All Chapters of Secret Marriage With My Demon Stepfather: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The Mortal“Who are you?” The deep, dark, menacing voice still haunts me. I couldn’t answer him; the nurses stormed the room. They checked him, and Mom came in the morning. All I could do was stare at him and listen to the doctors. That night was different. I knew it, but how do I say it? The shadow I saw over Edward climbed up to his skin, into his veins… red eyes looming in the shadows.I woke up in the middle of the night, gasping. The red eyes burned in my brain. What the hell was it? I touched my sweat-damp neck, and my stomach clenched with unease as I looked around my silent room. This room I never used.After Edward and my mother married, they moved to his old family mansion. It was two hundred years old, with sixty rooms. I never understood what my mother and Edward did here. I never asked, but when they moved, they set aside a room for me. I never stayed for more than a day or two. It was like a guest room for me.I know they were trying to make me part of the family, but Ed

The Mortal“What are you doing?” I can’t put out the quiver in my voice. My heart was already beating too fast for it to be healthy. Only in the lamplight did his looming figure look taller than I remember, and his eyes were dark as coal. I swallowed. I felt someone touching me before I woke up—the thought made me shiver.“Edward,”His dark gaze looked ravenous. My breath hitched.“Hm.” He stepped forward, and I shrank back on the couch. He swayed. I straightened as his eyes blinked and turned hooded. My hands stretched out without thinking, and he fell. An involuntary gasp left me when I felt the press and weight of his whole body on me. He stirred, and his lips brushed the side of my neck. My breath hitched. My arms stretched out, unsure what to do.“Edward!”The only answer I received was his hot breath brushing against my skin, and it suddenly felt oversensitive. After snapping myself out of the shock, unable to wrap my mind around the fact that he had fainted—but it seemed to be

I watched the nursing staff settle Edward into his wheelchair.“They said mobility will take time. I’ve already scheduled a physiotherapist,” Mom said.I nodded. Did I imagine the last two days? I wondered. I wondered about the last two days—the nights, the mornings, and his threat. Whenever I look at him, I see only the deep void in his eyes. I remember falling asleep outside and waking up inside, not knowing how I got there. Before that, he grabbed my neck. I could almost feel his touch, his voice, and his lips brushing against my skin.And now, in a wheelchair, he looks pale and vulnerable, not at all how he felt a day ago. Maybe this is a medical issue. I looked at Mom; even if I told her, she wouldn’t believe me.There is only one way to know.I followed as my mother took over the wheelchair, clutching the little duffel bag. They handed Edward a copy to sign. He took the pen, looked at it, and rotated it a little around his fingers as if he had never seen it before.The way he ti

He fell to the ground with a thud. My mind went blank. I breathed heavily, trying to find a way to gather my thoughts. He…fainted. He was bleeding from the nose. Had I hit him so hard? Panicked, I crouched down beside him, brushing away his dark hair. His breathing was shallow and he appeared paler than before. I shot up and opened my mouth to yell for help, but my words died in my throat as a cold hand wrapped around my ankle. I looked down; he coughed and his eyes opened a little.“Don’t.” He sounded weak, but his hold tightened around my ankle. Goosebumps rose over my skin.“We should call for a doctor,” I said, stepping back and crouching down beside him, unwrapping his hand from my ankle. He took a deep breath.“No healer of your kind can help me,” he said, every word seeming to be a struggle. I opened my mouth and closed it. My hands hovered over his chest.“What do you mean?” I couldn’t help but touch his face. He was so cold; this wasn't normal. “Look, I don’t know what is goi