A Forced Contract Marriage With The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

she defiantly said Nicholas opened his mouth to say something but he was temporarily dumbstruck. "Pamela... Nicholas is the Devil and you know what Devil does. They don't get married, they don't know about the vows taken in marriage. He will only kill or better still torture our daughter. He can't marry her....p...pls don't let her marry him" His forehead was puckered as he said lowly as his hands were trembling behind his back.

He tells everyone that he is beyond happy that he met me and that from now on I am only his, and that we will all live together in peace, as he will not allow anyone or anything to harm us. We all clink our glasses and drink the champagne. Anna looks at me suspiciously and gives me a sign to go somewhere private with her. We go outside, where she asks me what the hell is going on, how could I be with the actual devil. I explain to her that he is not like everyone thinks of him, that he is loving and sweet with me, and that I will be his wife. Anna tells me that she will not allow me to marry the devil, that I have become insane.

From now on, I will not allow anyone to hurt this girl anymore. But then the endless nightmares came to torment the person I love every night. At an unbearable moment, she cried on my shoulder, choked to say that in order to return to this life, she had contracted with the devil to give him half of her life; that another girl will come, along with the lies and struggles, steal my love from her; and I I would sooner or later be charmed, leave her. Of course I don't believe it. I don't believe anything else can shake my love for her.

I came directly to the point. "Someone is eager, huh?" She smirked. "Just tell me already, Deliah," I asked getting irritated. "Have you started loving her?" She asked with narrowed eyes. "That's not your matter of concern.." "That's my matter of concern" her voice boomed in the whole room "you are forgetting that I am still your girlfriend. Yours is a contract marriage which will end soon, then you have to come to me," she said. "Signing the contract with her was my choice, ending the contract will also be my choice," I told her.

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

I forced myself to use every ounce of strength to pull away from his touch, my skin crawling where his fingers had been. "It's rape to me," I countered, my breath hitching. "I didn't give you my consent to exploit my body. That was never part of our agreement. It was never part of our marriage contract." "I've been sleeping with you all this time Valerie, now you remember to bring up our marriage contract," he sneered, his laughter a dry, ugly sound that rattled in his chest. "Should I bring up the debts I helped you settle? The millions that would have seen you in a gutter before the ink on your parents' death certificate was even dry?"

He gestured to the second envelope. “Check it.” My stomach twisted as I opened it. My blood ran cold. A marriage contract? My eyes flew to his in horror. “What! You want me to marry you?” “Yes. Be my wife for six months. Our wedding is set for 10 a.m. today.” His lips curled into a smirk. “That’s the first payment of your father’s debt. We’ll figure out the rest later.” “Hell no!” I shot up from the bed, wobbling slightly.

“But let’s get one thing straight. You don’t make demands here. You are my wife now. Your body, your breath, your very soul belongs to me. And tonight... I intend to claim my investment.” I ripped my face from his grip. “I’m a contract,” I spat, chest heaving. “Not an invitation.” Dante’s eyes darkened. Hungry. “We’ll see how long that tongue stays sharp.” He turned and hit the intercom. “Lorenzo.” The oak door opened instantly. Tall. Scar over his brow. Dante’s shadow. “Take my wife to the penthouse,” Dante ordered, eyes never leaving me. “Make sure she’s comfortable. Lock the doors from the outside. I don’t want her getting any foolish ideas about running back to her past.”

Upon seeing he was losing, Alessandro decided to come up with his main strategy. “This is all a set up. It’s a plan work. Axel and Elsa are both in love and that’s why they agreed to get married. I don’t know how Axel was able to get that recording but it’s all fake.” Axel scoffed, he couldn’t believe Alessandro didn’t want to accept his defeat and surrender. One of the mafia councils looked at Elsa. “Elsa is that true? Were you both forced to get married or you love each other.” Elsa swallowed. “He has a gun next to my head, how do you expect me to answer?”