear the amusement in his tone. He probably imagined me crying, broken, and begging for mercy.“She is a monster!” Kaye spat out, her voice full of rage.“She is completely ill-mannered!” Stella added sharply. “She actually bit the maid’s neck! Drawing blood!”I imagined Demi sitting there, his jaw tightening. I thought for sure he would be angry that I caused a scene, that I embarrassed his family. I thought he hated me even more now.But instead… he laughed.A deep, genuine laugh. And for a fleeting second, I thought he looked handsome—dangerously so—when his eyes lit up with that kind of dark satisfa

I sat alone in the quiet garden, the cool breeze doing nothing to soothe the burning ache in my chest. Tears streamed down my face unchecked, each drop a testament to the betrayal I had just endured. Kean’s rejection had cut deeper than any knife. He was supposed to be my savior, my love, yet he had left me to rot. And now, I could almost hear it—the sound of Demi’s triumphant, evil laughter echoing in my mind. He knew. He knew I would fail. This was my only chance to escape, and it was gone. Just like that. "All you ever do is cry." That deep, cold voice came from behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. Demi stepped into my view, his presence dominating the space around him. "Let me guess," he sneered, looking down at me with dark, mocking eyes. "He never wanted to run away with you, did he? Is this what you call love? It looks more like cowardice to me." "I never imagined someone like you would admire bravery," I whispered, my voice trembling. He tilted his head, a cruel

Logically, I know Demi had every right to leave me rotting in the streets, to let me die like the worthless criminal everyone believed I was. But I never expected him to pull me back from the edge of death. And for that… I am grateful, even if gratitude tastes like ash in my mouth.“Thank you for saving me,” I whispered, refusing to meet his eyes. My throat felt tight, heavy with fear, but I forced myself to gather every shred of courage I had left. “Please… let me go. I need to tell my father the truth. I need to tell him his wife has been betraying him all along.”“I promise I won’t run,” I added, my voice trembling, terrified that one wrong word would turn Demi into the very devil everyone feared.He reached out, his fingers gripping my chin hard, forcing my head up until I had no choice but to look into his dark, unreadable eyes.“That time will come,” he said, his voice low, deep, and laced with a threat that sent ice down my spine. “Wait for it.”Then he turned and left, locki