All Chapters of The Devil's Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“She asked that your father protect her while she offered her body in exchange” Mr Pietro said, his voice lower this time as though the walls themselves were listening. “But in all of these she wanted more, she wanted not just your father’s words...she wanted a much stronger assurance and I guess you could already imagine the rest in your head” Mr Pietro said as he gave a foot stop on his word.The room instantly fell into a heavy silence after those words escaped Mr Pietro’s mouth.Francesco remained seated on the edge of his bed while Mufasa rested beside him like a silent guardian beast as the dim amber light from the chandelier above cast long shadows around the room, causing Francesco’s face to appear far older than his real age.His fingers slowly tapped against his knee as his mind was moving faster than his body could keep up with.“That means, now that she is married to my father she has a very strong hedge in the market...but still there is the obstacle of myself and my bro

Francesco instinctively leaned forward slightly as even Mufasa stood up completely now as the lion’s muscles tightened and the atmosphere inside the room shifted heavily.The entire room fell silent around Francesco the very moment Mr Pietro revealed a necklace carved entirely in black, the chain itself was made of polished obsidian beads, each one smooth, dark and reflective beneath the amber chandelier light “this is amazing” Francesco said in his head as he looked at the necklace.The necklace did not look expensive in the ordinary sense but yet the moment Francesco laid eyes on it...he felt something strange and powerful.Between every bead were tightly woven black knots, hand-bound with the patience of old craftsmanship an art they have the piece a quiet weight that spoke of tradition rather than luxury, a piece that was made for inheritance.Francesco slowly stretched his hand toward it but paused halfway because for some reason his chest tightened as his heartbeat slowed.Even

At the far end of the hall, beneath the largest chandelier stood the GREAT SIT of Casa Ndrangheta...the SEAT OF POWER.The throne-like structure stood elevated above the rest of the hall on black marble steps was impossible to ignore…it was impossible not to feel its authority pressing heavily across the room.The seat itself had been carved from dark polished wood lined with gold edges and ancient lion engravings that symbolized dominance…it has two statues of a lion on both sides and a red carpet rolled out from the seat down to the center table in the hall and seated on the highest seat was Mr Giovanni and his wife on his right while his elder son Lorenzo sat next to him.Don Giovanni sat like a true king with one hand resting against the arm of his seat while the other held a glass of expensive red wine.Tonight he wore a perfectly tailored black suit lined with gold embroidery around the sleeves and collar with a lion-shaped ring rested heavily on his finger.His face remained c

"Tonight, beneath these lights and before the eyes of family, allies and honored guests, this great house welcomes a daughter whose name carries both grace, beauty and weight" Mr Pietro said once again as he had finally controlled the attention of the crowd to himself to help ease Azzura's fear, giving her the time she needed to get used to the atmosphere.Azzura slowly stepped forward as the crimson silk gown wrapped around her figure elegantly, flowing behind her like liquid fire beneath the chandelier light, the gold embroidery lined the edges delicately while the fitted waist emphasized the grace in her posture.Every single step she took drew attention effortlessly on her because even Francesco who had maintained complete indifference until now found his eyes resting on her for slightly longer than necessary."She is Azzura of Casa Sil, the only daughter of Signor Tommaso and Signora Bianca who are the founders, the strength and the ever enduring foundation of the Sil name...she

“Well if you ask me I don't know but I have a few thesis as to why that was done but I am not so certain” Francesco said as he pats Mufasa on the head tenderly.Azzura’s eyes drifted toward the lion as the beast looked terrifying up close with its massive paws resting against the polished marble floor.It's golden eyes moved calmly across the hall like a predator memorizing every possible threat in the room.“You seem to be fond of your pet” she said carefully, even though as she said it she already regretted the choice of words “why does he seem familiar with what our fathers are doing now?”Francesco’s gaze immediately shifted toward her.“For goodness sake lady, this isn't a pet...his name is Mufasa and he is my brother” Francesco said looking across the table at his elder brother who had been shooting bullet at him with his eyes for a while now since they entered the hall.Lorenzo indeed looked furious, even from across the hall his hatred was obvious with his bandaged hand rested