Todos os capítulos de Married To The Devil For Peace : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

If I hadn’t forgotten my phone on the kitchen counter, I would’ve never learnt the truth.I would’ve spent the night laughing with my cousin on the phone, instead of learning the ugly secret my father had been keeping.“Ugh, where is it?” With the faint light, I felt around the cabinet surface, until I finally touched my phone.“Got it.” I slipped it into my pocket and headed out.I was going back to my room, when I noticed the lights were on in my father’s office. The sound of hushed whispers flowed to my ears.That was strange. It was well past midnight, and Father was an early sleeper. Who could be there?Most of the staff had gone to bed early because of tomorrow’s gala.I stopped in front of the closed office door.“You should’ve told her years ago.”I recognised my uncle Marcus’s voice. It was rough around the edges and impossible to mistake.Silence followed. Then my father’s voice answered.“There was no reason to.”“You can’t seriously expect her to accept this.”

I didn't sleep.I couldn’t, not even for a single minute.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph Father had shown me. The dark hair, a scar running near his jaw, coupled with cold eyes that stared back at me. Izaak Volkov.The man who apparently I was supposed to get married to in a week. I hated him even before meeting him. I knew it wasn’t fair. He wasn't the one who'd lied to me for eighteen years.But every time I thought about him, all I could see was a cage with his name written across it.The moment the sun came up, I left my room.I wasn't interested in breakfast. I wasn't interested in speaking to my mother. I wasn't interested in pretending everything was normal.I had one destination.Ruby's room.I marched down the hallway with enough anger to burn down our mansion. By the time I reached her door, I wasn't even bothering to be polite.I pushed it open without knocking.Ruby nearly dropped her phone."What the hell, Velma?"She sat upright in be

My eyes widened. I shot out of my chair and stared at him cautiously. “U-Uncle.” I looked at him, then back at the gun.“Relax Velma.” He turned it down. “It’s for you.”Slowly, he handed it over to me, along with a strap. I took them, and the familiar weight of the gun settled into my palm.Immediately, old memories resurfaced. Long afternoons at our private shooting range. Sneaking around so dad wouldn’t know I was training to be strong “This is definitely the strangest wedding gift anyone has ever received.” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood. But he didn’t laugh. His expression remained serious.“Strap it to your leg.” He said. “You still remember your training?”I nodded, and did as he asked. “Good.” I looked at uncle and realised his shoulders were tense, and he looked at me with so much worry. I swallowed. “Uncle Marcus...why are you giving me this today?”I had always asked for a personal gun, but he had always turned down my request. His forehead creased