A Forced Contract Marriage With The Devil Novels & Stories

This wasn't some nightmare I could claw my way out of. I was marrying the devil. And I'd signed the dotted line. What about the freedom I thought I would get after my husband's death? It was gone with a poof. I must be cursed. There was no other reason why I would be marrying another psychopath. The priest droned on and our vows were exchanged like threats. My "I do" sounded like a dare. And then, the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Killian turned to me, finally smiling. And just as he leaned in to kiss me on the corner of my lips, I bit him, hard.

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

"You mean you still want to be mine? Wow! Thanks for forgiving me. You are incomparable, you can use are one in a million. I can sleep fine now knowing you shall be mine forever. I feel the devil has been fighting our union. He hates to see us married. I remember how I kept on fighting a snake. It was tough. It took an eternity before I could break through. We need to pray but babe you are also strong in prayers. I feel some forces beyond this world are opposed to our marriage. God help us. I must confess I found it difficult to sleep. How I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Deep down, I felt as if we were meant to be husband and wife but physically, incapacitated to make it work. Fi

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.”

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’